88 Chapter 22 The Return Trip

The skin under the cotton shirt was covered with brown fluff, and the bulging muscles tightened Benjamin's cuffs. His hands pressed the vampire's wrists and buried them under both of their bodies. The vampire's uncontrollably elongated nails had cut through his shirt's, scratching Alpha's skin.

The werewolf's shoulders pressed firmly against Zach's chin, preventing the vampire's jaw from opening. The black silk thread that spread from the pupils of the vampire has overflowed his iris and began to spread on the white sclera of his eyes!

Guns, in any case, are scary things. The crowd on the outside dared not turn their heads and ran to escape. The people on the inside squatted down or were knocked over when the crowd hustled to scatter, or lying on their stomachs tremblingly, looking nervously at the place where the gunfire occurred.