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Noah slid between Ren, ensuring his body was between her and the remaining female and male. They were shooting furtive glances at the door, and he was preparing to leap onto them in case they tried to run away or lock him in.

“How did you get…” the other male began to say, but Noah lunged forward and sank his claws into the other male’s flesh before he could finish. After sliding his claws into his belly, Noah ripped them out quickly and moved out of reach.

The only thing on his mind was his tiny female, who looked too vulnerable on that table.

After a moment, the female paled and backed up. He unleashed his beast with a terrifying roar. There was no way she was getting away; he did the only thing he could and threw the blade. She cried out as it embedded in her shoulder, and she fell to the ground.

Noah was delighted to hear her pained cry. The female would learn a valuable lesson before she died. Noah was not going to let her go.

Ripping Ren’s IV out, he watched the female on the floor. The male who had been clawing at his neck was dead. The other was already passed out and bleeding heavily. It wouldn’t be long before he died.

He scowled when he picked Ren up because she was so floppy. It bothered him that the female was so lifeless. Twice now the expressive female had been this way around him and not only did he dislike it, but his beast rubbed his insides raw with displeasure.

With his limp prize in his arms, he held her tightly.

He approached the other disgusting female with aching fangs. He wanted to puncture her throat. He put his foot on her back to stop her from crawling to the door. He found it disgusting to see the female crawl for her freedom when she was prepared to take away his female freedom.

“Wise for you to stay down,” he said.

It wasn’t clear whether she would understand the broken words or the implied threat, but the female flinched and stayed put. He felt his chest rumble the moment he stepped out of the room. However, he shut the door and pushed over the steel locking mechanism before they could leave.

Whatever happened in that room…happened.

His Ren had been saved, and they would leave without being chased. She wouldn’t be afraid when she woke up. It was now up to Noah to decide which direction he was heading in to escape.

His footsteps carried him through another short hall filled with fumes, earth, and fresh raindrops. Continuing, he passed rooms with desks and other bits without inspecting them. Upon reaching the last door, a triumphant shout came from him, and he held his slumbering treasure close to his chest.

He opened the door.

His eyes narrowed at the setting sun, and he tucked his chin in. She was cold to touch, and he growled as he held her close. Although Noah hated to go back inside, he couldn’t take her outside in ripped clothing.

His body shuddered and the beast protested loudly. He forced himself to step back into the building.

When the door closed, his beast bucked so hard that his skin felt like splitting. Firing a hand under her, he caught it and shut it ajar. He breathed through his violent response and quickly completed a thorough search of the nearest room for any clothing that might be in there.

He searched under the desk and through metal doors with compartments. When he found boots, he picked up the smallest pair and put them in a discarded bag.

Slipping into ill-fitting boots he grabbed two coats and a large grey top. Propping his back against the wall he managed to slip Ren’s arms into the arm holes.

The large coat swamped her, but it was better than nothing and it covered her up. He zipped it to her chin. He ran his fingers over her pale cheeks, worried about her pale face.

He hurriedly tied the top around her legs because he worried about her. It was strange, but it covered her, and he let the strange dress fall back over her legs.

Dressed appropriately and stealing a bottle of water, he rushed outside. He didn’t know where he was going, so he walked and walked some more.

It was a nightmare outside.

As he followed the trail of cement paving stones, he came to an intersection that was busy with cars whizzing by in a loud crashing noise.

He kept walking, his powerful legs bringing them closer to civilisation. Upon reaching a populated area, he wanted to turn around but drew closer.

People began walking past him and giving him strange looks. He held on tight to his bundle. They gasped and stepped back when they saw him holding Ren to his chest. They backed away when they heard his deep rumble of displeasure. While people walked around him, he felt his ears assaulted by loud noises.

There was almost a bump between him and an unfocused female who was watching her phone. She squeaked in alarm and swore loudly when she noticed he was there. She quickly paled when she saw his face, and frantically on her phone, she walked away shooting him furtive looks over her shoulder.

The only person not making a fuss about his presence was an older man leaning on a bench nearby with a walking stick. Trusting his instincts, he walked over to the male and sat beside him on the bench with Ren still in his arms.

There was no movement from the male toward her. Instead, he breathed heavily like he’d run uphill and struggled with it. He spoke in a strained voice. “Son, I don’t mean to be funny, but is your girl okay?”

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