<b>The </b><b>Son </b><b>of </b>Red <b>Fang </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>412 </b>
“Submit!!”
Alpha bellows as <b>he </b>finally gets his hand hard around the young man’s neck. <b>Alpha’s </b>words <b>and </b><b>aura </b>hit me hard and it takes everything I have <b>not </b>to submit too. The young man struggles against <b>him </b>until he finally finds his knees on the ground. I can hear both of them growling hard <b>as </b><b>alpha </b><b>keeps </b>a painfully hard grip on him.
“Derek!”
Alpha calls a name I haven’t heard before as a buff male d only in a pair of jeans jogs over to the newly submitted prospect. Without a word he kneels down in front, pulls a pair of cuffs wrapped in cloth from his pocket and fits them around the prospect’s wrists before helping him up and leading
him away.
Before the prospect is out of sight alpha has reengaged in the fight. It seems like his technique is to separate out individuals since none of them are listening to hismands. A truly exhausting but
seemingly necessary move.
I recognize Patrick, Parker, Lucas and Damian using the same method along with several bare chested individuals that I don’t recognize.
“Maddie, please. We’re too close. Something really bad is going to happen.<b>” </b>
Madilyn’s sweetness barely reaches my ears but I know it’s there.
“Stop being a baby. Daddy needs help.”
“And what are we going to do?”
“Help him.”
“But Day and Luke already are. Lots of wolves are helping.”
I concentrate hard on their conversation trying to pinpoint where they are. Madilyn has a right toin and be fearful as there is nothing here that four year old pups can help with. Where’s luna
or even their nanny, Erin?
It’s as alpha brings another wrestling match my way that I realize the girls are moving behind me, dangerously close to the river. I walk slowly around to the other side of the tree, <b>keeping </b>my hand
firmly on the trunk as I do.
“Madilyn! Madisyn! Come to me! Please! Come to me!”
Chapter <b>412 </b>
I call out loudly<b>, </b>wincing as my own voice rings in <b>my </b>ears yet they keep moving <b>away </b><b>from </b>me. I walk carefully, pausing when I stumble as my adrenaline isn’t yet high enough to fully <b>counteract </b>the effects of a major concussion. I fight for every step I take<b>, </b>gingerly nning each one as I inch closer to the girls. 1stop and lean against a tree to call again.
“Madisyn! Madilyn! Get away from the river! Come to me! We need to get out of here!”
1 yelp as the thunder ps above us and I know we don’t have much time before a downpour
happens.
Movement to my left attracts my attention. I’m mesmerized by alpha’s moves. It’s more like a dance than a sparring match. It’s obvious that not only is he trying to avoid getting hit by the prospect’s wild swings but he’s avoiding hurting the prospect as well. This is all about gaining the upper hand. About stopping them from hurting each other.
“Maddie, no!”
Madilyn’s voice reaches me clearly as Madisyn darts into the clearing behind her father and the prospect as they’re in a tight roll towards her.
“Maddie, get out of there! Get away!”
I scream as loud as I can but the swollen river and the thunder p easily mask what I’ve said.
“Get out of there!” I try again as Madilyn tries to grab her sister.
As the alpha and prospect get closer all they can manage to do is get closer to the river until my biggest feares to life. The prospect stands suddenly from his roll and the girls are on the edge as he bumps hard into them, sending them careening over the bank into the swiftly moving current. I don’t have time to think as I dart out of the woods, swiftly avoiding alpha and the prospect as alpha attempts to pull him away from the bank. I have no idea if he saw his girls fall or if it registers that I’m running for the river. Neither matter to me right now. It’s with three more strides that I jump, clearing the rocks jutting out along the bank. I take a deep breath and hold it as I fall<b>, </b>diving deep into the swollen, raging river below.
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