Chapter thirty-five:

TALON’s POV “Now that's having me. And I don't think you’re prepared to have me, just a little play and you made so much noise. Pathetic.” I scoffed. “Who…who…who the hell is he?” The other one with yellowish teeth stuttered, his voice almost a whisper and he moved back with the others, with great fear in his eyes. I chuckled at this, relishing the moment. Earlier, they had been feeling smug and untouchable, the tables turned now. “Ma…ma…marion. You were saying something, who…who…who—” One of them fell to the ground, unable to continue his words, as he had a heart attack, obviously from being scared. “Shit!! Kay!! Take him to the doctor.” Marion yelled. “Don't touch him. If he is to die, then let him do it.” I let out coldly. “Please I beg on their behalf, this won't happen again.” Marion begged, on his knees. He was a good man, these men didn't deserve this. But at the end, the pack wasn't mine yet. I knew Dalton would report me to the general pack council for trespassing in his pack,