Gray was not a fool. He knew what he was doing was definitely going to pull attention to him, but that was his aim.
The language he spoke was that of the human god. It was subtle and low, and it seemed as if his lips flowed in rhythm, like the string of a violin when plugged.
Gray had figured out something. This had come to him the moment he touched Rose's body and the connection of their bloodline had been excited.
At first it had only been in theory in his head since he could not use soul energy.
However, he was a man that had touched upon both science and magic that only immortals dared to touch upon. His mind was an archive of wisdom and knowledge many would have killed for.
And in truth, they did.
Even after his death against the vampire god, there were those that sort to charge into that legendary battlefield and take his body for themselves.
The moment he had touched Rose, he had understood that Soul energy and that of Bloodlines were similar and yet different.
It was like the symbol of the ying and yang. for him to control his bloodline that naturally came with its own magic, he needed to think of commanding it in an entirely different manner.
And so he spoke the language of the human god but he spoke the language backwards.
For Rose's injuries, the language was not the healer. No! It was only to guide the flow of his blood into her bloodvessels.
Her body was fighting for survival. The moment it felt the aid and the bloodline connection by both blood and servitude under the same Alpha, it would accept the aid.
Besides, as he sent the blood into her body, he also sent her subtle messages.
Because everyone had been concentrating on his lips and the blood he poured into her wounds and mouth, none of them noticed his other hand that seemed to be writing on her body.
After he was done with Rose, Gray did not even wait to check if it had worked.
He immediately went for Dan, his elder brother.
However, just before he reached him, Andrew stepped forward. "No! not him. That one is too dangerous, we will take him broken."
"But he will bleed out and..."
"Don't think because I helped you with your darling sister, that i am some stupid muck kid. That one has the Bloodline Berserker. He is not so simple to kill." Andrew interupted Gray.
This made Gray frown, but he did not move.
"Okay! put a collar on his sister and another one on the Berserker. We going back home boys!"
They was suddenly a loud cheer from the hunters.
Some hunters continued their violent activities with the Werewomen of Gray's former pack while some others arranged the dead bodies to be buried.
Of Course, this included Gray's mother and father.
A collar was put around Dan's neck and another hunter walked forward to put one on Rose.
It was the same fat hunter that wanted to take her before.
He looked at her and smiled, licking his lips. It was clear from the visibly closing injuries that she was healing.
His eyes showed his gross anticipation for her to be done. For this, he even delayed putting the collar about her neck.
If he did now, the collar would suppress her Werewolf bloodline and that would instantly slow down her healing or stop it entirely.
Her skin closed up steadily, revealing their once attractive smoothness.
The obvious bulge in his pants was evidence that he could not wait to sink himself inside her.
His fingers fickled with the collar in his hand in anticipation to put it on her and ram her deep.
As his anticipation grew, his eyes scanned down her very enticing legs.
Rose, like any Werewolf girl her age was really a specimen, but she was even more enticing to the eyes as a result of her powerful bloodline.
It was a known fact that those with really good bloodlines had natural advantage when it came to beauty, and Rose was a royal descendant of the once famous Fang empire.
As the fat hunter admired her body, his eyes now concentrating in-between her legs as saliva seemed to dry in his mouth, he did not notice that her fingers had jerked a little, and her legs seemed to have opened wider, drawing his attention even closer to the goodness in her in between.
Slightly, she opened an eye and then her hands slowly became red with heat.
The fat man, drawn in by the lush goodness he was seeing, could not hold his desire back any longer. He wanted nothing more than to feel her insides wrap around him.
Immediately, he removed his pants to reveal himself, leaning forward to have her, and that was when it happened.
Werewolves were naturally strong creatures, but were made even stronger by the full moon.
She had not wasted any time as she leaned into the fat man.
Her claws, the tools sent by some mysterious force to make this man's life a miserable hell launched at his manhood.
The ripping of his organ was swift but was still like the sudden tear of fabric. It removed everything, sausage and eggs went with the uproot.
He had not even been given the opportunity to scream as she had immediately stuffed it all into his mouth with an even swifter motion.
For a spilt second, the fat man had looked into her eyes and saw the glee in them, and then she kicked him.
Rose was only at Level 3 in strength, but with the help of the fat man's distraction and the additional help from the full moon, she produced power far beyond her station.
Her powerful legs contracted with all the force she had, instantly kicking against the ground with all the force in her body and rushing for the woods.
Everything had happened so suddenly that no one had the chance to react by the time it had happened...