Bin Roye Ansoo Novels & Stories

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Kelly came out of the darkness, a taunting smile on his thin lips. "How could I ever let that happen? This title and this pack belong to me now and I can't just let anyone put a claim on it. Not anymore!" Kelly said arrogantly. "See that grandfather, even if you wanted to, someone else wasn't ready to let go of it," Ashton said as he looked at Kelly. His lips were hooked up into an arc and no one could tell whether he was smiling or not. But his eyes were so cold that everyone felt a shiver travel down their spine.

I just about managed to whisper. "Ah. They would be with me. Connor and Anna. Brother and sister who will do anything for a bit of money," Jonah laughed. Link kissed the top of my head and then placed my gently on the floor, I couldn't see what he was doing because my vision was blurred from the tears, but I heard the strangled sound which left Jonah's throat and the sinister words which came from my brother.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.