Otatso Wetlands Break free and leave us in ruins

Fucking bitch... The thought wasn't directed to anyone in particular, but it came out a desperate snarl as Mahler tore into him.  The other two didn't join, but they didn't move an inch to help either.  Normally Zane wouldn't hold that against a wolf, but when it was him on the receiving end, he had a little different perspective.  What the fuck was their problem?

He got a few licks of his own in, but barely realized it. He'd been outmatched from the go, just like last time, and as soon as he managed to weasel his way out he took off without a single glance back.  No chick was worth that.

If she wasn't going to lend him the assist, she could deal with those two bastards solo.  Least he'd tried to help.  Zane's staggering start lengthened into a full out sprint.  For the second time in only a few months, adrenaline pushed him on.  He had some rotten fucking luck when it came to picking them, that was for sure.

last for me, zane out!! <3