Chapter 5

Wolfariane Daminor Throne wanted nothing more than to ignore the woman when these men had followed her to the bathroom because he does not give a damn about her specie, but when he'd heard her scream, his wolf and cougar had woken at the same time in alert, and bared their teeth.

They agreed long ago that they hated non-changelings. So, why was she able to wake him?

He'd tried to ignore it anyway, but his sensitive hearing suddenly became more attuned to the sounds coming from the bathroom of the restroom than loud music of the club. He heard her muffled screams, even the almost soundless movements of her struggles. The wolf became more restless, which in turn, made him restless.

Now, he walked through the door he'd just broken its lock in one push and closed it behind him, peering at the weasels who held the girl.

"Leave us to our fun, man. We found her first." The one pinning her down said bravely to him. Swallowed tightly, he added hopefully, "You can go after us if you want a piece of her too."

Her rescuer was NOT impressed, Ismena snorted. The scorn that edged the huge man's face at Not-so-lanky's words would have been funny if she isn't the person in danger.

"Get away from her, and spare me some time I do not have." Rescuer scowled harder. A man that doesn't like repeating himself, obviously.

Anger replaced lust in Lanky's face, "Just who do you think you are to just walk in her and—"

Rescuer bent down, picked him up with one hand—dīck hanging out and all—and threw him away.

There were no other words for it. He just picked him up like a spoon and threw him across the room so effortlessly as a person will throw a spoon into the dishwasher. Lanky crashed on the toilet seat. 

Ismena's jaws went slack. Her jaw wasn't the only one hanging out, but that of Not-so-lanky's too. Even his eyes were popping out of his sockets.

But, the man's next move showed how senseless he is. Instead of running away, he let go of her, pulled out a knife from his pocket, and attacked her rescuer with his war-cry splitting in the air. 

The fight broke out.

Amidst the commotion, Ismena managed to pull herself up from the floor. Just as she began to strengthen, a ring fell on her feet that had her freezing for a few seconds as she stared at it.

 At first glance, the ring isn't looking like a normal piece of jewelry. It was beautiful, gold-colored, and SPARKLING. 

Damn, its sparkle enthralled her. The world before her fell away, the sounds drowning out, she suddenly felt alone in the soundless world with this piece of jewelry glaring at her and begging to be taken. 

So, she bent, picked it up, and slipped it into the pad of her bra. She's going to pawn it and buy her medical bills! Serves her uséless attacker right. 

Thud!! The loud sound sent reality crashing through her and had her looking up just in time to see her rescuer throw Lanky towards the toilet seat. He fell on top of Not-so-lanky, knocking the breath away from the already fallen man.

The both of them passed out cold. Silence descended.

Then, Rescuer turned and glared at her.

"Oops!" She shrank away from him. The man is NOT happy for being her knight in shining armor, in fact, he looks like he wants to beat her up too.

"I do not want to be here." Words gritted out through a white set of teeth.

"Hey, don't let me be keeping you, please." Shit, her words are slurred. Why is it slurred? "Thank you so much for saving my life."

"Stay out of trouble." He ordered, "With a face and body like that, you should try to stay out of trouble, female."

"Yes, my personal Lord and Savior." She slurred and did a complete upper-body bow to him. "I will be sure to remember when you go back to your paradise."

Head raised, she glanced at his face... and cringed. He was NOT impressed at all. 

Hell, does the man have a sense of humor at all? That face is wearing the blackest scowl she has ever seen in her life. She gagged. "Uhm, I think I'm gonna throw up."

He turned towards the door and began walking out of it. 

She whirled around with the intention of going to the sink and depositing her margaritas down there, but she took a step forward and her right leg twisted. 

"Ouch!" She fell hard on the floor and grabbed her ankles, "I've twisted my ankle! I've twisted my ankle! Hurts like the devil's balls! Shit!" Her shriek filled the bathroom.

Rescuer turned and fixed her with that killer glare again. He said nothing. Did nothing. 

Just crossed his arms and watched her shrieking, and cradling her poor leg. Wicked rescuer.

She gagged again. And again. The next one, she threw her head to her left and puked all over the place. Sounds of retching and gagging in the air. 

Ismena jerked when she felt a strong hand touch her back, she didn't bother to turn to know the owner of it.

"Take it easy. The more you force the drink to stay down, the more it will be burning through your chest. Calm yourself and let it happen." The familiar deep voice instructed. 

Ismena had no other choice at that point because the more she retched the more her chest is beginning to hurt, so she closed her eyes and did what he asked. 

A few minutes later, she's looking better again to glance at him. "Thank you so much for—"

Rescuer took his arm back, got up, and faced the door again.

Impulsively, she grabbed hold of his suit, "Please don't leave. I think I've been drugged, I'm feeling more drunk by the minute."

"That has nothing to do with me, Female." Calm but irritated voice snapped.

"Help me please, don't let me be alone, please," she tightened her fingers on his suit. The man hates hers—obviously—but he's her best shot at getting out of here unharmed. "You can't just leave me here like this, another awful thing might happen to me. I might even get murdered, then, my blood will be on your conscience—"

"Nothing will be on my conscience. I do not care about things like that." He stated matter-of-factly. With a single jerk of his body, he freed his suit from her grip.

With each step he took towards the door, Ismena was shouting for his help.

He didn't look back.

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A few minutes later, A huge figure is seen walking out of the club carrying an almost-passed out drunken female who's singing rúbbish in a loud ugly tone, waving her hands around and grinning like the world is hers.

"The skyssssss abOVEEEEEEE is mightyyyy bEAUtifuuuuuul!!! The fuuuuull mOOOOOOOn is glaringgggg at meeeeee!!!" She sang.

"It's not full-moon night. Full moon will not come for a while, female." He shoned her, walking through the clearing that was surrounded in total darkness, but with the eye of the wolf.

Wolfariane Daminor Throne is not finding any of this experience funny. 

He'd really left the woman, went back to his seating to keep waiting for Alphose, but his other halves had been agitated—especially the wolf—which in turn left him agitated too.

He hates whenever his other halves do not agree with him. After all, they all agreed together a long time ago that they do not like non-changelings.

"The riverrrsssss are flowing riiiiiight in front of meeeeee. I can seeeeee the bottooooom of the ocEAnnnnnnn! It's daaaaark and meanloooooooking—"

"Keep it down, female." He groaned irritably.

"I can see the foresttttttt right undeeeeer my noooooose. It's wiiiiiild! Oh, I wanna be wiiiiiiiiiiiiild!!!!!"

It's best to ignore and keep walking. He'll dump her drunk ass at the nearest hotel and be on his way. The woman makes him uncomfortable for a lot of reasons but mostly because the mountain lion is 'too quiet' around her, and his wolf is sighing in sheer 'contentment'. Even with the strong scent of liquor and death clinging to her like a second skin.

The mountain lion always rages at the scent of liquor and the wolf is NOT at his happiest at the scent of death unless it's a death caused by him. 

So, why are they not clawing at him to drop the female and walk far away?

He kept walking, while she sings until he came across a big hotel and entered the lobby. The first scent most non-changelings and some changeling adults throws out whenever they see him is fear, he is used to it already. 

So, when the scent became so high in a lobby of twenty people, he didn't bait an eyelash about it. Instead, he walked to the counter and requested a room.

They all looked at the drunk woman in his arms with fear for her, he can practically hear their thoughts. He'd kidnapped the woman, they're thinking.

He does not care. Their opinion, their business. As far as they are not getting in his way, he does not care.

The female does not seem to care too because she only sang her toneless 'songs' louder.

After a room was given to him, a key handed to him, he turned and headed towards the elevator. In the bedroom, he walked in and dumbed the woman on the bed.

"I can seeeeeee the doorsssssss of hell..." She gagged loudly, "...the angeeeeeels are happyyyyyy!!!"