Contrition || sᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

The woods are dark and quite, the moonlight not making much of a effect on the thick tree cover that filtered it from reaching the ground.

A soft rustle is heard as a pair of men stumble in a between bushes.

"Did we miss them?" One of them asks panting, holding his side which seems to be hurting.

"I think s..." The sentence was cut off as the second male notices the vibrant blue eyes looking at them from the darkness.

He pales as they disappear when he blinks.

"No we didn't that wolf is here, we have to move" He rushes, grabbing the wrist of his partner and running through the forest.

His heart beats fastens as he hears the paws hitting the ground just behind him, loosing focus on track he stumbles on a rock and falls down hitting the forest floor hard.

His partner kneels beside him but before they can do something their predator comes in view. A wolf around a feet tall, black fur with some blue highlights.

They turn around only for the ground to shake suddenly and make them stumble, a man steps in view. He is tall, standing around six feet, clad in a t-shirt and cargo pants.

He runs a gloved hand through his black and red hair before looking behind himself as the wolf comes to stand beside him.

A grey energy swirls around the men on the ground before coming together to form a man who stands infront of them, hair a mix of black and blonde. Wearing a grey jacket over a black top and jeans.

"Their souls seem delectable" He drawls chuckling softly.

The man cower in fear as a red head and blue haired pair of men come out of the shadows, both of them wearing a black red combination for clothes, looking down on them.

One of the fallen men try to reach a dagger behind his back but his hand was shot.

"Don't even think about it" The cold threat rings in the air as another tall man jumps down from a tree, wearing a combat gear, blonde hair on full view.

The five males and the wolf surround the two men who pray for their life.

"Hold it"

The command freezes everything as footsteps echo in the air. The last man comes in view, wearing a black suit, half hair falling in his face another half slicked back. His hands clad in gloves.

He stands infront of them, eyes looking down as if mocking them for his gratitude to let them breathe. He smirks when they whimper before kneeling down.

"Please let us go. We didn't do anything"

The man rolls his eyes before looking over his shoulder, the two tallest males nod their head before standing side by side, the wolf sliding behind them.

The sound of cracking bones makes the trapped men widen their eyes.

Its a werewolf, someone of their kind.

After some more shuffling sound a male emerges from behind the manmade curtain, his hair a jet black with blue highlights, clad in a simple tank top and jeans with bare feet he cracks his neck before speaking.

"You killed two people before we found you and have committed many more thefts and robbery"

His voice is cold, the men look at him pleading with their eyes.

"Please omega, help us" One of them begs making the male hiss at them. The whole group comes in action, the one who formed from the smoke snaps his fingers tieing red ropes around them in a death grip.

The other forming a wall between them and the werewolf.

"Try speaking to him again..." His low voice vibrates in the quite atmosphere as a spear forms in his hand out of thin air.

"...I dare you"

"Merlin..."

The man lowers the spear and retrieves to the werewolf.

"Now as the underboss of Guerrilla, I that is Mars declare you guilty of the crimes you did..."

"WE DIDN'T HAD CHOICE"

"but we have assignment" The man, Mars replies, his voice booming the forest.

The silence surrounding them is thick as a scowl covers his face.

"There is always a choice..." He mumbles

"Merlin do your job" He says before turning and walking back, the group making space for him.

The man with black and blonde hair appears again, his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red.

"Delicious...food..."

His voice changes, carrying echo as his canines grow and he digs them in one of the man's neck.