353 •~•Chapter 173•~•

Leon does as asked only to burst in and see Darian facing off against a couple armed Werewolves, some already down, no doubt Darian's handiwork.

Leon helps to disarm the others, driving his foot a little harder than necessary into the face of the goon closest to him on the ground, feeling the satisfying crunch of his nose break under his shoe.

Soon it's just them left in the dressing room, their pants harsh in the small space, the place was utterly trashed - another thing to add to the charges that was coming for the owner of the place.

"What the fuck is going on? Where's Hayden and Dream?" Leon demands, following Darian out the backdoor, there was no way they had left through the front.

"Damned if I know." Darian curses, he is bleeding from a jagged cut on his cheek and a couple other slashes that has the Head Warrior glancing over him occasionally.