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"Got you now, bitch!" Not-so-lanky barked, squeezing her hands to his sweaty armpit and pressing his arm hard to keep her from withdrawing her arms, he grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed so hard, a loud cry tore from her lips

She began screaming for help as loud as she could, twisting her body away from their seeking evil hands. She got only a few seconds of the scream before Lanky slapped his palm to her mouth, effectively shutting her up.

Using his free hand, he withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket and managed to tie it around her mouth. "This will definitely shut you up more." His voice was breathless from all her struggles.

"How are we gonna go about this?" Not-so-lanky asked his friend.

"I'll go first since you're holding her arms and legs captive. Lay her down on the floor. In a few minutes, she'll be wiped out and sexy for us anyway, but until then, I can't wait," He was already unbuckling his pants as he said so.

There's definitely some kind of substance in this handkerchief pressed to her lips, Ismena thought dreadfully. Already she's starting to feel more... relaxed than before.

She still struggled as best as she could as Not-so-lanky laid her out on the floor of the bathroom, still holding the vital parts of her body captive.

All of a sudden she heard the door burst open.

For a moment, she thought she was hearing things—has to be, after all, she heard them lock the door—but as she managed to pull herself a little bit to the side and looked...

A man stood at the door. No, not 'stood'. Hefilledthe door. Is that even a man?

He was huge. Not in a fat-way kind of huge but in an I-kill-people-and-eat-their-bones-for-breakfast kind of huge. An unsmiling very handsome face—if her drunken eyes are telling her the truth—muscular like a bodybuilder, black hair, and arms like a tree trunk.

He-aven-ly bra!

The only thing screaming I'm 'out-of-place-here!' is the black suit he was wearing—it just doesn't belong. It looks like it's trying to 'tame' him, and failing miserably for that matter. The man put the 'R' in Scary.

"Who the fuck a-are you!?" Lanky's voice trembled.

Oh yeah, it isn't her drunken state, alright. The man is indeed scary for him to affect her attackers this way.

When he spoke, it was the deepest and most authoritative voice she has ever heard."Get away from the female. I do not want to be here, so do not waste my time."

CHAPTER 5. DRUNK FEMALE. UNWILLING MALE.

Wolfariane Daminor Throne wanted nothing more than to ignore the woman when these men had followed her to the bathroom because he does not give a damn about her specie, but when he'd heard her scream, his wolf and cougar had woken at the same time in alert, and bared their teeth.

They've agreed long ago that they hated non-changelings. So, why was she able to wake him?

He'd tried to ignore it anyway, but his sensitive hearing suddenly became more attuned to the sounds coming from the bathroom of the restroom than loud music of the club. He heard her muffled screams, even the almost soundless movements of her struggles. The wolf became more restless, which in turn, made him restless.

Now, he walked through the door he'd just broken its lock in one push and closed it behind him, peering at the weasels that held the girl.

"Leave us to our fun, man. We found her first." The one pinning her down said bravely to him. Swallowed tightly, he added hopefully, "You can go after us if you want a piece of her too."

Her rescuer wasnotimpressed, Ismena snorted. The scorn that edged the huge man's face at Not-so-lanky's words would have been funny if she wasn’t the person in danger.

"Get away from her, and spare me some time I do not have." Rescuer scowled harder. A man who doesn't like repeating himself, obviously.

Anger replaced lust in Lanky's face, "Just who do you think you are to just walk in here and—"

Rescuer bent down, picked him up with one hand—dick hanging out and all—and threw him away.

There was no other word for it. He just picked him up like a spoon and threw him across the room as effortlessly as a person will throw a spoon to the dishwasher. Lanky crashed on the toilet seat.

Ismena's jaws went slack. Her jaw wasn't the only one hanging out, but that of Not-so-lanky's too. Even his eyes were popping out of his sockets.

But, the man's next move showed how senseless he is. Instead of running away, he let go of her, pulled out a knife from his pocket and attacked her rescuer with his war-cry splitting in the air.

The fight broke out.

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