Stephen saw the look in Iris' eyes, the one that said she knew what was going to happen to her if he left. She would be hurt to say the least. "No," He gave Belle to her mother and charged back. He was going to get the bad man for Belle. For Iris too.
Running on all fours, Stephen had his eyes set on new prey, Jackson. The stumbling baboon with a sword. This would be easy. Jackson had a stupid smirk on his drunken face, "Come on puppy, I want you to get me." He slurred spinning the sword around like it was a machete and he was in a forest. The beast pounced onto the hunter, who was too intoxicated to register that the wolf had knocked his sword out of his hand. Jackson swung a sword that wasn't there, expecting a whimper but instead got a howl and set of jaws crunching into his shoulder.



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