Tattooed Luna

Chapter 342

Chapter 0342 “MOTHER F UCKER!” As soon as it happened, sharp pain ran across my face from being punched in the mouth. My mouth instantly filled with blood as dirt filled my nasal passage. “Where are the girls, Zac?” That voice sent shivers down my spine. “Gunther. How nice to see you again.” Smiling, I looked up at him. Dressed in his Sunday best. “Wish I could say the same.” Gunther crouched down so he was closer to eye level with me. “You have been a thorn in my side for far too long.” “What can I say?” Shrugging, I tried to sit up a little better. “Even co ckroa ches have a will to live.” “All c ockro ches are better off dead.” One of the rogues looking at me. There was a hint of fearlness behind his eyes that made him very dangerous to be around. All he wanted was blood and didn’t care who it came from. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Even smashed co ckroa ches still live.” I responded. “Come on. Let’s go.” Gunther snapped his fingers and two pairs of hands grabbed my arms and ripped me to my feet. Gunther took off walking as I got drug behind him. Everything me told me I didn’t want to find out where I was being taken. Someone like me doesn’t get to be this old by making mistakes like this. However, I had one chance. There was three rogues and Gunther. That I could see anyway. Two were dragging me and another was to my right. Gunther was right in front of me. My ankle was throbbing and my shoulder was still not in place. That yovu far worst injuries and still got away. I had a safe house about twenty miles from here. It was really an abandoned hunting shed but it has saved me more than once. The biggest thing, there was an old bomb shelter under the stairs. I have been able to hide there and never be found. Thinking quickly, this was my moment. Gunther was on the phone. He had moved so far ahead that he was barely visible. The rogues were just walking, not exactly in the ready position.

It was like taking candy from a baby. My body went lip, forcing them. to st agger and drop me. Moving quickly, my claws extended. As the feral one grabbed me, my claws sliced across his neck. Blood shot out all over me as my body was grabbed from behind. Reacting on instinct, my head whipped back. Feeling the c rac k of a nose, I just took off. Running as fast as I could with a bum ankle. “Catch him!” I heard behind me. Now, this was fun. My laughter bounced off the leaves as I kept going. My wolf was fast. Even for our old age, my wolf was unbeatable. These trees were my safe place and my wolf knew them like the back of his hand. The sound of the horn grew quiet and eventually the footsteps faded away. Too many times I learned that slowing down is not helpful. A very pis sed off growl caused all the birds to fly up and away. “F uck you, Gunther.” I whispered as I kept going. Only looking back to see the birds. My chest was burning as I stopped running for a second. My arm was basically dangling and needed to be put back. It was like second nature to snap that back but f uck if I’d ever get used to the pain. Clenching my teeth together was the only thing they kept me from Jurning wis -25 BONUS Still, I didn’t stop for too long. As soon as the sharp pain stopped, I kept on running. As I got closer to my safe house, something in my gut told me something was wrong. This last mile, I barely walked on the first floor. Each step was calculated and slow. Inch by inch, I got closer when I found out why my internal bells were going off. “No one is here, boss.” A loud crunch of something wood breaking filled my ears. Peaking out from behind the bush, I realized I was made.