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
Wholly prepared for Shane coming to get more information or even just to have a little fun, Hazel was more than a little surprised when II arrived once more in the basement. Having thrown herself down onto the chair at the sound of footsteps above her head, placing her feet beside the chair legs and her arms upon the rests as if she were still tied to the damned thing, she jumped up with relief the moment that Snarl ’s familiar scent wafted down the stairs with the opening of the door. Yet even as he hurried down the stairs toward her, the scent of another werewolf hit her nostrils and she quickly dropped back down onto the chair, half-expecting another to follow him inside. Though she desperately wanted to cry out to him to make sure that he was okay, she held her breath waiting until the door slammed shut behind him, surrounding them in darkness, and all Hazel could hear was the sound of a single set of footsteps coming down the stairs. “Snarl, what the hell is going on?” H
“Thank you,” she mouthed to the woman, pinching the front of the hoodie in order to show what she was actually grateful for. The woman simply nodded and then turned to gesture to a younger girl who was practically her double. Then she lifted her head and addressed the first of the two men who were trying to force everyone toward the back door. “We’re ready to go.” Finally, when the two men weren’t looking, she gave Snarl a glance and a curt nod. Snarl barely acknowledged it with a nod of his own before turning to the two men and asking, “Louie, Carlos, are we ready?” The two men glowered at him for a moment, and Hazel feared that maybe Snarl had spoken out of turn. Snarl, you aren’t second here! she thought, gritting her teeth against the urge to leap to his side and face them with him. Yet Snarl stood his ground, staring back as though he was ready and raring for a fight. Luckily for Hazel, the men turned to each other, and a silent word seemed to pass between them before t
“Hey man, she’s going to be alright.” Cole’s voice caused Snarl to almost jump right out of his skin. Although he had been waiting with him outside the room where Hazel was being treated by the witch for quite some time, neither of them had really spoken. Several minutes had passed by in silence save for the odd whimper or squeal coming from inside the room. The last he had seen her, he had been cradling her in his arms, not letting her go since the moment that she passed out against his shoulder. It had taken Damon , Cole, and several others to finally remove him from the room so that Malia could take a look at her and the moment he heard her waking, he had wanted to go to her. “I know,” Snarl sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, gritting his teeth against the urge to rush right into the room every time he heard or sensed pain from Hazel. He’d done that once already, and he was sure that Damon wouldn’t let him off so easily again for disobeying direct orders. After
Hazel was more than a little relieved when Snarl didn’t try to fight her again. Instead, he caused her stomach to do a somersault as he suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped, effectively trapping her beneath him on the bed. Wearing nothing but a silken nightgown that she always kept spare in her wardrobe at the Lauchair Manor, she was ready for him. “Snarl, I need you right now!” she growled against his lips even as he kissed her. Hungrily, she tore at his belt buckle and popped the top button of his jeans. In one swift motion, Snarl knelt and yanked off his t-shirt, coming back down on top of her within seconds to kiss her again. The warmth of his body on top of hers was intoxicating and she arched her back, trying to get as close to him as possible even as she shoved his jeans down over his hips. He moved his legs quickly, urging them down the rest of the way, and Hazel felt more than saw him kick them right off the bed along with his boots, deftly removing
“Well, that was awkward,” Cole announced the moment Snarl stepped out of the room, leaving Damon and Hazel to talk. He was already at his wits’ end with tension, and he cast a warning glare at his friend who knew how much he hated witches. Malia, who had clearly been stood talking to Cole the entire time that Snarl and Hazel had been busy in the bedroom, at least had the decency to glance away the moment that she saw he was still practically half-naked. There might have been a time when Snarl would have joked that she could look if she wanted, but the thought of anyone but Hazel seeing him made him angry, and so he quickly dropped his boots and pulled on his t-shirt. “Cole, I think maybe we should give your packmates a little space,” the witch suggested, and Snarl almost thanked her, though he was too busy trying to listen in on what was being said inside the bedroom. He hated the thought of Hazel facing Damon alone, especially after having just found the two of them in such
Snarl saw his friend out trying his best to ignore the sympathy in his eyes. Whatever happened was up to Hazel. He wouldn’t try to influence her decision. If the alphas found her suffering from some syndrome or another, he’d lose her either way. So it wasn't about Damon's decision ? He was in love with her. The thought of losing her left a giant hole inside his chest. Clawing out his heart wouldn’t be half as painful even if he would be dead. Hazel was upstairs in their bedroom. She rarely spoke over dinner leaving him and Shadow to talk business. He was tired of meeting and the incessant need to avoid war with certain clans. What was the point of trying when it eventually happens. Staring at his reflection in the mirror Damon let out a breath feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders as he stepped out. He’d been a good alpha, and he hoped to be a good help to him as well as reward him . “Snarl?” He turned to see the love of his life standing in the doorway. She wo