-‹‹Oh my favorite, the pretty rose is blooming. ›› begins an old man with a repulsive look and a Persian gaze with a perverse touch, while putting his hand on Alexia's soft cheek, ‹‹Today you are mature enough, no. ››he continues in a playful tone without stopping himself from lowering his hand towards the soft shoulder of the blonde who only stops herself from crying while staring silently into space.

These two beings stand side by side in this strange dark and narrow room and while one prays for time to pass slowly to savor every moment, the other waits for death and prays for time to pass more quickly. However, their little moment of peace is interrupted by a loud creaking of the door which encourages the older of the two to look towards the exit of the room ... given the look with which he fixes this intruder in the room, his visit no doesn't seem to make him happy.

-‹‹ Michael , We have an emergency! ›› suddenly expresses himself in a panicked tone, the tall, breathless redhead who is struggling to stand while clinging to the door. His interlocutor sits up, breathing a long breath of annoyance then stares at him.

-‹‹ Oh nonsense! ›› snaps the old man with dark hair who wears a good number of small white locks due to age. He takes a few steps towards the redhead then continues, pointing at him with his index finger, 'Don't bother me in the presence of such a pretty girl. ›› He demands in a flattering tone towards the one he desires. He smiles once these words are said and turns to the chained young woman, he first thinks he sees a delighted smile coming from her, but just clenches his jaw when he sees her hands shaking with a tetanized look that she poses on a fixed point straight in front of her. Michael gets angry and thinks of going to the paralyzed blonde's right to supposedly reassure her without knowing that on her side, she is just longing for an angel fall from heaven to save her. However, this same man does not have the opportunity to get to the level of his target since he is approached again.

-‹‹ Michael , this is serious! I think we've been spotted by the werewolves. ›› asserts the young Apollo with long red hair, he keeps his lips parted at the end of these words and panics even more at the idea of ​​not being taken seriously by his leader.

-<< What ? >> Michael shouts sharply with his fists clenched, he hurries quickly towards his nephew and shouts at him again,<< That's where you should have started Dumb ! ›› Following these words expressed curtly while slapping his nephew, he starts pacing without being silent, ‹‹ Quick! On the run. ›› He orders a warning signal which will follow a large number of warnings. Just after, the two men leave the room with accelerated steps and think of closing the hidden room well after their passage so as not to leave a trace, of clues to the intruders.

Naively and with determination, the two men run up the stairs that lead out of the large cellar of this house, they arrive at the end of these stairs in the little light that there is and therefore do not notice the silhouettes watching over them.

-<<Michael, I don't have a voucher.>> tries the young man to warn his uncle without really succeeding given the dark look that his superior gives him,<< At least I would have tried.>> he thinks secretly with his gaze lowered. Unexpectedly, he hears a cry of pain which prompts him to look up... the next second, he sees his uncle getting punched in the stomach and the next second, the charming redhead drops to the ground when he sees sharp, long claws protruding from his uncle's back who has then had his stomach stabbed by one of the intruders.

-<< Not....Alexia. >> the elderly man just says last with gasps and blood pouring from his lips he coughs up blood three times putting his hands on the blood pouring from his abdomen before giving interest to the masculine and unknown silhouette in front of him which is gradually putting an end to his life.

Following this, Michael waits for this werewolf to tear off his claws and inflict a fatal blow on him, except that without expecting it, he instead sees another male figure show up and advance step by step towards them. Once at the level of the werewolf in human form, with beautiful green eyes, the second figure puts its hand on the shoulder of the first intruder.

-<< Finish it . >> orders in an icy tone, the young man who becomes easier to distinguish once closer to the lighting. After this order, the blond with green eyes obeys and yanks his claws off his prey, << In one stroke full of finesse, not bad the new one. ››the same man compliments him just after with a smile before looking at the young nephew sol who is trembling with fear in front of the inanimate body of his uncle ‹‹You! ›› dryly exclaims the gravelly voice of this charming brunette with hazel eyes, ‹‹ You had better shut up and not tell anyone of our presence! ››he warns him in advance in a threatening tone. at these words, his interlocutor hurries to nod up and down, while the other werewolf present on these stairs, decides to drag the body of the hunter elsewhere, out of sight...

- ‹‹ Follow me. ›› orders the dark-haired young man in a very authoritarian and severe tone which encourages the human in front of him to obey without argument. Once certain he has the hunter's obedience and submission, the alpha rekindles his interest in one of his pack members to work out some details, 'Jayden.' he weakly calls out to him to avoid giving clues about their presence to anyone who would interfere with their plan,<< You warn me if ever things get out of hand. For my part, I am going to free the prisoners. ›› he puts forward his intentions to his interlocutor who merely responds with a nod as a simple sign of approval. As soon as that is said, the alpha decides to go down to the cellar with his hostage who will be useful to him, while his comrade in the infiltration goes to dispose of the body elsewhere.

Step by step, the two young men go down the stairs until they reach this cellar in which the same steel doors are present and keep innocent people hostage.

Once in the center of the corridor, the alpha allows himself to hold the human by the collar before ordering him, ‹‹Open all the cells immediately. ››

Obviously, in such a situation, the simple earthling decides to take action without praying according to the orders of the alpha to keep his life. While the redhead hurries as hard as he can to try to unlock quite a few doors before removing the chains from the victims, the alpha suddenly smells a delicious and fresh smell that has the gift to capsize it. Instinctively, the latter seeks the exact source of the smell and the latter brings him to a wall and he tries to get involved as long as he forgets the existence of the human, for a few seconds.

Disturbed to smell an odor coming from the other side of a wall, he begins to doubt his senses... without restraining himself from advancing towards this wall. Once in front of it, the alpha places his hand on it and clenches his jaw, convinced that a special smell is given off by this wall which nevertheless...is only a wall,‹‹ Is it ... some sort of confusing secret passage? ›› he asks himself, trying to understand the source of this sweet perfume that does not leave him indifferent.

-‹‹A...Aaa-alpha. ›› stuttering formula, the trembling voice of the redhead who brings him out of his thoughts, ‹‹they are the only ones in this cellar. ›› he informs him with his head down as his interlocutor advances towards the prisoners who seem weak and in a very poor state of health.

-<< Manage yourself to make a diversion.>> he demands to the human in front of him who opens his eyes wide at the idea of ​​having to fool his people to save himself, << History that I can scare them away . ›› resumes the young man with hazel eyes who wears a sadistic gleam towards the hunter, while helping one of the prisoners to advance since he is in a very pitiful state...like all the present here.

-‹‹ Right away. ›› yields the hunter to the command in a firmer voice before striding away from the cave to put the werewolf's words into action.

After that, the alpha in turn rushes out of this house in the company of six people as well as the new member of his pack named Jayden. together, they manage to force the six cloistered prisoners to escape, then they circulate in the dark, far from the lit houses so as not to be spotted.

-‹‹Like what, we did well to go through this. ›› says Jayden with enthusiasm and pride at having lifted people out of the pain they were in.

-‹‹ Let's not cry victory too quickly. >> weakly recommends the alpha to him, advancing at the same pace as the man he is helping to advance, << There are only two of us and there are still many missing, we only have six. Although this is a good start, we still have to hurry, let's not forget that hunters change territory very often to avoid being spotted. ›› he continues his answer with his gaze on the other people around them to make sure they can all keep up and aren't too exhausted.

-‹‹ I totally agree. ›› Jayden categorically approves of what his superior has said before making sure that the hunters haven't spotted them. Once certain of having the field clear, he relaxes without letting go of his mission,‹‹ Let's press on, let's press on, let's press! not. ›› Jayden sings to forget the pain he feels carrying the body of a man who is still bigger than him, but who has a sprained ankle so cannot move forward.

With determination and good faith, the eight werewolves leave the territory of the hunters in order to join theirs with a slightly clearer conscience and the certainty of already having one less home in which to infiltrate soon. What the two young saviors do not know, however, is that in this residence in question, in the same cellar through which they passed earlier, behind the same wall which had challenged the alpha so much... is Alexia locked up, she who had heard the voices of the males discussing the rescue of the prisoners. With the certainty of not having to hope, but of having the right to believe in it, she let herself be reassured by the good virile perfume carrying a protective touch, but... This ounce of hope was there in vain , since little by little, she heard all the cells open one after the other .. with the exception of her own.

Since the passage of the two intruders, a long, sinister and frightening silence has again settled in the cellar and even more than daily according to Alexia, because she finds herself alone. With tears in her eyes, she stares for a long time at the chains that keep her in this room and a sob escapes her lips when the idea of ​​never being saved comes to her mind. Locked away in this place since she was thirteen, content to feed on the food brought to her and hear the disgusting voice of the mischievous and deceased Michael who told her of the plans he had for them from them once she would be older. In the long run, she ended up forgetting the look of the outside and the effect of having wind in her hair, she only remembers the fact that she is submissive and that she must consider the male as a superior or otherwise, Mickael would hit her, constantly repeating that his own principles keep him from touching her before she comes of age, but that they wouldn't hold back from hitting her regardless of her age.

-<< What a miserable existence. >> the young woman is content to think sincerely about the passage of several dark ideas in her mind. Alexia lays her head gently on her bed then stares at the floor hoping death will finally come to her so she can rest.

L'as de Coeur.