THE DEATH OF HERMES

SALVADOR’S POV

“Maybe we should have listened to your Uncle.” Martinez snorted beside me earning a glare. As much as I hated to, I couldn’t help but agree with him on that. Maybe we should have taken a better approach knowing that we could be ambushed but it was too late crying over spilled milk.

Their growls grew louder and I let my claws elongate as did my fangs. I wasn’t ready to shift as that would shred my clothes and I didn’t want to waste time searching for clothes when I change back when I should be searching for her instead.

There were only three of us and at least two dozens of them surrounding us. When they charged at us at the same time, we got into the defence. Their attacks were feral, meaning they didn’t just want to cause damage but also make sure that we were dead. But that wasn’t going to happen, not on my watch.

I used the fight as a means to burn off some steam that was my anger. I would have done so on Hermes but since I hadn’t laid eyes on him yet, they would hav