The Love of a Lycan

One of the warriors opened the car's door for Torak, and he placed Raine carefully on the backseat, before he sat next to her. 

Afterward, Raphael took the shotgun seat while Calleb drove the car out of the lot. Along with their car, dozens of cars set off from the scene as well.

Thoseother cars were filled with every respective Alphas of their packs and their warriors.

However, Torak's car was flanked by warrior cars on each side and also ten Lycans in their wolf form running alongside with them. 

Their escape was lavish, those news hunters couldn't follow them not because they lost their track, but because they were not able to penetrate the security of Torak's people. 

Inside the car Torak cradled Raine on his laps and removed the cap. "Are you hurt?" He asked with deep concern in his eyes.

Raine raised her right hand and showed him the scratch. It was a long straight line that crossed the back of her hand and was slightly bleeding, as if someone had stabbed her with a needle and dragged it over.

With the sight, Torak growled deeper as he knew not to raise his voice in his mate's presence. 

[WHO DID THIS!?] But of course he could do it in another way.

Raphael and Calleb squealed in their seat uncomfortably. "We didn't see it Torak. There were a lot of people surrounded us." Raphael answered him.

"But, they were our people." Calleb remarked. "They wouldn't dare, they aren't crazy enough to do anything stupid like hurting their Luna." He mumbled as his eyes glazed over. Seemingly he was communicating with another Lycans present.

On the backseat, Torak was frowning while looking at the scratched. They didn't have medicine box in the car as no one ever needed that, as a matter of fact Raine was not seriously wounded either, but it didn't put Torak at ease. 

With a scratch like that, it would only took their kind ten seconds to heal. Thanked to their remarkable healing ability, but for a human, it would take days, and Torak was not in the mood to see it for days.

As the blood dripping down, he brought her hand to his lips and, out of instinct, licked her wound. Most animal tended to lick their wound to helpstop the bleeding,in order to heal the wound faster.

Raine tilted her head and looked at Torak questioningly. She had a habit to lick her wound too, but that's only if it was a prick. 

However Torak's action didn't bother her for too long, as she laid her head on his shoulder and listened to his heartbeat, sleepiness washed over her. Today was a long day and the night was intense, moreover, it was comfortable in his arms, hence when her eyelids were getting heavier, she didn't fight it and fell asleep easily.

Feeling Raine's breathing became even as she was asleep, Torak wrapped her with blanket and held her in his arms.

Night fell as the drizzle of the rain pattered against the window car. Tonight was like the night when he met Raine for the first time. 

"Yes, Alpha." Raphael and Calleb replied the unspoken order from Torak in low voice.