Chapter Thirty-Eight. Melt Down.
The fierce, angry roar shook the walls of the building of the small wooden building. Sergio paced the floor, his nails elongated, scratching at his own face in anger.
“HOW THE f**k DID THIS HAPPEN!” he bellowed, this hot rage bubbling in his veins.
“YOU f*****g IDIOTS!” he continued to rant, and scratch his face.
The warriors who delivered the news stood back, fear clenching in their stomachs. Some one was going to pay for the asset being rescued, maybe be more than just one, and they wanted to make themselves as far away from Sergie as possible. All of them ready and waiting to push their comrades in front of themselves in an attempt to ensure their survival. There was no love lost between the human and werewolf criminals who made up the majority o
