Creed’s PoV.
I arrived at work with an impending headache and a foul temper, courtesy of my lack of sleep. Cora would argue that I was always in a pissed mood regardless of how much sleep I got. I begged to differ.
My eyes narrowed and I watched my men practically drag the now feral werewolf out of the building and into the medical vans that were waiting a few feet away.
There were a couple more of them inside what is supposed to be a really popular restaurant and my men were trying to do the same thing, moving them out and into the medical vans.
I heard grunts, growls, cursing. Some of them weren’t in the same state the first set were, most of them were still in their human form as they bucked against the right grips of my men, some of there were mostly comprise and just lay limply
