---- feet? The Cret looked down haughtily, enjoying the boys humiliation while the boy clenched his teeth and seethes.

Never! The whip meets the boys back and he drops down on the cobbled road.

The mother screamed from behind, thrashing in the mens grip Nooooo! Spare him! He is just a kid! Please...I will earn the money and give it back to you...

I swear..

The Cret turns around to the woman.

Grabbing her chin, he smirks looking into her teary eyes.

And how are you going to do that bitch? By sewing? Mopping the floor? Cooking food huh? We have a faster disposal for you.

He leans in closer to have his hot breath fan her lips and she flinched in disgust, moving her head to another side He grips her hair and tugs on them, making her look back into his eyes ---- ee = We are going to sell you to a rich Cret.

They love having innocent werewolves like you as slaves.

You serve him and before you know it you will be free of your debts.

Tears streamed down her eyes.

She knew...

she knew this was her fate.

And there was nothing she could do to escape it.

The Crets lips meet her neck and she shiverred in disgust.

Hmm you even smell good.

And damn these curves- His hands sneak up in her shirt and his huge hands grab her blossom.noveldrama

Aghh- Leave my mom you bastard! The little boy grabbed a stick and slammed it on the Crets back.

And the Crets eyes rim red.

He lets the woman go and turns around with rage blinding his eyes ---- Lifting the whip he slams it down on the boy.

But before it could touch him the mother rushes to shield the boys body with her own.

Aghhbh! A scream leaves her lips and the Cret only smirks.

He brings down the whip again and this time the woman bit her lip to hold in the scream.

She expected for the pain to hit her back.

But it never did.

Trembling, with the boy tightly held in her arms.

She looked back over her shoulder and that's when she saw him.

A figure dressed in black pants and jacket with a cap on his head The whip was held in his black gloved hands and his huge figure shielded the boy and her completely.

What the fuc- The Cret tried to pull back the whip but it was so ---- eee = tightly held in the mysterious mans hand that it didn't even move an inch.

The head Cret furrows his brows and the other Crets with him step close, sensing a intruder.

Who are you? Step aside.

This doesn't concern you.

The mysterious man adjusts his cap and then tilts his head to whisper.

Those thin pressed lips move under the caps shadow.

Everything related to my people concerns me.