Drusus POV

The sound of the swords clashing was ringing in my ears as I moved through the nearing dense thickets of the reinforcement forces. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, I felt it coursing through my body. Clenching the hilt of the sword in my hand I use it to attack soldiers from the Southern pack mercilessly. Most of them were no match for me.

The smell of smoke and sweat filled the air, and as I breathed them in I was reminded of the game we were in. 

To kill or to be killed.

Their growls and roars are that of anger towards me and my soldiers, nonetheless, I...