Davien's P. O. V.
Theo chuckled dryly, "This is no time to call a bluff Davien, we heard about the shooting you went through, you're not in any condition to take us down."
Zach balled his fists, "Surrender, and we will allow you join us, but as a slave pack of course." The bastard offered, not fearing for his life in the slightest.
The elders behind me slowly crawled back, wanting no part in the bloodshed that was about to go down. Despite the loss and their wounds, they defensively stood behind me, willing to stake their lives as a last minute retort.
"Our Alpha isn't weak, so don't discredit him." Gretel spat out, staggering to her feet, using the nearest bookshelf to support her weight. When it looked like she was about to fall, Vincent emerged and steadied her.
"Become your slaves? Don't get cocky because you landed a few punches on some washed up old timers." he grunted, still raring to go.
