The surgeon was quick, ducking through the chaos, the jaguar luckily more concerned about the swarm of wolves, than it was about him. Nevertheless, she was happy to see him come back in one piece, as he dragged the oxygen tank over to her.
"You smoke?" Amara said bluntly and the surgeon, Fred, hesitated, looking slightly sheepish.
"Only on the odd occasion" he admitted guiltily, and Amara's eyes lit up.
"Excellent" she breathed.
Damien was growing tired fast. This bloody jaguar was fast and a hell of a fighter. Lucifer was growing angrier by the second and Damien gave him control, knowing that their energy reserves were slowly depleting. Lucifer snarled, taking in the wolves who were injured and limping, yet still up and fighting. He'd seen Amara take down Cindy, who was sleeping nak
