Even at six foot four and muscularly built, he was no match for three other werewolves, especially with two of them shifted. I always thought the laws were dumb! Snarl thought grimly, but for the first time, he absolutely loathed them and the fact that if he broke them, he would risk his place as the next second of the Lauchair's pack. Mind racing, Snarl tried his hardest to think of just how the hell he was supposed to get out of this situation without shifting. It came to him almost immediately. “I can’t exactly deliver a message unless you let me go,” he pointed out, trying to keep his voice calm and neutral. He could feel claws pinching the skin of his wrist and knew that if he riled them up, the werewolf at his back would have no trouble inflicting some pretty nasty wounds before he could manage to get away. “Yes, well, we need to be sure you understand the weight of the message,” the werewolf’s voice grew deep and low, almost a whisper. Yet it was just as menacing as ev
“You know, if you are going to keep coming down here and bugging me, you could at least tell me your name,” Hazel grumbled, struggling to speak past the growing dry lump in her throat. Still tied to the chair in the dark, damp, and disgusting basement, the Italian werewolf had been her only company for days. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable, thirsty, and hungry. Only her witch was helping to keep her strength up with its aggression and its desire to rip out the asshole’s throat. “Well, I do suppose you are right,” the black-haired man shrugged and smirked at her. Hazel struggled not to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the water bottle he was holding in his hand. “It’s not exactly like you can run off and go telling anyone about me, is it?” Hazel bit the inside of her dried lip to stop herself from snapping at him that he was the biggest dick she had ever met in her life and that was saying something because some of the men in her own pack could be pretty bad wh
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
All Hazel could do was pray that Snarl had managed to get away before Shane and his men returned from wherever they went off to whenever he wasn't down in the basement trying to talk and torture information out of her. He hadn't been gone very long before Shane had joined her again, and Hazel found herself keeping one ear pricked for any sign that his men might have captured Snarl. Yet there was no sound of growling or snarling or even the tell-tale smell of blood coming from the open door at the top of the basement stairs. She was still reeling from Snarl's appearance. Not only had she been astonished that he had actually been able to hear her witch calling to him, but she had also been terrified by the state of him. Although in the near darkness she had struggled to actually see his handsome face, she had sensed the damage left by Shane's men after their attack on him. She could practically feel it as though they were wounds upon her own skin and it made her feel worse than
"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
It had been a few hours since Snarl first infiltrated the foreign pack. He knew so because he kept monitoring his pace. whenever he believed that nobody was watching. Having snuck out from seeing Hazel in the nick of time before Shane returned for whatever twisted game he had planned for her next, he had found his way up to the second floor of the main building. He quickly learned that he had been right the first time he entered the warehouse. He had really heard women and children on the floor above his head when he first entered. Moving among their ranks, Snarl quickly came to realize that there were actually many more women and children than there were men in the pack. The men could have been counted on his two hands and so he did, counting only nine of them including Shane . Whether there were more elsewhere, SnarlSarl couldn't be sure. But for every man, there was a woman and a few more besides. Each woman seemed to have young children or even a babe in their arms. All l
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
They worm their way in, defeat the alpha and make themselves leaders. They live somewhere they like for a few months, maybe even a couple of years, but then they get hungry for battle again and they move on.” “And they take the women they find along the way for mates?” Snarl asked, nodding in understanding. Though little of it went on in America, Snarl had heard of many such packs who still liked to live in the Dark Ages, going from place to place, trying to be the biggest and best pack there was, taking over territory as if they were no better than their animal counterparts. Many of them were just that, animals. “What is your name?” Snarl asked. “Agbes,” the woman responded. “And your sister?” “Victoria.”Snarl thought long and hard about what he was going to say before he actually said it, yet looking at Agnes, he quickly came to realize that if she was as brave as many she-wolves were, she wasn’t about to reject his offer. “Well, Agnes, what would you say if I told you