Denver's Promise...

The first person the Hunters mounted was Rose.

However, in tearing off her clothes, the fat hunter that had climbed her body, noticed that she was not responding.

At first, he thought she was just faking it, but then he noticed her chest was not moving up and down in a breathing motion. 

He placed his ear on her chest. Unfortunately, it was the same thing. 

For some reason, he could not understand, she was not breathing.

What the Hunter did not know was that Rose's fight with the female Werecats had been a dangerous one. And because of their Bloodline ability, she had not been able to heal her terrible wounds. All the while as the Werecats pulled her back to the camp, she had been Bleeding along the way. 

Right now, she practically at death's door.

"Boss Andrew, this one has lost a lot of blood. She seems dead!" The Hunter looked at her in disgust. Apparently, he still had some dignity, not wanting to do it with a dead person. 

Andrew, from his position on the tree looked over a bit. He frowned at Rose's body. "She hasn't been gone long. Have a member of the pack feed her some blood. It should be enough!"

The fat Hunter bowed, "Yes Boss! I nearly forgot myself. This Werewolves can heal one another if they are of the same pack." 

Andrew nodded and the fat man immediately rushed towards Gray's side. However, he did not pick Gray but another man.

The Wereman was unwilling to move, but with much force and shocks from the fat Hunter wielding a rod that sparked with electricity, he had no choice but top do as instructed. 

By Rose's side, the Wereman was made to fall his knees, and then with some more zaps from the rod, he was encouraged to make a cut on his palm with his nails and pour blood into her mouth. 

As he did this, the fat Hunter chuckled with much glee. On his face was the steep anticipation that Rose was going to wake up. 

If this were to happen, then he would have the opportunity to take her. 

Secretly, on Gray's side, he was also filled with anticipation, but also confusion. 

Memories of his loving big sister that always found a way to pamper, love and care for him rushed through his mind. 

Seeing her still expressionless face was torture to his being.

He had already lost his father, and now, his elder sister was on the brink of death. If she truly died, he knew that the feeling of loss would be incredible. 

But at the same time, did he really want to subject his elder sister to face the grave assaults of the Hunters like the other Werewomen of the pack? 

Without a doubt, and knowing the kind of person his elder sister was, Rose would rather die by the sting of a million fire scorpions than let a man take her without her consent.

Yet, knowing this, he still did not want to lose her. Looking to his side, he could see the look on Dan's face. It was practically the same anticipation mixed with fear that he had.

Just then, a scream got the attention of everyone as a Hunter, trying to mount his mother was kicked in the balls. 

Denver was injured on one leg and a collar like the others, had been put around her neck. 

Nevertheless, she still fought through. 

She did not even give them the chance to rip off her clothes in peace.

Another hunter that tried to hold her down was forcefully bitten. She literally ripped off his ear with her teeth, he screamed in his pain and blood poured in all directions. 

Denver, with the bloody ear in her mouth, looked at the Hunters and gave a convincing grin of her conviction.

Without a doubt, anyone that tried to take advantage her, even with the shock from the collar and the rods they used, was going to get the disciplining of his life. 

All the hunters that wanted to have her looked in her direction with anger and trepidation. However, none of them dared to go forth.

"Even If I lose my limbs, my eyes, my ears and everything else, no man will ever TOUCH me..." Denver stated clearly, as she turned to a corner, staring at the lifeless eyes of Ironclaw, her husband, packed up with the pile of dead bodies at the corner. "...Not any more," she whispered, her voice carrying the bitter grief of a mourning widow.

However, another voice was suddenly heard. 

This one was deep and bold, and it carried the weight of authority in it, "Really!? Are sure about that?" 

The owner of the voice walked out. It was a slim tall man. He looked like the wind would blow and send him away with the slightest eve of a storm. However, he walked with the confidence of one with whom all should fear. 

And he did, the Hunters created a path for him to pass.

This man was known simply as White. He was the person that had captured Denver in the first place. He had black hair, and sunken facial features, he looked as if he was a step closer to the grave, but that did not affect his standing with them one bit.

In one hand, he held Cherry by the collar of her clothes. 

The sight of her made Denver shiver a bit. White noticed her reaction. 

He chuckled a bit, "Don't worry, I am not such a man as to harm your family just to bend you to my will... That would be... No fun!" He spoke with such incredible confidence that made it evident that this was not his first rodeo.

He waved a hand, signaling to one of the hunters and immediately, a machete was handed over to him. The blade of the weapon reflected one side the flames from the camp fire and the other side, the full of the night moon.

"What was that thing you said about losing your limbs..." he grinned at Denver.