“No, I will not, but I will dismantle him for harming our girl.”
Mason disrobed completely before opening the cell door and entered. He rotated his neck, rolled his shoulders, and commanded the inmate to rise. He threw the keys to the shackles, then forcefully closed the cell door and notified the guard present.
“Do not open this door under any circumstances until I am present.” His intent was unmistakable; Lark would maintain complete control and could potentially act unpredictably.
The man acknowledged him with a nod and secured the cell, appearing to comprehend the situation effortlessly; he was aware of the individual on the floor and recognised that they had already inflicted severe injuries upon him due to an assault on Daisy. It was evident that he was aware the man had harmed her once more. He retreated and leaned against the wall, appearing to desire observation.
Lark transformed him into his sizable black wolf. All present were aware of his lineage, recognising that he was indeed stronger than Caelan and could incapacitate him if he chose to do so. He had only truly incapacitated his friend on one occasion, although he had struck him in the face numerous times; nonetheless, Caelan had accepted it with equanimity. MASON contemplated whether Caelan recognised his entitlement to the outcome or if he understood his improbability of triumphing in a direct combat to the death.
John did not transition into Wesson; Lark was indifferent. Rushed forward to assault him, biting and clawing until he lay on the floor, a bloody, mutilated wreck, still breathing and conscious but incapacitated and unable to rise. Lark circled the cell for several minutes, growling at the man, before ultimately reverting them back.
Mason gazed down at the individual on the floor; was he truly a man? No, he was the most despicable scoundrel on which they stood.
He placed a foot on the man’s face and turned him over to compel him to look up, stating, “I will return once you have recovered.” “This is how it will proceed,” he stated, squatting directly in front of him. “Until she grants permission to eliminate you.” You are our new chew toy.
Observed the man comprehend the extent of his impending suffering. John was correct. Daisy was highly improbable to grant her consent for his demise, thus this marked the conclusion of his existence for the remainder of his life. To be subjected to dismemberment by him and presumably Caelan, on a daily or bi-daily basis. Contingent upon the speed of his recovery sufficient to endure additional punishment.
Mason stood and declared, “Now who is laughing?” He glared at the man before proceeding towards the cell door. The guard released him and secured the door by closing and locking it. He remained silent, understanding it was prudent to refrain from interfering in Alpha Unit affairs. He observed the entire unit enter with that individual and unceremoniously deposit him on the floor. No visitors are permitted except for the Alpha and the Unit. Mason rose and cleansed himself, removing all traces of the filthy individuals’ blood, dried himself, and ensured there was no blood remaining on his person. He wished to prevent Daisy from awakening and becoming anxious about this despicable man; if she detected her father’s blood on him, she undoubtedly would be.
Observed Maurice at the nursing station adjacent to Luna’s medical suite. Mason remained perplexed as to why the man had placed her there on both occasions, having tended to her injuries in the Luna’s suite previously and now positioning her there for recovery. I received the update that he had removed the breathing tube and Daisy was independently breathing, which had occurred only a few minutes prior. Appeared content regarding it.
Mason was on the verge of entering the suite when Maurice called out “Beta,” capturing his attention. “I prefer not to be routinely treating that young lady.”
“It is to be hoped that you will not be.” I have positioned the adversary precisely as I desire.
“Good,” Maurice nodded. “You may not wish to disturb them.” He then smirked unexpectedly at Mason.
Mason, now exceedingly curious, pushed the door open and, lo and behold. His Alpha was kissing Daisy, not merely in a manner typical of other she-wolves, but with a blend of roughness and dominance, asserting his desires.
Mason shut the door and positioned himself just inside the room, observing with keen curiosity. It was a captivating spectacle, given his awareness of Caelan’s innermost thoughts regarding physical contact with the woman. Nevertheless, he was present, with one hand in Daisy’s hair and one arm tenderly encircling her. His mouth synchronised languidly with hers, his eyes shut, as he embraced her body with remarkable tenderness.
