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Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

She watched as Jake took out a photo from his bag and passed it to her. Her brows furrowed immediately. It was a picture of a guy, he looked like he was in his early twenties. He looked way too familiar but she couldn’t remember where she had seen him before. “Who’s he?” She questioned. “It’s unfortunate you don’t recognize him.” Kira clicked her tongue. “He’s Danny.” Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “Danny? Oh my God! Where is he now? Did anything happen to him?” Kira smirked. “Not yet.”

He smirks as he disappears. “Oh, you will know how much of a real man he is soon enough.” Danny says as he walks away and grabs a woman who screams. I struggle against my restraints as Dane appears. He is huge, buzzed hair cut, with grey eyes. He is packed with muscles he is bulky. Every step he takes is with purpose. He is dangerous. But he is stupid. All that muscle and nothing in his head. “Angel Moretti. It is so nice to finally meet you. We are going to have so much fun together.” I snort on a laugh.

"I'm sorry, Sir. You look like a decent gentleman, but he doesn't entertain strays." Then the doors swung open, and the scent hit me - musky, beneath cheap cologne. Werewolf. Danny's bulk filled the archway, sleeves straining over biceps tattooed with old pack sigils. His eyes widened, whiskey-brown flickering wolf-gold for a heartbeat. "Alph... Mr. Farrow?" The hostess paled. Danny didn't look at her. Just gripped my shoulder, calluses digging in. Familiar. A remnant. "Mr. Farrow! They said you were rotting in some cell! How did you get out?!"

Seeing Victor shooting daggers at her, she swallowed hard but gathered the courage to look at Danny. The moment she saw Danny, she felt like her heart had stopped. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying and losing composure. Danny’s condition seemed very serious. He had several lacerations on his face. His hair remained disheveled and wet, and he had not yet cleaned off the dirt on his face. Several doctors were examining his limbs, likely to check for dislocation. A nurse was cleaning his mouth with a cotton swab. Danny’s mouth looked bloodless and extremely pale. He looked very pitiful.

“Danny? What’s wrong?” He held up a finger, and then gestured towards his head. I knew that meant that he was receiving a mind-link. “F&ck,” he said after a minute. His posture changed. He looked worried. Then he began looking around. “Danny?” “Do you have any clothes or pictures laying out?” “My clothes are in the closet, and I haven’t put up any pictures,” I responded, confused. “Why?” “Good, good. That makes sense. Where are the pictures now?”

Nerthus Arawn slowly opens the wrapped paper slung around the gift, making my heartbeat pick up its pace, the air in my lungs diminishing. I watch him silently as he opens it fully, clasping the frame with both his hands as he studies it. “Aaaaaaw!” Danny shouts, getting me to tear my eyes away from Arawn still staring at my gift. “Is this us in Coney Island?” I nod, my eyes jumping between an absent Arawn and an excited Danny. “Yeah, I had my favorite photo we took enlarged a little bit and framed. So, we could all have a nice souvenir of the day. I thought-”

"Or shower. Her hairs always kind of a mess so maybe..." "Bye, Dan, thanks again." "No problem, that's what friends are for." Danny waved his hand. "Back to this photo thing. I still don't think you're being honest. You must be getting something out of this other than a grade." "Maybe," he admitted. "I'll tell you if you promise to lay off the sister cracks." "Promise, no more wondering if your sister has a body or if she's a stick figure." "I plan on being in a few of the pics myself."

She felt the picture was clicked closely. "I do not think so. If you're not wearing your mask, one of your admirers might have taken a picture of you, but with the mask on, you're barely recognizable," Danny said from behind and hit the pad with the hammer, instantly the puck touched the bell. "Yikes!" Danny exclaimed. Bethany and Danny turned behind and saw jumping Danny. Bethany rolled her eyes and said, "We haven't seen you. It can not be counted." "Shut up," Danny retorted.

he said and finds a seat around the place. Danny walks into his room. He is quite happy, 'at least I would have a great day,' he retorted and quickly walked into the shower. He switched on the shower and in no time, his body is filled with water. After a thorough watch, he quickly dry his body and walk out of the bathroom. He robbed his body with a cream and have a beautiful blue shirt with an awesome trousers. He wears a black shoe. Immediately he is done, he walks out of his room with his face all lit.