Chapter 4 (Fifth Part)

Leroy smiles with all his teeth when he crosses Justin’s annoyed look and shrugs. Thank you for the advice Justin, it’s true that the experience is important, too bad you left it for the ...childish? " announces Leroy proudly while challenging him with the look.

Justin takes a light breath and walks towards the building where Leroy is. "Well done Desmond, end Leroy. However, if you think that it is with a bunch of underprivileged that you will beat the powerful Acraf, I think you have seen too big with three times nothing."

He laughs at his audacity.

Leroy stands up slightly and steps back, he seems destabilized and slowly looks away at Justin, who smiles proudly at his remark.

"Thank you, Justin, for reminding me." He utters a loud scream.

Justin and his entourage slightly step back while staring at Leroy, they hear other howls add to his howl and this worries them even more because they come from no werewolves present near them.

Powerful and perfectly synchronized footsteps appear on each side of the field to leave a view on a very large number of armed men and women.

Justin clenches his jaw recognizing his own weapons in the enemy’s possession, he turns to the only guard still available and casts the darkest possible glance at him.

"It is to Desmond that you have entrusted the custody ... of the weapons! " she soberly deduced while advancing dangerously towards her nephew.

Ernest displays a forced smile, then hurries to look at Rosyne; "Wolf! Finish me quick before he finds out that Desmond has also decided where each guard should be lately. Ha! That explains why Verma disappeared. Did he eat them? " he sincerely asks while packing lashes too much.

Justin throws himself at his nephew to hit him while the concerned cry of pain and tries to push him away. The three officials on the ground are replaced by an armed werewolves, then head to the same building where their alpha is located.

Leroy remains silent and watches attentively the exchange established by precisely chosen werewolves. Seventy-two recluses left to be traded by seventy-two armed werewolves. If all goes well, the rest will lead them to safety and this land will remain surrounded by my pack," Leroy thinks inwardly, standing straight.

His right ear goes up when he hears noises of not approaching, he turns and recognizes three of his men.

The most covered of them take off their balaclava and already smile at his alpha. Leroy notices him and looks up at the sky of exasperation. He lets the other two approach the weapons on land, then arm themselves.

"Passes." asked Leroy, reaching out to Gordon.

His interlocutor wisely handed it to him. Lenore shakes slightly during this exchange and breathes with difficulty, Leroy notices it and squeezes his jaw when he finds that it is stained with blood. "Gordon, her." he announces with concern,

he looks up at his acolyte and freezes when he sees that his friend seems weakened and sounded. "No. "He whispers. Immediately, Gordon collapses to the ground.

" Oh boy! I didn’t pay enough attention to this beginner. When could he have been bled?" asks Leroy internally.

"The moon is very beautiful tonight, the full moon is approaching, no." denotes Andrew looking up at the moon." Leroy, are you wearing your moonstones?" He asks while turning to his alpha, unlike his teammate who remains professional and follows the plan to arm himself with weapons on the ground.

Do what you need to do, and I'll do what I have to do.." Leroy bashes the subject by making sure Lenore isn’t hurt either.

Suddenly, screams are heard and shots are tangled in second, Leroy understands that hunters would rather die fighting than abandon stupidly. Andrew and Rosyne move into position.

"The code." Andrew mutters when he picks up six shurikens in the shape of werewolf claws. He and Rosyne look at each other, then howl loudly, prompting the werewolves to pull away in two opposite directions. "Fire!" thinks Andrew from his first launch of a weapon that hits some hunters and makes them howl loudly in pain.