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Damon raked his free hand through his hair. "Fine. But by my side is where you will stay," He growled as he tilted her chin up and softly kissed her on the lips, deepening it further before he pulled away, his eyes glowing with need and wanting more. But the sound of close gunfire caught their attention.

Darren was running towards two fleeing hunters; he was in human form, wearing khaki shorts and a black t-shirt, aiming a gun at the men. But it seemed his aim was terrible while running at such a pace; luckily, two wolves appeared behind him and raced towards them, tackling the men down.

"Kill them quickly," Damon grunted. Although his voice was low, Darren and the others heard him clearly.

"Wait," At Aila's command, the werewolves stopped and looked at her. "Kill one of them. Leave the other alive and take him back to the basement."