Hideaway Strath the immaculate conception

The Fearghal couple have the woman pinned and locked beneath their collective grasps. He misses his mark at her thigh but instead grasps her ankle in the lock of his teeth. Which is plenty fine and good, the coywolf thinks. He can do enough damage. Make it so she can never walk again. Arturo is not a fighter …but he cannot deny that there is a certain thrill to exerting his power by physicality. It could almost be addicting, he thinks. He seeks to tighten the grip of his teeth upon bone, Arturo seeks to break her ankle as she writhes, trying, desperately to get free of the gangster couple that hold her prisoner. Arturo’s generosity had long since been worn out by wolves like the stranger and he had no mercy left in his soul to give. It had been bleed out of him, siphoned until the word mercy lost all meaning and sense. Teekon Wilds would know, now, what happened when they fucked with Teaghlaigh …and that, above all else, is the only reason he would let her live. To spread the word, to act as example of what horrors Teaghlaigh was willing to inflict upon those ignorant enough to cross them.

A quick death was too much of a kindness, anyhow; and Ceannasach was understandably feeling far from kind. The trespasser sees Lotte as more of the threat, lashing out at her and it stirs Ceannasach’s wrath. In truth, the trespasser is likely right to pinpoint Lotte as more of a threat and it provides Arturo with ample opportunity to strike; but Lotte is his wife and he would kill anything that deigns to hurt her. “Enough!” The gangster commands. “Cease your fighting or you will lose your life.” Ceannasach demands of the trespasser because he has new purpose for her; but if she does not cooperate he will not lose sleep over her death.