To punish or forgive

The rogues climbed the hill toward me. I held my ground and growled my disapproval at them. Higher ground was better in a fight, so I stayed and watched them. I remembered seeing them at the cabin; that memory filled me with anger. They were taken surprised by my presence because they did not plan their attack. Neither did they attack together. I toyed with them for some time, circling. Then I struck at one of them swiftly. A quick series of swipes from deadly claws ripped the slowest one's head from his body. The other one had jumped on me, trying to aim for my neck.  Lucian suddenly jumped on him in his wolf form. I sidestepped. A large chunk of his hind leg was removed with a deft move of Lucian's wrist. He howled in pain and turned to come at me again. I bared my teeth for the next attack. Lucian's black wolf came at him and sunk his teeth in the rogue's body. At the same time, the rough moved and ripped at his ear. I saw blood on Lucian's ear and a growl escaped my throat. He had