Chapter 4: 'Dirty Rosey?!'

*Warning: This chapter contains material you may find distressing, including coarse language and depictions related to themes of sex, rape, abuse and violence. 

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RUM

They took the first turn. Which means they'll end up at the alleyway a few lanes from B.A.D's back alley. That's the darkest corner around here, easy to miss, and even easier to rob, take a sniff, kill… and rape. 

I stepped out from behind the lamp post. 

Stingy motherfuckers. Can't pay the hookers so they grab any pussy from the streets. 

I clicked my knuckles and turned my neck.

Yeah…it's time for these powerful fists to meet some flesh and crack some bones. I've got nothing against thugs, but I hate people who don't pay for sex, especially when I have to pay for it–with every bit of what I have on me. 

I halted as a familiar voice sprang out like jack-in-the-box. 

Mind your own business, Rum… Stay out of trouble….

I gripped into fists and winced with a reluctant obedience. "Argh!!!" Fuck you, Danny! 

I spun around. 

OK! It's none of my business! Do I know the girl? No. Did I see them? No. 

Right. March on, buddy. March on—. 

Sniff. Sniff. That sweet smell… Yes! It's Crane's bill and rose… and a hint of bergamot. And it's coming from behind me….

The girl. 

"Argh!!!" Frustration threw my head back and squeezed my eyes at the dark sky. I opened them again and swung myself around, and looked at the exit where I last saw the trio. 

Do I know the girl? No. Did I see them! YES. Is it my business? No. 

Cops! Get the cops! 

I felt my back pocket for my phone. 

Dooh! My phone's in that damn car! 

"Argh!!!" 

I turned to the bushes lining the walkway. 

I can't be seen or heard again, except on stage or on camera. Can't call the cops. Can't call David—he'll tell Danny, or worse, ignore me and send me home. 

A gentle breeze like a mother's caress blew across my face, lifting it to the full moon. 

I stared at it, the solution staring in my face. I had to do it. 

All for the fucking Crane's bill and rose, and a hint of bergamot. 

GODDAMN IT! 

Hastily, I ran to the exit and entered the dark alley. Once blackness entirely covered me, I closed my eyes and tried to recall the feeling….

A ball of fire… inside me… at the core of me… The moon… its glow… its warmth…. I need to merge with it… We are one…. 

PHWOOP!

I opened my eyes and felt ten times lighter, a hundred times stronger… and a million times hairier. 

I moved my arm and a paw came into my view. Then, the sharp claws. 

Yup. The name's Keithen Hook—Alpha of the Silver Ring pack, the largest one of the Howling Five–and it's been five years since I last took my wolf form. 

Sigh.

I licked my teeth, feeling its pointy tips. 

Yup, the fangs are back, baby. Sharper than ever. 

I lifted my deep sea blue eyes to the sky and howled a super masculine howl. Then, I cast a vengeful glare at the moon. 

Damn you, deity. This is just a one time situation. I'M NOT GOING BACK! HUMPH!

I turned from the sickening white disc high up in the black sky and ran with the wind toward that 'Hee hee'. 

Fucking assholes. Here I come. 

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"P-p-p-pleease… don't hurt me…." Ugly number one squealed, with his junior hanging out limp like a dead flower.  

Ugly number two looked like he was about to faint against the brick wall. 

I moved my snout closer to Ugly One.  Let's start with this—scare the daylights out of him. 

"Grrrr…." Phew! Man, this guy smells like he hasn't showered since he was born! 

The glint of a blade crossed my eyes and—. 

SWIPED!

Woah! Fuck! I jolted sideways, avoiding the attack. 

My paw jerked up at the perfect killing angle—wait! I can't hurt them! 

I glowered at the sickass and flashed my fangs. 

"GRRRRR!!!!!"

"Ah!!!!! HELP!!!!!!" Ugly number two finally picked himself up and fled in terror, his girly screams trailing behind him. 

"Nick! Damn it, you bastard!" Ugly number one pointed his knife at me. He glanced at the girl, half naked at his feet, and his mind started re-evaluating his chances of getting his prize. 

Humph. I smirked inside. Then, I swung my claws. 

"Ow!!" The thug gasped in shock. Then, his trembling eyes widened in fear at the blade under my feet. 

I stomped forward and took a huge bite–"HARNGG!!!"–of the cold air, a hair's inch from his face. 

And he fell back, horrified. "No… no… take it! She's yours!!"

I can't use my voice or he'll know who I am. So I snapped my teeth together once more–SNAPPED!–looking hungry as hell for blood, and…. 

"Ah!!!!! Get away from me!!! The Devil!! IT’S THE DEVIL'S WOLF!!!!!" He fled like a mouse from a cat. 

Ha, ha, ha… sick fuckers. 

I shook myself to rid the condensed droplets off my fur and stepped closer to the girl. 

The sweet scent gripped me like an amazing pussy—I couldn't think straight. My insides boiled with pure desires. 

What the fuck is happening to me?

I stared at the beautiful creature, my gaze gliding across her exquisite features—the slim brows, the long curly lashes, the sharp nose... that fine mouth. 

"Urgh…," she groaned. 

SHIT. I need to get the fuck out of here. If she saw me—.

Her eyes opened and I caught the most amazing tint of silver rings in them. They grew bigger and swirled faster, and then—. 

"W-wolf!" She hiccuped and fainted again. 

Fuck. 

PHWOOP!

I raised my arm and observed my fingers then dropped them with a sigh. 

She saw me. She fucking saw me. If she remembered, I’m doomed. 

Hastily, I pulled down her jumper to cover her beautiful breasts and yanked up her jeans before I got hard again. I noted her specs and put it back on her—and I got the shock of my life. 

“Dirty Rosey?!” 

I jolted to a stand, backing away in aghast, feeling utterly disgusted, as though I was the one ravaged and humiliated.  

Fuck! Did I just find Dirty Rosey pretty? 

I shook my head violently. 

No, no, no… I must be tired. All the shooting, the sex. I haven’t slept in the past thirty six hours. I must be tired. 

I squeezed my eyes to feel the sting of exhaustion just to verify my theory. Satisfied once more, I swung around and scoffed at the plainest Jane of B.A.D.—the outcast, the zero—and I chuckled dryly. 

Better take some photos of her gorgeous body, in case it comes in handy. God knows what the fuck she’ll do when she wakes up and remembers my wolf. I heard she’s one persistent sicko; she’ll trace it to me, and I’ll be doomed. 

It’s far-fetched but it’s possible. Anything’s possible in this damn industry. I’d rather be safe than—. 

“ARGH!!!” I grabbed my forehead in anguish. The fucking phone’s in the car!

I spun back to Dirty Rosey and scrunched my nose in disgust. 

First things first. Let’s get her the hell home—at the state she’s in now, if someone caught me with her, I won’t look like the Pope, no matter how squeaky clean my image is. Let’s see… where would she put her phone? 

I carefully searched her pockets and found it in the front pocket. Thank God, it’s not locked! Humph. What an idiot. First rule of survival in the world of entertainment—always lock your damn phone with an impenetrable passcode. 

I opened her list of contacts and found a name I haven’t heard of. My JOY. 

What? She's got a boyfriend?! 

I scoffed at her again and returned to the phone. 

I wonder who the fuck that could be. He must want a pussy real bad, that stupid son of a bitch. I better memorise his number and record it in my phone, in case I need a punching bag. 

I dialled the number. 

After one ring, a raspy feminine voice crashed through, “ROSE CINTILAR! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU???!! IT'S TWO! WHERE WERE YOU?!!” 

Sweet Lord. I winced, holding the phone miles away from my poor ears. 

I can’t risk going deaf. Many lives are dependent on it—Danny’s, and those of the entire B.A.D. staff. 

I pinched my nose and said, “Hello. I saw this… lady.” I swallowed my repugnance and continued, “You must be her friend. I think you better come.” 

“Oh my God! What happened?!” 

“Two men tried to—you know—take her. But… my friends—yes my friends— and I helped her. She’s unconscious now. You need to come get her.” I quickly gave her the coordinates to the exact location