The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 412

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The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 412

“Submit!!”

Alpha bellows as he finally gets his hand hard around the young man’s neck. Alpha’s words and aura hit me hard and it takes everything I have not to submit too. The young man struggles against him until he finally finds his knees on the ground. I can hear both of them growling hard as alpha keeps a painfully hard grip on him.

“Derek!”

Alpha calls a name I haven’t heard before as a buff male clad 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 his commands. 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.”

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 to complain 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, keeping my hand

firmly on the trunk as I do.

“Madilyn! Madisyn! Come to me! Please! Come to me!”

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I call out loudly, wincing as my own voice rings in my ears yet they keep moving away from me. I walk carefully, pausing when I stumble as my adrenaline isn’t yet high enough to fully counteract the effects of a major concussion. I fight for every step I take, gingerly planning 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 claps 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.

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