Murdoch
She ran… jus’ like I knew she would the moment she t’ought she was out o’ me sight. Even t’ough I knew she would, I canna stop the disappointment t’at flares t’rough me. I stamp it down an’ focus on trackin’ ’er as she bobs an’ weaves t’rough the woods.
But tu me surprise, she stops an’ looks back at me. Can she see me? No, the steam I’m emmitin’ from me body cloaks me, creatin’ a mirage, practically makin’ me invisible tu everat’in’ includin’ the pests t’at try tu attack her from behind.
So wat is she lookin’ at?
I see ’er face morph intu one o’ pain as she goes tu turn around, but a crack is heard. Jus’ as me Omega does, she wastes no time gettin’ ready. I lower me stance, ready tu pounce on the feckers who dare surround me Omega.
But she makes quick work out o’ two an’ the other pussy goes tu lunge fer ’er, but befer ’e gets tu ’er, I drop the mirage an’ bat ’im out o’ the air.
“You found me!” she exclaims, sendin’ rage t’rough me veins
“I’ll feckin’ deal wit’ yu later!” I growl, graspin’ anotha in me jaw, crushin’ ’is skull.
One by one, wit’ ’er at me side, fightin’ jus’ as hard, rippin’ ’em tu shreds! Until none are left… until it’s jus’ ’er an’ I, pantin’, soaked in blood an’ gazin’ at one anotha.
“Murdoch, I?—”
“Du na speak!” I growl. I expect me Omega tu fight, but wit’ no hesitation, she quiets an’ I scoop ’er intu me arms, carryin’ ’er off, tryin’ tu contain me anger.