Hurried panicked footsteps were dragging along the concrete floor and I paused as I observed everything while my lame bodyguard was urging me to move.

“Come on. What are you gawking there for?” his deep gruff voice said, “They’re going to kill you and you're just going to stand there?”

Tsk this werewolf. He was just in a sour mood but when my life is now on the verge of danger, he’s out here worrying.

“Oh, that's a fair trade. I would rather get captured by them than endure your presence.” I said sarcastically.

He breathes deeply, obviously tired of my tactics and having to put up with my bullsh*t....