VALENCIA'S POV
"Who are you? Show yourself," I said to the rogue as it stepped ahead.
The rogue wolf wasn't a regular wolf. Its size was almost comparable to Alpha Maverick's wolf, and his wolf was the largest I had ever seen.
He was a beast alpha for a reason, and for this wolf to be almost equivalent to him, I knew I would be in deep shit if I did not tackle the situation appropriately.
My hand on my dagger tightened, and I was about to pull it out when the rogue suddenly sat like a tamed animal.
I furrowed my brows.
This... Why does this feel like a Deja Vu?
I watched as the rogue wolf started to write something on the ground, making me press my lips.
What was the obsession of these animals around me who liked to write on soil?
They can clearly turn into their human forms and talk to me like a normal person would.