Harrod was beaten to the point that he could barely raise an arm. What was he, the Alpha of the Stingfang pack to do?With dislocated joints and broken bones, he knew he couldn't help, even though he wanted really badly to stand up and fight to the death for his mate at the moment. His veins bulged and he clenched his teeth hard, as he tried with all he had to stand, but he just could not. Harrod could only watch weakly as Jason held his mate by her hair to his crotch." I'm running short on my patience now!" ' Screw it!' Panic became evident in the Stingfang pack Alpha's gaze as the unlikely seemed more likely by the passing minute. His mate was at the verge of being defiled right before him! He couldn't help but start to pray for a miracle as all hope seemed lost.However, such thought was futile and illogical, considering he never believed in any miracle all his life. Nevertheless, he was running out of time!' That's right, Death!' In the midst of his conflicting fray, a though

The scent of drinks being poured mixed with the stench of sweats, confiscating a strong odor within the small space . The dim lighting created a cozy and intimate vibe, harmonizing with the sound of laughter and small conversations that filled the air while soft music played in the background, further setting a suitable mood for drinking. Yoldes’ palm was as rowdy as any other night with the usual loud chatters and laughter. The local pub reeked of beer and alcohol as men and women indulged in high spirit. Some binge drunk while others just sat alone and drank away their thoughts. Relief being found in the bottle, and grief taken in slowly –reminisced and rid of at every sip. The ambience of the place was slightly gloomy for a moonless night. A slightly aged man, seemingly in his late forties, with a wrinkled forehead and a slightly toned skin stood behind the bar counter. His thoughts just as deep as his eyes as he cleaned the glasses with which he served his customers, using a

Following Logan to his car, they went around the back to the booth where the hunter himself stood smiling. Jamie and Court were already wondering just what kind of joke this was. They couldn't believe a man would singlehandedly capture a wolf, and leave it in the booth of his car. It was just absurd! " You have the look of disbelief on your faces, don't be too shocked okay?" Logan grinned as he crouched to pull the booth open. " What the heck do you think you're doing!" Immediately after he pulled open the booth to his car, Jamie reached for his waist gun and yelled out loud. He couldn't believe that he'd actually trusted a lunatic and had taken him for his word. Court who was always more flippant, also frowned when he saw the scene before him and reached for his waist gun, although he didn't pull it out just yet. In the booth, there was a man tied by almost his entire body with a rope, mumbling being unable to speak due to the gag in his mouth. He was covered in blood, m

Taking the direction that José- the bartender had given him, verifying with the bodyguards standing by the door, and after having passed through other processes, Alphonse found himself sitting in an intense room that seemed like a gang head office with pairs of eyes glaring at him. There were at least six people in the room other than himself, and they all shared the same hostility as the couple that sat in the opposite couch to him. They all seemed to be on their guards, as though they were facing a threat. " The stench on you doesn't belong from around here. You smell like a wild rogue!" The middle-aged woman who sat with one leg crossed over the other while folding her arms and glaring dangerously at Alphonse, twitched her nose in a show of disgust as she said. The man who sat beside her seemed to nod his head at her words, sharing the same thought as her. ' From what I can tell, they're both at the head. The man is probably the leader of this pack and these other people a

The morning dew covered the woods densely, causing a damp coldness all around. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the earthy scent of the forest. "Ngh!" Darren grunted as he squinted his eyes open, the first thing in his field of vision being the damp area of dried leaves and twigs, surrounded by tall trees with thick branches. It was the early grotesque appearance of nature at dawn. " Aagh!" He groaned in distress and held his head as he pushed himself up, a severe ring reverberating through his head. Darren couldn't help but clench his eyes shut and shake his head. Slowly recovering from the splitting headache, Darren looked around, unfamiliar with the terrain he found himself in. He wondered just how far he'd wandered into the woods this time. This wasn't a surprise to Darren. Afterall, it wouldn't be the first time it would happen to him. It was more of a common occurrence to him. " Ugh! I have to find my way back home" He muttered and slowly rose from the floor.