Always

Chapter Twenty Three

As promised luvs ❤️❤️❤️

He ached and was in pain, but nothing could stop his relief at their anger.

"Fine, bitch, we'll just start carving you up and sending you piece by piece until they send out the real prize," the American hissed and punched Harry hard in the stomach while he was held between two others. They let him go and he fell to the ground with the hit.

Harry held his stomach and rolled onto his side. "You... do that," he gasped.

"Fuck! Is he lubed yet? They get wet when in heat, right?" the American shouted. Harry vowed to kill Snape for writing that down in one of his books on their species. "If we have to have the older one, than we should at least have some relief!"

"Would you shut up," one of the Frenchmen said. "All you do is yell and scream. You'll attract attention."

"You wanna make me?"

"Enough!" the Viking-man growled. "We have one of them. The other is gone. Since we have lost two of our number already and are being hunted, we will need to take what we can and go." He moved toward Harry, who immediately scrambled backwards. The Viking-man easily caught him and pulled him up to his knees by his hair. "I am disappointed that we will only have one of you," he said to Harry. "But you are a fierce opponent and have many, many years ahead of you. Any young you breed are obviously strong as well."

"I have some pictures in my wallet," Harry gritted out, his eyes squeezed shut from the pain in his scalp. "I love to talk about my kids."

The Viking-man chuckled. "The stories about you are very true. What did you do with the two who have gone missing?"

Harry squinted up and licked his bleeding lip. "My babies were hungry," he answered with a smile.

"Fucking prick!" the American growled. But the Viking-man laughed and pulled Harry up to his feet.

"We need to move," he said to the others while keeping his hand tightly around Harry's arm. "Bind him. He's still in first stage and I can't stand touching him." He looked down at Harry with a smile. "No offence."

"None taken. You're pretty disgusting yourself."

"I'm gonna beat the fear into him," the American snarled and moved forward while one of the others was tying Harry's hands behind his back.

Viking-man put his hand up. "Enough. If he is damaged, then we have earned nothing. We need to move out of here. They've penned us in and we'll have to move quickly."

The American glared at Harry -- who returned the look daringly -- before backing off. The group turned and began moving in a direction Harry wouldn't have taken. The trees were dark, nearly black, this way. Except for a bit of red. Wait, red?

"Ah, 'scuse me, kind sirs, would ya care to be lettin' me have me family member back?"

All of the men stopped and warily watched Kellas hop down from a log. She smiled and tipped her head in greeting.

"It's the puppy from the school," one of the men muttered.

The Viking-man moved a bit in front of Harry before addressing her. "Your family member, you say?"

Kellas smiled and rubbed the back of her head. "Well, it's not final yet, ya understand. But I'm betrothed to my sweet lass and I wouldn't want her to be mournin' the loss of her da on our weddin' day, would I?"

"I bet she knows where the girl went," the American snarled. "Got her stashed."

"Who me?" Kellas put a hand to her chest. "Oh, no, not I. I was comin' to ask her da if he would be knowin' where she is."