Their faces paled at the sight, but there was no time to hesitate. They sprinted toward the packhouse as fast as their battered bodies could manage, doing their best to stay out of the rogues' line of sight.
They already knew that the noncombatants had likely been evacuated there, the safest place, guarded by the elite warriors. And if Alpha Maxwell truly was nearby, they could leave the extermination of these rogues to him. Their only mission now was to get Levi to safety, alive, and into the hands of the medical team before it was too late.
The medical team was most likely stationed at the packhouse, which was why they were heading there. As they ran, the air was filled with the chilling echoes of the rogues' deranged laughter, mixed with feral howls and guttural growls.
The sounds alone made their skin crawl; it was as if the cries came straight from the depths of hell itself.
