yelled and pushed the three forward to the cages. They turned on him and he shot them with a stunner, knocking them to the ground. Writhing as the electrical currents raced through their systems, he dragged them into the cage and locked the door.
"I'll die with pack before I serve a human, Filch," the larger man ground out as Damian walked away.
" Die with pack.... Die with pack ..." Damian jerked awake in the dark, sweat rolled down his forehead as he searched the dark for the voices in his head. Heart racing, he leaned to the side and turned on a light. "What was that?" He tried to recall the dream and couldn't. However, an overwhelming amount of shame and guilt clung to his chest.
"What was that?" he asked again.
Chapter 3
With the sun high in the sky few shadows stretched across the road as Damian drove down the highway. Rested, he and Raoul headed to the clinic where Anna Morgan had quarantined the full-bloods. He turned onto the dirt road, checked his coordinates, and continued over bumpy terrain until the farmhouse rose in the distance. He wasn't sure what he expected, perhaps a cross between his contemporary house and farmhouses he'd seen on TV.
Alpha Bart prided himself on moving with the times and having cutting edge technology, so the large two-story structure, straight from the 1900's with a white columned porch and ornate double door entry, threw Damian. The whitewashed walls stood bold, pristine, even in the midst of surrounding trees and crops. With no formal road or address, those seeking sanctuary behind the walls of this place found it by scent and traveled by foot. Since he was here on official KnightForce business, he was allowed to bring his vehicle onto the grounds.
Parking in the designated area, Damian and Raoul entered through the side door and were scanned for weapons by security. He showed his badge, informed the guard that Raoul was with him, and turned a corner. The clinic had that new smell, except it wasn't. Everything that could shine did. Some type of tile lined the floors; framed posters with health care tips brightened the beige walls. The air had a pure fragrance, as if deliberately sterilized to remove all signs of sickness or disinfectants. Background music, strings and horns, played just above a whisper to keep the place from being silent as staff purposely moved patients to various locations. Taking a deep breath, Damian relaxed, everyone in this place was wolf.
"Can I help you?" A male dressed in light blue jumpsuit asked.
Damian glanced at the tool bag in his hand before answering. "I'm looking for Anna Morgan."
"Her office is on the second floor. If you go to that desk there, they'll call her for you."
"Thanks." Damian and Raoul approached the desk.
A male nurse looked at him. "I've contacted Ms. Morgan; she’s in a meeting and asked me to contact Dr. Okla since she's handling those cases."
Damian nodded and moved away from the desk so he could get a better idea of this place.
" So are we still on for tonight? " Raoul asked.
" Yeah, where are we meeting them? Or are they coming to the house? " He'd given Raoul the green light to hook him up with the friend of the female he'd met at the detention center last night where they'd taken the four rogues for processing.
" Either way works. Might be nice to get out, go to a club, eat something and see what happens. Or we could just order in and hit it." He shrugged . "Just depends on how you want to start. For me, it'll end the same regardless ," Raoul said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Similar in height and build, Damian had no doubt the blond Romeo would continue his unassigned quest of bedding as many bitches as possible without committing to anything other than a thank you and a good time.
" Whatever you want to do is fine with me ," Damian said, having no preference as long as a willing female lay beneath him tonight.
" Cool."
"Mr. Farkas?"
Damian turned and stared down into the confident gaze of a
"I'll die with pack before I serve a human, Filch," the larger man ground out as Damian walked away.
" Die with pack.... Die with pack ..." Damian jerked awake in the dark, sweat rolled down his forehead as he searched the dark for the voices in his head. Heart racing, he leaned to the side and turned on a light. "What was that?" He tried to recall the dream and couldn't. However, an overwhelming amount of shame and guilt clung to his chest.
"What was that?" he asked again.
Chapter 3
With the sun high in the sky few shadows stretched across the road as Damian drove down the highway. Rested, he and Raoul headed to the clinic where Anna Morgan had quarantined the full-bloods. He turned onto the dirt road, checked his coordinates, and continued over bumpy terrain until the farmhouse rose in the distance. He wasn't sure what he expected, perhaps a cross between his contemporary house and farmhouses he'd seen on TV.
Alpha Bart prided himself on moving with the times and having cutting edge technology, so the large two-story structure, straight from the 1900's with a white columned porch and ornate double door entry, threw Damian. The whitewashed walls stood bold, pristine, even in the midst of surrounding trees and crops. With no formal road or address, those seeking sanctuary behind the walls of this place found it by scent and traveled by foot. Since he was here on official KnightForce business, he was allowed to bring his vehicle onto the grounds.
Parking in the designated area, Damian and Raoul entered through the side door and were scanned for weapons by security. He showed his badge, informed the guard that Raoul was with him, and turned a corner. The clinic had that new smell, except it wasn't. Everything that could shine did. Some type of tile lined the floors; framed posters with health care tips brightened the beige walls. The air had a pure fragrance, as if deliberately sterilized to remove all signs of sickness or disinfectants. Background music, strings and horns, played just above a whisper to keep the place from being silent as staff purposely moved patients to various locations. Taking a deep breath, Damian relaxed, everyone in this place was wolf.
"Can I help you?" A male dressed in light blue jumpsuit asked.
Damian glanced at the tool bag in his hand before answering. "I'm looking for Anna Morgan."
"Her office is on the second floor. If you go to that desk there, they'll call her for you."
"Thanks." Damian and Raoul approached the desk.
A male nurse looked at him. "I've contacted Ms. Morgan; she’s in a meeting and asked me to contact Dr. Okla since she's handling those cases."
Damian nodded and moved away from the desk so he could get a better idea of this place.
" So are we still on for tonight? " Raoul asked.
" Yeah, where are we meeting them? Or are they coming to the house? " He'd given Raoul the green light to hook him up with the friend of the female he'd met at the detention center last night where they'd taken the four rogues for processing.
" Either way works. Might be nice to get out, go to a club, eat something and see what happens. Or we could just order in and hit it." He shrugged . "Just depends on how you want to start. For me, it'll end the same regardless ," Raoul said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Similar in height and build, Damian had no doubt the blond Romeo would continue his unassigned quest of bedding as many bitches as possible without committing to anything other than a thank you and a good time.
" Whatever you want to do is fine with me ," Damian said, having no preference as long as a willing female lay beneath him tonight.
" Cool."
"Mr. Farkas?"
Damian turned and stared down into the confident gaze of a
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