Look here," Chris pointed, pulling another ad, his voice a mix of fear and urgency, his finger tracing the screen. "This person is talking about how to use the spell they call 'the destroyer' more effectively. They say it can take out whole lines of advancing wolves."All the kids shuddered visibly, their fear a palpable presence in the room. The pack was watching Roel's wound heal with trepidation, their concern evident. They had never seen anything like what happened to him. The wolves never healed that slowly, his injury a stark reminder of the danger they faced.They all read the ad closely, and their horror grew, their concern deepening with each word. The system they were selling claimed to be very effective, its description a chilling testament to its potential. A sensor tracked when the wolf passed by, and the potion was released from above a set time later. It was all based on mathematics, so it claimed great accuracy, its creators seeking to exploit the laws of nature.The p
Besides the wolves they cared for, there was also a small cadre of human females handed over to them by the warriors. The rogue packs liked to kidnap and use human females to satisfy their sexual urges, their actions a display of their depravity. The women they took in were near destroyed, their bodies bearing the scars of their ordeal.The women were badly damaged, but the Luther pack took them all, their compassion a testament to their humanity. The plan was to heal and eventually change all the women, if they would agree to it, their choice a matter of respect. If they didn't agree to change, death was their only other option, a harsh reality for women that had already suffered, their fate a cruel twist of fate.Once the women were healthy enough, they screamed and railed at them. They wanted to escape and go back to their former lives, their desire for freedom a natural response to their trauma. They swore they would not go to the police or tell anyone about them, but it was a moo
"Are you feeling ignored, mate?" he asked Rosette as she rubbed on him, his voice a mix of concern and amusement."I miss you," Rosette sighed, her voice a mix of longing and sadness.Rosette missed everything they used to do. They barely even had time to run in the woods at night together, their connection a source of comfort. He was busy trying to keep the pack safe, and she was busy caring for the injured, their lives consumed by their responsibilities.Kyle bounced up, and Rosette ended up thrown over his shoulder, her laughter a mix of surprise and delight. She wiggled to free herself, but he just held her tighter, his grip a testament to his affection."You didn't sleep well last night, mate," he told her, his voice a mix of concern and amusement."What does that have to do with anything?" Rosette asked, her voice a mix of playfulness and annoyance."You need more time in bed. Emily," he called as he closed the bedroom doors, "put off
Eventually, Rosette was satisfied with his front, so she rolled him on the bed, her touch a mix of playful teasing and genuine desire. She tasted his entire back and over the firm globes of his ass, her touch a mix of tenderness and aggression. She ran her mouth down his muscled hamstrings and across his powerful lower legs, her exploration a testament to her desire. She pulled herself back up his body to cover his back with her front, her movement a mix of dominance and desire."Love," he said, "I can't take much more of this," his voice a mix of pleasure and pain."Why?" Rosette asked him, sucking hard on her mark, her touch a mix of playful teasing and genuine desire.Before she could blink, he had her maneuvered in front of him on her knees, his strength a testament to his power. He plunged inside of her before he answered, his entry a mix of dominance and desire."I will not spend myself on the bed, love," he said pulling out and moving back inside, his word
The street dealers, when questioned or paid, often gave up information. Kyle was sure at least one of them would know who had the source. The witches were disjointed in some ways and tightly knit in others. The wolves were sure there was someone out there with the information they needed."Back when there were rogue packs," Anthony said, "we started to notice the dealers scatter when we got close. I'm afraid there are still dealers out there; they are just hiding from us. They seemed to know the difference between human and wolf or pack from rogue."Rosette snorted involuntarily, and everyone in the room looked at her, their gazes a mix of curiosity and amusement."You don't look human," Rosette shrugged, "and your security team looks like security."Anthony and the rest of the warriors were built and carried themselves with a military stance. Even the women that were part of the security team moved with the grace and confidence of trained killers. It would be di
"Do you know what a strip club is, Roel?" Rosette asked, her voice a mix of amusement and concern."No, Luna," he said, scanning the dimly lit parking lot and low dingy building, his gaze a mix of curiosity and apprehension."It's a place where human women dance in little to no clothing. They are supposed to just dance, but in some places the women have sex with men for money. This place is like that. The women in here will approach you to see if you want to see them dance or have sex," Rosette told him, her voice a mix of explanation and warning."What should I say?" he asked, his voice a mix of nervousness and curiosity."I'm guessing Cindy may be a dancer. Tell them you want a dance from her. We'll see where that gets us," Rosette answered, her voice a mix of confidence and determination.She'd forgotten about the wires Roel and she were wearing. She heard Kyle's sultry voice invade her mind.'How exactly do you know about these types of clubs?' he a
Rosette pulled the truck into a shadowy alley, her gaze fixed on the van parked further down, where Kyle, her steadfast companion, awaited her. Roel, ever the impulsive one, had already bolted towards the van, his steps a blur of frantic energy. He reached the van in a flash, his knees hitting the pavement as he threw himself at Kyle's feet, his voice a desperate plea for mercy. Rosette's heart ached for the big man, who had endured a torrent of hardship and sorrow.By the time Rosette reached them, Roel was still kneeling, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. Her gaze fell upon his face, etched with a mixture of despair and desperation, and a pang of sympathy shot through her. His eyes, normally filled with a spark of life, were now dull and lifeless, reflecting the depths of his anguish. When he finally turned towards Rosette, his voice choked with emotion, the sight of his brokenness shattered her own composure."Please, Rosette," he pleaded, his
Rosette and Kyle remained parked, their van a silent observer to the unfolding scene. Jupiter, her voice laced with frustration, spoke, "Well, I'm not strong like you. I can't go work construction. There are only so many jobs I can get that pay cash under the table," she huffed. "I want to earn my keep, too.""Speaking of," one of the males said, his voice a casual drawl, "there's a guy promised us one hundred cash each to come and work the graveyard shift for him on the new road construction. We took the offer. It'll make a long day, but we need the money.""You just got home," Juniper said plaintively, her voice edged with concern, "and you look exhausted. Can't you just not go tonight. I'll work an extra couple of shifts at the club and make up for it.""Sorry, sis," another voice said, his tone laced with a hint of resignation, "it's hard to find work with the packs cracking down. We'll be home by dawn. Just lock the door and be safe, okay? Don't let anyone in."