"Just a vehicle left!" A voice announced!

The announcement sent a jolt of fear through Neal as he watched the last vehicle pull in and come to a stop. His breath caught in his throat as he witnessed the frantic scramble for seats, each occupied spot amplifying his growing dread.

"No!"

Neal's cry echoed through the chaos as he glanced down, the hands restraining him seeming to tighten their grip with each passing second; his eyes bulged, his heart pounding, and his breath came in a pant.

When he looked back at the vehicle, only three seats left. And suddenly, anger boomed in him, and he looked down at the beast with blood lust.

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"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"

He cried and bent, gripping their hands and peeling them off him while some of the beasts were clucking their hands back on him, their instinct to return him to their queen palpable.

Two seats left!

Time seemed to slow as Neal's mouth opened in a silent scream, "No!" his heart drumming.

"Let me go!" His breath came in ragged gasps, mad with anger as he fought against the relentless pull, peeling their hands from his legs and marching them.

Left with few hands on him, he took a step forward, wobbling as they tried to drag him, but Neal, in desperation, latched onto a passing man, his grip unyielding as he anchored himself against the force trying to tear him away.

Aggressively, the man turned to face Neal. As he was about to shove Neol's hands, Neal held him more tightly, refusing to be swayed by the chaos surrounding him.