Still in his designated room at the Lauchair's Manor, Snarl was most surprised when the bell began to ring, and he crossed the room from where he had been getting dressed to check who Damon was meeting , only to find that it was Stanley , Damon's cousin . Why was he here?. With a raised eyebrow, Snarl thought, Why would the alpha's cousin come this early because he stayed more at the Mchane clan . Though they had known each other throughout the war years. He and Snarl had never seen eye to eye, and it had only ever been Damon's decision for them all to hang out together. Sure, he visited with Damon from time to time and the packs had grown closer since they helped Stanley take back what was rightfully his, but still Snarl couldn’t understand why the werewolf would come this early. "Only one way to find out," he grumbled aloud before pressing the answer button and pressing the answer button and walking in "Hey, Stanley, what's up?" "I tried to send a message to Damon , but he wa

"We need to attack now Damon.""But first, we need what I asked you to bring. Do you have it?” “I…umm…I wasn’t sure what would work, so I brought a few things,” Snarl admitted, and he rummaged in the handbag that had been slung over his shoulder. Damon watched as he pulled out few weapons he had taken from the foreign wolves . “Can you use any of these?” Damon asked, turning to the second man, who was still silently waiting beside the front door. “Has anyone else used this weapons before ?” Shadow asked, looking at the things that Snarl held in his palms. “Eww! Heavens no! This would skin someone alive , not even a wolf can survive this!” Damon exclaimed and Shadow bit back laughter, knowing that he was right. “Then a few minutes of learning and testing should do the trick,” the alpha announced, and he stepped forward to take the weapons from Snarl's hand. “Everything else that you requested is already set up in the library,” Shadow explained, and he offered Damon a smile a

Upon returning to the floor of the warehouse where the women and children had been spending most of their time, Snarl quickly realized that several of them had disappeared while the children cowered in several small groups, dotted around the room. At the sight of them doing so, Snarl began to feel sick. The thought that any of these children should be fearing for their lives made him angry and nauseous. Shane should be ashamed of himself, Snarl thought, thinking not just of the children’s living conditions but also just how close they were to a prisoner of the pack, living and experiencing things that no child should ever have to witness. I should be ashamed of myself too, Snarl realized with some disgust. If not for him finding Shane’s pack, the Lauchair's wolves wouldn’t be trying to knock down their front door right now. Yet deep down he knew that he had little choice. The children whimpered and one of them even screamed, a baby beginning to cry as the sounds of battle be

Wholly prepared for Shane coming to get more information or even just to have a little fun, Hazel was more than a little surprised when II arrived once more in the basement. Having thrown herself down onto the chair at the sound of footsteps above her head, placing her feet beside the chair legs and her arms upon the rests as if she were still tied to the damned thing, she jumped up with relief the moment that Snarl ’s familiar scent wafted down the stairs with the opening of the door. Yet even as he hurried down the stairs toward her, the scent of another werewolf hit her nostrils and she quickly dropped back down onto the chair, half-expecting another to follow him inside. Though she desperately wanted to cry out to him to make sure that he was okay, she held her breath waiting until the door slammed shut behind him, surrounding them in darkness, and all Hazel could hear was the sound of a single set of footsteps coming down the stairs. “Snarl, what the hell is going on?” H

“Hey man, she’s going to be alright.” Cole’s voice caused Snarl to almost jump right out of his skin. Although he had been waiting with him outside the room where Hazel was being treated by the witch for quite some time, neither of them had really spoken. Several minutes had passed by in silence save for the odd whimper or squeal coming from inside the room. The last he had seen her, he had been cradling her in his arms, not letting her go since the moment that she passed out against his shoulder. It had taken Damon , Cole, and several others to finally remove him from the room so that Malia could take a look at her and the moment he heard her waking, he had wanted to go to her. “I know,” Snarl sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, gritting his teeth against the urge to rush right into the room every time he heard or sensed pain from Hazel. He’d done that once already, and he was sure that Damon wouldn’t let him off so easily again for disobeying direct orders. After