Roselin walked back down the corridor, her hands and feet bound with silver chains. More so he stumbled across the aisle; With every few steps he takes, Carter pulls the chains hard and falls to the ground each time, and he has to crawl across the dirty floor until the man stops and yells at him.
"Get up, dummy!" Roselin walked back down the corridor, her hands and feet bound in silver chains. More so he stumbled across the aisle; With every few steps he takes, Carter pulls the chains hard and falls to the ground each time, and he has to crawl across the dirty floor until the man stops and yells at him.
"Get up, dummy!"
Ahead of them, Chase escorted Frank more politely, holding his arm, but after Rozelin had fallen to the ground the first few times, she glared at him with a sullen expression. By the time they reached the stairs leading down to the basement, she felt relieved that the rosé hadn't been pushed down the steps. However, as she and Alex approached the cells and Gabriel grabbed onto the bars when they arrived, the rosélin was held back as the cell door frank closed.
He frowned as he stared at Carter, then pushed them away when his own lifeless caught him staring. She slapped him in the face, the power shook his head to the side. She followed Chase's back as she continued walking towards the stairs. Once he turned his head back, that's when the blow began. A punch to the stomach and immediately to the face threw him to the ground.
Rozelin heard a grunt and another inhuman sound echoing in the basement. Still, his primary focus at that moment was the pain radiating through his body as his muscles screamed over kicks from the attack Carter brought him.
At least it wasn't his face?
"AH!" She screamed; tears spilled onto his face.
Carter was constantly kicking him in the ribs. The sharp pain turned into a pins-and-needles sensation; she screamed in pain and begged him to stop. Carter grabbed her by the hair, so they were now looking at each other.
"What was that?! I'm hearing music, darling! Beg me some more!" Carter spit while holding her hair tighter and smiled as she stared at his tear-stained face.
Another grunt and some shaking in the bars caught his attention, giving Roseline some time to breathe painfully.
"Cut it out. Or I'll use wolfsbane on him!" He bellowed at the franc, who was speeding through the cell. Alex's eyes glowed a bright green, and his nails turned into little claws gripping the bars. Gabriel, too, was leaning against the cell, his gaze intense, and after focusing on him for a moment, he could see that Rozel's eyes were red and veins were bulging out from under her eyes, revealing her teeth.
"Please carter please stop it", she cried; Every breath he took was excruciatingly painful, and talking was draining his energy.
Carter grinned and raised his free hand into a fist. As Rozelin lowered him, she closed her eyes and braced herself.
"SUFFICIENT!"
His eyes widened to see Chase grab Carter's arm, his eyes locked in a battle filled with anger. Carter shook her off and let rosé's hair loose, banging her head on the floor like a rag doll. He didn't care; All he wanted was to get into his cell and hide.
"Being his son doesn't mean I'm taking orders from you."
Carter's face changed from red to an unusual beet color, anger coming to the surface as the veins on his neck pulsed.
"You'll do it because I'm responsible," Chase replied through clenched teeth.
Rozelin looked in the direction of the hunters from her fetal position now on the ground. Carter and Chase were challenging each other, their breasts swollen; they were both well-built, their muscles sticking out of their crew-neck shirts. For some unknown reason, the tattoo on Chase's wrist caught his attention, his fog-filled brain focused on how he looked; It was a small symbol, the same symbol on the flag he had seen. Cartera squinted her eyes when she looked up, seeing the same tattoo on her wrist. So the hunters marked theirs, she thought.
"He's a werewolf, remember? Don't let his beautiful human form fool you. He's not innocent. The same species that killed your mother!" Carter shouted.
"I SAID ENOUGH."
The two men had stepped forward; his hands were fisted at the sides.
"Fine. Wait until Silas hears this," Carter snapped as he scrambled away with a final kick to Rozel's back, stamping her feet up the stairs, and slamming the metal door before continuing.
"Lets."
Chase lowered her hands and helped her sit up; when she could barely lift her own body, she wrapped her arms around him and lifted him to his feet. His knees bent under his weight, so he bent down and put his hands under his legs, pulling her against his chest. Now he was in the cradle like a baby. His head fell to the side, gasping for breath.
A loud growl rose from inside the cell.
"I'm bringing him to the cell, Frank."
After playing around with the keys and moving Rozelin's almost limp body, Chase opened the door. When the door opened, the speeding Frank stopped and instantly stepped forward, gently taking the rosette in his arms.
roselle,"You're hot," she muttered to Frank, giggling.
She walked to the far end of the cell through the sunlight coming through the window and squatted as she sat on the floor with her rosé in her lap.
"Thanks, Frank. I can get out of here." He muttered a thank you.
He turned to Chase, who was locking the cell door. It was hard to read his face when he looked at her, but he turned and left without another word. Frank wrapped his arms around her, freeing his legs; now she was sitting sideways on his lap. His eyes widened and he rushed forward to get away from her, but he hissed in pain and fell back automatically; Fortunately, Frank's arm still carried the weight of his back.
"Let me help you." He sighed.
After some awkward movements between the two of them, Rozelin was now leaning against the wall, her hand on her ribs. He looked at Frank curiously. He wondered why he had put her in his lap.
"I thought you'd rather use me as heat, and that's more comfortable than damp ground." He said, his eyes rolling with innocence.
"Uhuh, of course you did," Alex called from the side; Roselin looked at him and smiled.
"I missed you guys," she breathed.
"You were gone only in the morning," Gabriel's deep voice echoed in the shadows of his cell.
"It felt like an eternity," he muttered, his eyes staring at nothing special ahead.
Gabriel mocked, "Talk to me when you live forever."
"The question is, what did you do to incur the wrath of Carter?" Alex questioned.
"Let me breathe." Rozelin replied, winning Frank and Alex's giggles.
"You refused a room?" Frank loved it.
Everyone's attention was now on her. Even Gabriel stood at the dark end of the cell's bars. Rozelin sighed, then grimaced, regretting that she had hurt herself again. He hoped that his recovery would be quick; He had a plan, and he couldn't wait to explain it to the kids.
"It's a long story," his reply warranted a silence as all eyes were still on him waiting for his explanation. His eyes darted to the high gray ceiling as he pieced together all the information he had learned today in his head.
Finally he spoke, "They need my blood to create werewolves they can train. To wipe out the world of all creatures."
"They're building an army," muttered Alex
"There's more," his voice dropped to a whisper as his eyes scanned the surroundings. "I was actually able to look out while Silas was in the room-"
"Who is Silas?" Alex was interrupted.
"Boss," Frank replied.
"Anyway, we're on some kind of military base; there's a camera across a perimeter fence. Guards have been placed at the entrance to an empty parking lot, and trees are spread far beyond the entrance, a long road to here." Rozelin continued in a low voice; He held his breath and suppressed the constant pain.
"So you're abandoning your escape plan?" Gabriel guessed.
Rozelin frowned and turned her head towards him.
"We knew it put it together. We all did it in our first week here." Gabriel continued.
"I didn't tell you my escape plan," His eyes sparkled with a mischievous smile on his lips.
"Please say, oh, the chosen one." Fake Alex bent down, causing her to roll her eyes.
"I found a room with a lot of equipment. Monitors for CCTV cameras, controls for air ducts, for everything. I was also searching the air ducts of the upstairs women's restrooms, but I can only get there in three minutes," Rozelin whispered. "
"It's best to keep whispering. We can hear you," said Alex softly.
"So, my plan is to go to the control room, turn off the air ducts, CCTV, unlock the basement door, and then exit the air ducts?" He questioned his own plan after hearing him say it out loud. It's been a lot.
"The first part of the plan sounds good. The second part sounds terrible. We can't climb through the air ducts. One, you're much smaller than us. Two, it takes too long and three, it's filthy there," complained Alex, whose emerald green eyes seemed to see the dirt in the air ducts. He stared at the ceiling in disgust.
"Are you afraid you'll ruin your trendy overalls?" Frank smiled.
"Oh, I see. Okay." Alex directed her words to Gabriel, as he stretched his arms upwards, leaning his body from side to side, before turning his face to the wall.
Gabriel said there was another flaw in his plan.
"Hey?" Rozelin looked in Gabriel's direction, but disappeared into the shadows again.
"How are you going to get to the control room? You refused to stay in the upstairs room," said Frank, lying on his back and staring at the window behind his rosé.
"I was supposed to tell you about this plan. The only way to do it was to refuse the room. But I can always beg to have it back. Once we have a plan with full proof"
"If you can stand Carter's beatings," Alex added.
"He can't kill me. I'm 'too important to them'. Rozel's hoodie and tank top were pulled up, revealing her already bruised ribs, the dark area spreading over her body from where she'd been kicked.
"Still, that doesn't mean it won't hurt, rosélin," said Frank seriously; While looking at your injured body
His eyes were filled with worry. He pulled the hoodie back.
"Gabriel says that if you close her airways first, the drug that keeps her weak will come out of her body and can help us all escape. With vampire speed and strength. She says she's been here so long and they get lazy and forget who she is. Her weapons are only for werewolves." Alex said while assessing his nails.
"There were at least fifty people outside today. You can't take that many," Rozelin whispered, looking into Gabriel's cell, and Gabriel appeared at the bars with a smug smile on his lips.
"Do you have a bet?"
Roseli's eyes widened; If he's that strong, how did they catch him?
"Gabriel, how did they get you?"
"They caught me in a compromise position," she thought.
Her eyes widened at the thought of Rozel in bed with someone, and the hunters slammed the door--
"No, it wasn't like that." Gabriel caught it.
"I was adopting a new vampire. The process takes 24 hours; unfortunately they caught him and used him as bait."
Why would he sacrifice his life for her?
"We become very attached to our newborn babies. For the first month anyway. It's like a mother's uncertainty. Once our blood is in their veins, we're always connected and protective. So I gave up stupidly and hoping to kill them in the car, but I was injected with that drug." They made me weak, and in front of me, I was impaled in my heart." He looked and removed his hands from the bar.
"I'm sorry, Gabriel."
After a moment of silence, Rosalina's mind settled on her again.
Wait, he can read minds?!
"Yes."
Still not completely convinced, Rozelin asked another question in her mind.
Can all vampires read minds?
"Royal descendants only."
His lips parted in shock and he looked back into his dark cell.
Royal? What does that mean? How many royal vampires are there?
"It's secret. Only among vampires."
He sighed, grimacing again at the sharp pain in his ribs.
"Okay. Well, do we have a plan?" He asked.
"If Gabriel is as strong as he says and it's not just his arrogance. Then yes. Yes, we do," Alex smiled like a Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"When?" Frank asked.
"Give me until tomorrow. I think that will be convincing enough for me to beg me to go back to the room and get away from Canter. Can we reconsider the plan after the lights are out tonight?"
They nodded their heads in agreement.
"Who would have thought that all we needed was a girl." Alex ran his hand through the bars and pretended to punch his chin lightly.
"A woman, Alex. I'm a woman." He straightened, keeping his head upright.
Alex laughed and then fell to the ground. Rozelin stared at the dull ceiling; Excitement began to erupt in his now slightly damaged body.
"It won't be easy, but it's the best chance we've got."
❤
For the rest of the day, Rozelin remained in the cells with the others. He used the time to rest, and luckily, Carter didn't return at mealtime, and neither did Chase. Another unknown hunter arrived and, as usual, they were given a small bowl of rice, while Gabriel was given a small vial of blood.
"Oh, pig's blood. It's too greasy." Gabriel complained.
"Are you afraid of gaining weight?" Frank smiled.
"It just tastes awful. Nothing like human blood," Rozelin could almost see Gabriel drooling at the thought.
"I can't believe this is my life anymore." He stated.
"At least you're not a mosquito like Gabriel over there," Frank replied.
"Gebriel. And if you continue the insults, I'll leave you to rot in your cell."
"Sorry. Habit." Frank smiled shyly at Gabriel.
When the lights went out, they started planning again. Passing each step meticulously. Rozelin would make sure to turn off everything in the control room at 8:00 the next day. She gave Gabriel enough time to recover and evaporate any traces of medication left in his body. This was also the perfect time for the rosé to sneak out of the room in the dark, and the hunters would have already made rounds to feed them and settle down.
The easiest part of their plan was for the men to get out of their cells and through the door. However, Rozelin would have to sneak into the control room undetected and get everyone inside. He also stupidly nodded when they asked him if he had any combat experience. Now that She thought about it, no, no, she hadn't. As long as the 'boxer' fitness class doesn't count, yes. He knew how to strike; it couldn't be that hard. Certainly?
After that, he would have to figure out how to open the metal door, turn off the CCTV cameras and the weather channels he already knew. Later, he would meet the others outside the metal door leading down to the basement. They would try to sneak around undetected for as long as possible. When they get out, Frank and Alex will switch places and Gabriel will be carrying the rosette; If it didn't start to change on its own, that was their best move.
Run until I find a car they would go on to the moon and bound it; both vampire speed and werewolf speed were about the same, if not faster than a car. Unfortunately, they were all weak and wouldn't be able to keep up for very long. Their next priority was to find a car.
That was the plan. There was no going back now. Rozelin tried to calm herself, but her anxiety had taken over her body, keeping her mind awake with bottomless questions like "What if" as her nerves made butterflies fly in her stomach. He needed the most rest, he needed to play his part to recover and escape.
When morning finally came, the sun shone through the window, waking them all up. Rozelin sat up, rubbing her eyes; If she thought she was feeling bad yesterday, she was much worse today. His muscles felt sore and tense; He muttered as he leaned against the wall.
"Yeah, that's absolutely believable. You look like shit," Alex muttered happily.
"Thanks." Rolling her eyes, she replied dryly.
Minutes later, the sound of the metal door opening made them all tense, their minds pondering what Rozel should do in the evening.
"You got this," Frank nudged her a little.
He smiled nervously too, but took a deep breath and collected himself. He kept his nerves at bay as he watched Carter make his way towards them with a smug smile on his face that he just wanted to slap. Slowly, on hands and knees, he crawled towards the cell door and pulled himself up using the bars, hissing as he did so, and when he stopped rocking on his feet, he immediately let go of his hands.
"Are you ready for round two?" Carter snapped her fingers as she approached him.
"Please. I need to see Silas," said Rozelin in a low voice, eyes lowered as she swayed slightly on her feet in front of him. The bars between them are his only consolation.
He frowned, "You're making requests now? Looks like I have to teach you another lesson."
She rolled up her sleeves and took the keys from her back pocket to open the door. Rozelin got scared,
"NO! Please! Please! I'm begging you. Please don't. I want to accept the deal that Silas offered me yesterday."
Silence fell upon them like a curtain; Rozelin looked up to see Carter staring at her with narrowed eyes. She looked down again and lowered her head further,
"Please," she whispered. When he looked back, tears formed in his eyes; one escaped and fell on his cheek.
Carter looked at him, his eyes hard and cold; He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. With the phone at her ear, she continued to stare at him; her gaze pierced her.Rozel's gaze shifted to her nose; She didn't want to keep looking into his soulless eyes. She sent shivers down her spine.
"Boss, the bitch wants to accept your deal with him," Carter said into the phone.
"Yes. Do you want me to send him to you.." His lips formed a thin line as he listened to the other end of the conversation. He sighed and put his phone down.
"Bring your arms forward," he grumbled.
Silver chains once again wrapped around his wrists and ankles. As soon as the cell door closed, he pulled her forward and they started walking again. Rozelin struggled to stumble even after she fell from Carter, dragging the chains hard. The almost constant smile on his face was replaced by an angry expression; She stopped pulling the chains because she didn't need any more help getting down to the ground.
As they passed the stairs and metal door, Carter made a phone call, and Chase appeared as they turned the corner.
"Take it!" That was all Carter said as she threw the chain at him and left abruptly.
Chase gave him a stern look and began to take off his chains.
"I'm sorry," he whispered after he had finished, his head bowed in embarrassment. Rozelin was not angry with him; after all, she was one of the kidnappers.
Without answering, he continued down the hall, past the restrooms and the control room, to the final stop of the luxury room. He fell back on the bed as he walked through the door.
"This could have been avoided if you had agreed in the first place," Chase grumbled.
"Hmm, got in a lot of trouble?" he asked.
When there was no answer, he looked at her. He stood across the room across from her, arms crossed across his chest. His eyes scanned the room as he answered.
"There's nothing I can't handle." His chin lifted, indicating that the conversation was over.
"Do we have Netflix?" Roselin asked; The subtle way of changing the subject made him chuckle.
"Of course we do."
For the rest of the day, the couple watched movie after movie on Netflix and ordered themselves a pizza that rosé couldn't finish. Days on the rice-only diet caused her appetite to diminish, and she was only able to manage two slices. But he enjoyed every bit of these two slices. Rozelin and Chase were so comfortable with each other that they shared the bed, their legs spread out in front of them, their backs against the headboard in the second movie.
However, as the light from the window began to fade, the rosélin began to feel jittery again. He walked to the window and looked around the building, unlike the office he had gone to before, he could not see the hunters who were training, but the non-human
He guessed they had gathered after a day full of practice killing everything.
"Do you normally train with others?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at Chase, who was stretched out on the rug. Her legs were straight in front of her as her hands passed by her feet.
"Sometimes."
He nodded, "Will they all stay here?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Well, the parking lot is empty. No cars. We look like we're in the middle of nowhere." She turns to look at him, arms crossed over her chest.
"You're so careful," he looked doubtfully, his hands sweating, yet his face remained calm.
"They don't stay in this building. There's another building in the back that you can't see."
"So it's like a proper army house! Must be awful for you though?" He dismissed her suspicions indifferently. Her exaggerated smile made her look at him in surprise.
"Why are you saying like that?" He asked slowly.
"Didn't you grow up here?"
"Only since I was fourteen."
He sacrificed the rest of what Rozel had said; She held a small smile after channeling her suspicions into light-hearted conversation. After she got so comfortable with him again, she scolded herself inwardly. Soon, very soon, he would never see her again. For the next few hours, they randomly chatted about their childhood, likes and dislikes.
When the bedside alarm clock struck 7:45, Rozel began to take her steps, Chase was not included in her plans, and she began to panic about what to do with him.
"I never asked, but what are you going to do when I'm asleep?" he asked; her voice was a little high, she.
Calm down, Rose.
"Lock the door and go to your own bedroom."
He shook his head. Asking him to leave so he could 'sleep' was absolutely out of the question. Chase suddenly stood up and started making his way to the bathroom.
"What are you doing?"
He stopped in the middle of the road and looked at her,
"Are you going to the toilet?" He tilted his head towards her and said, "Is he okay?" said.
"No, I wanted to take a shower and it bothers me that you go to the bathroom there." He held his head high as he looked at her with a mocking expression.
He laughed, then masked his face with shock when he saw how serious he was,
"Are you serious!?" As she continued to stare at him, he nodded, "The men's restrooms are on the other side of the building!"
"If you're wrong, I suggest you leave immediately."
She looked at him in disbelief, but still dashed out the door.Rozelin sighed; quick thinking got him out the door, and luckily he didn't lock the door. However, the moment of satisfaction was short-lived as the tension in his chest tightened after he glanced at the clock.
19:48
Although he told men he knew how to fight, he wasn't about to waste time on anyone who would get in his way. He grabbed the side lamp on the nightstand before gently opening his door. His head popped out of the room as he looked this way and that, his breathing slow and regular, but his heart pounding in his chest, and it only got louder as he walked out the door with the lamp in his hand.
The footsteps were faint on the floorboards, but every time his foot stepped on a squeaky one, he stopped and held his breath. The sound was so loud to her ears that even the men in the basement could hear it, she thought. But seconds passed and no one came out the door to get him. He sighed and continued down the hall. He gulped when he saw the door marked 'Control Room'. She took a deep breath and put her hand on the doorknob.
Turning it slowly, she slid open the door and froze, eyes wide as the door creaked on its hinges. Seeing that the rosé was empty, she jumped in and immediately closed the door. She almost cried in relief, but suddenly she threw herself out; Chances are it can only last that long. Tilting the lamp on its side, she bent down and looked at all the flashing buttons and lights.
First of all, the air ducts.
She quickly found the key and turned it off. His eyes wandered over the various controls and buttons, hoping to see the labels on each, but all he saw were numbers next to them. Looking at one of the CCTV screens, she realized that it was 19:55. He gripped the corners of his face as panic began to set in.
Time was running out. Her main priority now was to open that metal door for the men, she. If he could not do this, then everything would be in vain. She mentally slapped herself again. This was the loser's speech.
Calming down, she slowed her breathing and allowed her eyes to slide over the buttons and dials in front of her. His eyes fell on a key next to it, on the far right, marked NF00. She remembered seeing it in the corner of the metal door on one of her many trips to the bathroom.
BINGO.
He turned the key.
BANG.
Rozelin jumped at the sudden loud noise and her eyes widened.
Rozelin jumped at the sudden loud noise and turned to the man standing in the doorway, her eyes wide; He gasped as his heart leapt out of his chest. The hunter's astonished gaze turned into an evil one. She followed him into the small room. With a swift and fluid movement, She caught the lamp and waved it at him; she ran away from him and grinned.
The six-foot body he found was pretty tough to bump an object into their head. Especially if they've been trained like this guy who can easily get away with it. On his second try, he grabbed the lamp and pulled it out of her hand, and it swung sideways as he continued to slowly walk towards her.latted. It automatically took a step back, but then suddenly stopped. He needed to knock out this guy so he could meet the others and get the hell out of there.
Facing Rozelin's next step, she stepped forward. She grinned at him, but not for long; pressing her against her groin, causing her to gasp and crouch forward, grasping the area. He punched him in the face now that he was shorter because of his hump, but instead of falling to the ground as he had seen so many times in the movies, it just bent his head to the side and made him move.
He punched her again, cursing secretly at the contact of his knuckles. But his face was as hard as steel and he did not move.
Stupid !
He straightened up and threw it upside-down against the wall, sending it back. He turned, pushing the wall, and thrusting himself into a fighting position, getting a loud laugh from the man in front of him. He didn't care if he was mocked; her adrenaline was now pumping wildly through her veins. Rozelin kept herself on her feet as she jumped lightly; He went to hit her again, but this time he blocked it with his raised arms.
After all, Boxercise really taught him something!
The moment of satisfaction was quickly gone as another blow he blocked turned him sideways, freeing him to punch with his other fist. She held her breath as tears welled in her eyes. This was the side of his bruised ribs; The vibration of the fist sent needles of pain through his body. She ignored this and sent her right hook in the man's direction, catching him off guard when it touched his chin.
Just as he was about to take another hit, Chase walked through the door. His eyes flickered between the couple; He knew he couldn't handle both. His attention continued to bounce between them; Which hits first? He tried to figure out his next course of action.
However, as Chase progressed, he did not foresee what he would do next. He grabbed the lamp and put it on the hunter's head, and immediately wrapped his arms around his neck. The man's eyes bulged from shock as he tried to free himself, rubbing his hands on Chase's to free his arms from her.
Ten seconds later the hunter limped and Chase knocked him down, staring at the big-eyed girl in front of him.
"W-why? What? Did he pass out?" Rozelin stammered; Although Chase helped him, he didn't relax his stance as confusion replaced the shock on his face.
"He's fine. I should have known you'd be in trouble for kicking me out of the room. Look, I'm leaving the Hunters Guild anyway. That just pushed my plans forward. I'll help you escape."
Rose's mouth fell open.
"Rozelin, get out! We have no time to waste!" Now his attention was on the controls.
He looked at the screens again and noticed the time.
8pm
"Do you know how to turn off CCTV?"
He grinned as he pressed a few buttons and all the screens went black.
He winked, "Well done," he winked.
"Thank you Chase. I have to go!"
She started running out of the room by the toilets, but a hand grabbed her arm. She was confused when she turned around to see Chase.
"Go that way, less protection and faster."
The two-way radio suddenly rang from the belt where Chase was tucked into his pants.
"Come to my office now!" Silas' voice echoed through the speaker.
Rozelin hadn't really noticed the walkie-talkie before, but she guessed it made more sense than using the phone all the time.
"I'm going to entertain my father."
Rozelin nodded, took a step, then stopped.
He turned around, his expression alert as his eyes surveyed the surroundings.
"I will not forget this."
"GO!"
At his behest, she turned and she didn't look back as she ran away from him down the hall. She tried to keep her steps light on the creaking floorboards. His heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing became irregular as he pulsed with excitement and anticipation.
Turning the corner of the corridor, he stopped abruptly. She took a sharp breath as her eyes locked on Carter, who had stopped walking.
A cruel smile appeared on his face, but then his attention shifted to the radio at his waist. Different voices speaking on each other came at the same time; A gunshot exploded and screams rose from the loudspeaker. Rozel's lips curled into a small smile, Gabriel, they must have released themselves. He knew he was late.
"Gebriel!" Rozelin cried out; wherever she was she hoped she'd hear him.
His voice caused Carter to stare at him again. At this point, she was running towards him, jumping up and dealing a blow to the face in midair. The pleasure he took from the punch as he watched her stumble back was immense.
"You little bitch!"
He grabbed her and threw her a small distance into the wall, but she didn't stop there, grabbed her by the hair and went to punch him in the face, but she blocked him and knelt down. He aimed at his private parts, but missed and knelt on his stomach. He grunted at the impact, but responded with a head-on-the-nose.
"Uh,"
His hands went to his nose, his eyes were wet from the unsettling pain, he was surprised that his nose didn't bleed. But that moment of weakness, Carter got the upper hand, and Carter repeatedly punched him in the face. His vision began to darken, his head throbbing as his mind tried to stay awake, Carter stopped his attack after hearing the sound of the radio.
"Carter, get that bitch in the car NOW!"
Clear your mind as your eyelids falland his body fell down. But he didn't feel like hitting the ground; He felt himself spinning and then being lifted up.
"Take the chains and..."
Voices from the calm, peaceful land of the dark that had a mind kept bothering him. But that one voice, he knew very well, made him want to hide from the noise. A slight burning sensation spread to her wrists and ankles, and suddenly Rosalina's consciousness began to seep in, alerting her to the situation she was in. His eyes suddenly opened.
She was being carried, her hands tied in front of her, her arms limp as she watched the ground move beneath them, her head resting on someone's back. His body was laid on someone's shoulder.
"Give him your wolfsbane. He needs to stay thin."
A sharp injection in his neck caused him to scream in pain. He felt as if boiling water was running through his veins, spreading through his body; Every movement on the man's back also caused jolts of pain bubbling through him. But instead of groaning in pain, the burning ignited a rage within him, and he exploded to escape.
Instead of passing out as they wanted, she became more alert; The pain boiled as the adrenaline swept through the fog of medicine rushing through. She quickly turned her body to the side, causing her to fall from the man who was trying to hold her tight and trying to tighten her up. Rozelin slammed into the ground hard, but managed to avoid hitting her head as her bound hands opened up in front of her.
He grunted, sliding his legs under the man, causing the man to fall on his back. He immediately jumped on her and banged her fists in the face nonstop. A wild beast within him took possession of him; Flashes of images of her kidnapping passed through her mind and encouraged her. He jumped when he realized he was cold. Looking ahead, he saw that he was in the parking lot.
Opposite him were two darkened SUVs; Chase and Silas got into the first car and drove away, while Carter and another hunter drove towards the second car. The hunter got into the driver's seat as he threw a few bags into the trunk. As the panic subsided, the rosélin began to retreat. He could not get in the car; He had to find the others and escape not only from this place, but from them, the hunters.