'When you see a female dressed in a manner that is unacceptable Islamically, do not for a moment think that she is lower than you spiritually. If you do that, you are lower than her. Believe me, that is the teaching of your religion. She might have a link with her creator that you do not know about. She might have a heart that is tons better than yours. She might have one weakness that is outward, and you have 50 weaknesses that are hidden.'

~Mufti Ismail Menk.

'Alcoholism : The disease that makes you too selfish to see the havoc you created and care about the people you shattered.'

~Anonymous

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She was walking aimlessly on an empty road, barefooted, when she was suddenly pulled by her bruised hand and slammed hard on the ground.

With her back throbbing with pain at the impact with the concrete hard ground, she looked up to see a group of men with glass bottles in their hands laughing and conversing with each other while looking at her.

Their mouths were opening up really wide while talking. It was really difficult for her to understand their lip-synch.

They were staring at her with an emotion she came to despice. She followed their stare to see them openly gawking at her chest where her sweater had been torn revealing her inner garments.

She, in panic, tightly clutched her clothes to her chest. So that there evil eyes couldn't see what she didn't want them too.

Her skin was crawling. A spiky cactus like feeling was gripping her heart.

They were bad people.

She could feel it.

She has to go away from them.

Now!

Before she could react, one of them pushed her to the ground and started saying something.

Staring at her with his blue lecherous eyes and spitting enzymes while moving his mouth, her gut was turning while her heart pounded in fear as he put his whole weight on her dainty chest.

She was suffocating. So much.

Ignoring everything, even his bad breath, she pushed him with all her might and ran away from there.

The road thumped with the footsteps following behind her as she tried to find a place to hide. Or someone to seek help.

Why was there no one here??

Suddenly she saw some youngsters walking in front of her at the end of the road. An ounce of relief ignited in her heart. She, at once, ran to them hoping that they would help her.

Seeing her disheveled clothes, the youngsters started whispering among themselves. Ignoring them, she clutched the hands of the female in front of her. While sobbing pathetically, she made some desperate hand movements, trying to indicate that someone was following her and she needed help.

To her utter devastation, the female slapped her hand away. And with a disgusted sneer, she pushed her on the pavement towards the approaching maniac figures.

Shocked, Aiyana turned her head. On one side stood the teens who had no intention to help her. While on the other side, approaching her were the dangerous maniacs.

Oh! How could she forget!?!

The young werewolves of the pack never liked her. They won't even blink an eye if she died in front of them.

Realizing that no one would rescue her. She shakily stood up and ran away to turn right of the road ahead.

On run, only a single thought ran through her mind.

Her brother. He was probably the only person on this pack right now who could save her. (The Alpha and Luna were away.)

"Please save me, Brother." only a single chant ran through her mind while she kept running while tears of utter fear fell from her zircon orbs.

All of a sudden, a figure passed hers and her hair was harshly pulled from behind as she smashed on a bush with full force.

Fear. Total and utter fear gripped her heart as she saw the figures approaching her. She started sobbing loudly when she realized she was not able to move away from there. From them.

She kept sobbing loudly and begged them through her signs to leave her.

But they just laughed and mocked her actions, making her heart bleed.

Before any of them could touch her, the space around her tore as Azazel appeared in front of her from another dimension. Literally.

She stopped crying in shock.

Before she could even move, he quickly embraced her crying figure in his protective arms and something white went in front of her eyes in a flash.

A ground shaking growl was heard in the silence of the sinly night. But before Aiyana could follow its vibration, Azazel had closed her eyes with his palms and stuffed her face in his warm neck. Still Aiyana had witnessed to see another flash.

Where a big Grey monster was tearing apart the body of the man who pushed her first on the ground. Was the big creature her... Nox?.?



She didn't even want to think about it anymore.

With her eyes shaking while shedding tears of mercy and her whole body throbbing with pain and vibrating with the effect of her loud hiccups, she gripped herself tightly around her mates body. Seeking safety and peace of mind from them.

She didn't make a single sound for a while. Just kept quite while sniffing their scent.

And then, she snapped.

Loud cries. Cries of cruel pain and melancholic misery erupted from her mouth.

Although she could not hear her own cries, their effects had tumbled her whole mind into nothingness.

Azazel just closed his eyes and kept rocking her sobbing figure in his arms.

Even Azron took some control from him, and cooed and made some other comforting sounds to offer their Love any possible means of comfort they possibly could.

After a while, the cries had suddenly stopped. They glanced down to find that Aiyana had fainted in fatigue in their arms.

They kissed her hair softly and stood up while carrying her gently in their arms.

At the same time, Nox had also taken out his rage and revenge on the measly mortals who dared to hurt his Queen Mother.

His sharp razor long teeth had fresh blood and flesh sticking on them. While his silver claws were covered in their blood.

He was currently in one of his monstrous forms. A lycan with a beastly body and dangerous weapon like teeth and paws.

This was the first time he had initiated a shapeshift on his own, without Azazel's magic. And it was worth it.

While he was sleeping in his basket a little while ago, he had suddenly woke up with a shiver. Fearing that his Mother would be in any danger, he followed her scent and came to find her outdoors.

Imagine his rage and guilt when he saw some puny bastard harming his Mother!!

But thankfully, he had taught them their lesson. Which had reduced his anger to some points down.

But his guilt. His guilt didn't go away. If only he had been there with her to protect her, his mother would not have been so scared and miserable.

He felt so guilty. He whimpered due to the pain he felt in his heart. For his mother.

Anyway, he quickly transformed into his mother's favorite form, actually the only form she saw him in, and rushed to stand beside his Master, who looked to be about to teleport them.

Before they left, Azazel, for the first time in the whole fiasco, opened his eyes.

His eyes were a blackish purple with all trace of humanity gone from them.

His inhuman eyes coldly looked at the whole vicinity, as if making a promise, with a evil sneer on his lips.

With that, they dissappeared.

The Blue Moon Pack didn't know. But they have just provoked the Devil.

Their act of harming an innocent soul will have to be paid a price.

Hearing the chant of Doom of Azazel and Azron, the supernatural leaders and mystical entities gasped.

That's it.

They can't stop him.

Their (pack members) doom has been decided.

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