Chapter 23: Stupid Courage

The man's eyes were sparkling hungry for things. His words were vulgar worse than a pirate's mouth. His body swayed obviously a little drunk while the bulge between his legs couldn't go unnoticed. He didn't see Xavier, or even if he did he thought he was one of the other guards who made it before he did.

"Lucky baster she even went still?" He questioned ironically as he fixed his falling pants "the bitch kept killing every man that touched her, now she went still between his arms" he criticized strongly objecting towards her unfair treatment.

The girl as soon as she saw him she knew her time was up and she needed to go back as soon as possible or punishment will be her only ending. She twisted her body and trenched between Xavier's arms desperately trying to escape and prevent consequences that she will only be the one who will be paying for. She tried hard and far yet she couldn't move an inch no matter how many time she hit and bit. The guard took some steps towards her hurriedly wanting to jump into the fun without missing time his clumsy steps and desperate movement were disgusting enough to gag, yet he didn't stop "don't mind if I share a bit?" he asked politely, smirking from ear to ear. He also was about to say some more when other men wearing the same type of clothes came from behind the trees laughing at something between themselves.

"Hi man you still alive?" the man at the left asked giggling as he caught the figure of his drunk friend.

"It seems he is! Dame it I lost" he cursed hitting a rock with his leg sending it flying. At his words the waves of laughter hit the chores again as some bent down to roar and others held the trees beside them.

A shorter one of that group declared "it seems, not just you, why isn't he dead I lost too you should have died already" he called angry spiting salvia right and left. They appeared to cruse their luck as they failed the gambling bet between themselves, angry for the lost money while others counted their wins.

In total there were ten to eleven bulge men one after another they came after the drunk one. They were all wearing some kind of uniform, plain grey with some black lines. They looked pathetic and filthy form head to toes with mud, food and drinking stains. Some were unable to walk; fainting at their buddies' shoulders while others stayed sobers. Especially their leader, the man who came the last and the one who sensed Xavier's presence. His hands went quickly to hold the gun by his waist, pulling the trigger silently in away to not alarm him. His movement were discreet as he hid behind his men as possible as he can covering himself with their noises and ridicules conversations. He set there waiting for the right moment to strike and reveal himself.

By that time the drunk man was already in front of the couple, happily swaying in both sides while he made his mouth in front in a kissing gesture; confidentially showing his talents. Turning back still laughing making banging move with his hips in a show off dance bringing a roar of laughing from the rest. He was executing his confident self that was boosted by the licker he drunk and kept drinking, raised by the encouraging words from the back.

However his temporary courage that he stupidly grew, opened the gates of the devil's wrath. All this time no matter how close he was for losing control in a way he managed to hold himself back and reign his leaches. But this time isn't like the rest, the moment his eyes laid on the lustful gases something went loose inside of his head. Like a wire getting cut after an extent usage; the streams of madness broke under the immense pressure that boiled like a hundred degree water. But what pushed the last screw was when the drunker pulled his hand up in his mate's way trying to pull her to his embrace.

"Come on mate, you finished right? Don't mind me jumping in, you see I'm a coffin dodger that need to take his time as soon as possible, beside my little snake down there isn't the patient type at all." He announced proudly with a cynical words.

But by the time he was mid-way to hold her hand, a stream of blood exploded covering the couple from head to toes. The drunker took some time to understand the coming pain, as he pulled what was left of his arm to check; to believe only when the fountain of red hit his face harder. The girl flinched by the flying limb, even though she was shielded there were some that had reached her delicate feature.

Xavier become a raging monster who only saw red. His features changed as the black veins spread on allover his body, his eyes intensified to red along with a network off lines surrounding his irises. He stood there bent down ready to kill and ready to destroy. His emotions going wild, especially that he had found his mate recently. In fact, in werewolves' traditions, male wolves mustn't be provoked at that highlight moment, as they are mostly unstable in all aspects. For such reason different rules were set to insure the safety of the pack; one of that rules is to isolate the couple immediately or in other word to get the two party way from any male or female until they get marked and the urge to subside.