Matthew's pov:
I can feel that jamia and my sons are not here anymore , which is a good thing because my entire focus is needed for this massive army the demon have surrounding me.
I can feel myself being thrown through the air as I bounce off the wall and land a group of demon pile on. There are fangs piercing through the skin on my shoulder and sharp claws digging deeper into my back. The weight begin to lessen on my back and I stand and toss the ones biting into my shoulder in the air and I turn and break the arms of the demons clawing into my back.
When I gain my footing I look and see jamia's grandfather and his warriors fighting any and ever demon they could get their hands on. Demons was burning in mid attack with screams of agony ringing where they died.
I immediately join the fight. The demons were falling quick.
Jamia's grandfather join me in a fight between three demons. Fighting back to back and after killing the last demon we were fighting when he asked " where's
abaddon? "
We both look around and he no where to be seen.
At the same time we say"Jamia!!"
We know that's where he's gone this was just a diversion.
With a wave of his hand we were back at the pack land and the battle that was going on was unimaginable.
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jamia
WerewolfI left with nothing. I couldn't stay and let that happen. I have to get away from my adopted father and his friends I'm only seventeen. I'm on the run. I know nothing of the supernatural species. until I stumble into a world of witches,werewolves...
