Wildon POV 12
I watched as Declan tried to restrain the boy all hopped up on drugs, forcing him to the ground and twisting his arms behind his back. He had escaped two hours ago and we finally had him in our grasp. I moved forward to hand him a pair of handcuffs lined with wolfsbane when the boy hit him in the face with the back of his head and jumped to his feet. He slashed Declan across the chest and gave him a heavy uppercut. Declan staggered for a bit then he was out cold. Damn, how was he able to do that? Shouldn’t he be unable to move!? The boy was Aerden Rothsworth, eighteen years old and already six-foot. Gina was his mother and she would have been very worried if she knew he had escaped. Aerden growled at me from a distance then approached with speed. His agility resembled that of a rogue and
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