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Roy was driving back to his pack when he noticed something ahead. He drove closer and realized that it was a fallen tree. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, wondering how it got there, because it wasn’t there when he and Alan drove past earlier.
“How did this get here?” he murmured, bringing his car to a halt.
Something wasn’t right, he could feel it. He climbed out of his car and looked at his surrounding. Nothing seemed out of place, besides the fallen tree, so why does he feel like something or rather someone was staring at him. Maybe he was overreacting, he concluded, reaching for his phone. There was no call or text from his uncle.
‘I just hope he’s okay' he mentally said, returning his phone to his back pocket.
He looked around one last time and decided that it was time to leave. Just as he was about to open the door to his car, someone smashed his head into the window of the car, making his vision go blurry for a moment. He shook his head repeatedly to clear his vision. When he could see again, he didn’t hesitate to throw a punch at whoever it was that attacked him from behind. He recognized the person to be a member of Hugh’s pack.
Roy, in that instant knew he shouldn’t have left his uncle alone with that bastard. He knew Hugh had something up his sleeves. He kicked his attacker continuously on the stomach, wishing he could kill him on the spot, but he wouldn’t, since he wasn’t as heartless as Hugh.
Roy quit his assault when he noticed that his victim was spitting out blood and slowly losing consciousness. How low of Hugh, to send one of his warriors after him. What was he thinking? He must say, that was an insane decision, considering he was an alpha.
He began walking back towards his car, with the intention of driving back to the white moon pack when he heard a growl behind him. Turning around slowly, he saw not just one, but three werewolves glaring at him.
“Great” he muttered, glaring back at them.
One of the werewolves lunged towards him, biting his leg the minute he got to him. Roy let out a groan and began punching the head of the wolf so it would let go of his leg, but it wouldn’t budge. He continued, in hopes that it would remove its fangs from his leg as he could already feel his skin tearing apart from how deep the wolf’s teeth was in his flesh.
After several punches, the wolf eventually gave in, stumbling backwards with a whimper. Roy was barely able to stand because of the current pain he was in, but he refused to show it. He was about shifting so he could fight better, when he felt a stab on his back and then another, causing his body to instantly grow weak. He attempted to shift again but couldn’t. There was only one answer to that, so he turned around to see who had stabbed him and wasn’t surprised when he saw Donald staring at him with a smirk on his face, as his body went limp.
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Kimberly couldn’t help but feel uneasy. The pain in her chest wasn’t going away, making it difficult for her to breathe properly as the minutes went by. She had tried taking her thoughts off every negative scenarios and possibilities by wearing one of Roy’s white long sleeve button down shirt and laying on his bed, comforting herself with his scent, but the pain still didn’t go away, rather it kept getting worse.
She couldn’t take the pain any longer, and staying confined in Roy’s bedroom was getting her more frustrated. She needed to know if Roy was alright, so she got out of bed and exited the bedroom, heading for the front door. The cold air hit her skin the moment she opened the front door, sending shivers all over her body.
“Luna!” she heard someone gasp
Turning her attention towards the source of the voice, she noticed a blonde guy staring at her with wide eyes.
“When is Roy coming back?” she quickly asked with panic in her voice.
Rather than give her answers, the stranger had a blush on his face, looking anywhere but her, making her confused.
“Um. L-luna, your clothes” he stuttered and she finally realized why he was acting weird, it was now her turn to blush.
Unknown to Kimberly, she had ran out of the house wearing only Roy’s shirt, in her eagerness to know about his whereabouts.
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