I ran like hell through the woods, in the direction that they had taken Neffi. I had no idea where my pack was, nor did I care in that moment. All that mattered was finding Neffi and killing the bastard that took her. Other weres attempted to stop me, but I was too strong for them. It was just like that feeling I had when we were set up and I had to kill all those people. Sure I may feel bad about it later, but at that moment I didn’t care. Those bastards had stolen something from me, and I wanted her back.
A few minutes later, I came to a clearing. A man with spiky hair and black eyes was standing in the middle, with Neffi in front of him. His claws were out and one of them was pressed hard against Neffi’s throat, while his other hand was wrapped around her waist. I recognized the man im
