The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Leonardo's point of view
Houses burned as the flames engulfed the roofs, blazing a fraction of deep red, livid purple, and amber. Soon, the black smoke
swallowed up everything. I paused to scan around, watching expressionlessly as our army darted between the rogues, tearing
them apart without any remorse.
The witches were busy prying deep into the minds the of rogues, hoping to find whatever piece of information about the Dark
Circle, especially where they were keeping my sister and brother.
With the paled look of disappointment sent my way by Gwen, I knew once again this attack had left us without even the slightest
knowledge of where my siblings could be. My wolf released a grueling growl. I felt anger and frustration rise all the more within
me as I went for the closest imbecile I could find.
I struck a boot in the puddle of their blood that had formed, flowing endlessly around, tearing apart some rogues, until there was
completely nothing left of them. I was about to charge onto my next prey when I realized that one of the vile leeches was still
alive. He was still breathing. I strode over to his motionless state watching his sockets twitch in fear and desperation. I couldn't
blame him. Even I would cringe at my state and appearance but I stopped caring a while back, and the last piece of sanity that
glued me soundly together was gone.
My fingers extended into claws and unapologetically, I dived my claws into the chest of the rogue, gutting out his heart.