She collapsed to the ground and they continued to hit her. She kicked out with her legs, knocking two of them on their asses. She quickly got up and punched a guy in the face with all her might. Her fist met his nose with a sickening crunch. Hands grabbed her from behind and wrenched them back. The door to the club opened with a scrape. Ally thought she was saved. Then her captor spun her around and she was faced with the last person she wanted to see.
Paul was standing there casually, with a smirk across his face. "Ally, darling, I missed you" he said in a honey coated voice. He started to advance on her when low growling echoed down the alley. There was Ally's dog friend standing at the alley entrance. He looked bigger, and much more menacing. One of the men picked up a brick off the ground and threw it at him, which missed. Suddenly the air was filled with thundering growls and from the shadows came at least 5 more giant dogs. Fear for the glorious creatures swept her up like a storm. She kicked against her captor, looking at them frantically, "run! Get away from here" she screamed at them. Paul's eyes turned red and an inhuman hiss tore itself from his chest. She kicked his shin to grab his attention. He turned and slapped her hard across the face. The sound echoed across the alley.
The black dog growled louder and they all started advancing down the alley in a V, with the great black dog at the point, all with their heads low, lips pulled back and snarling from deep in their chests. The men all faltered at such a sight. The man holding Ally let her go as they all fled. She fell to the ground, semi-unconscious. All the dogs cased after their quarry except the first, who stopped next to Ally and checked her with his cold nose. He then lay down next to her and waited.
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He had just morphed into his wolf when the door creaked open and someone came out. He thought it was a smoker; as a human he hated the smell, as a wolf it was unbearable to his heightened senses. He growled from the bushes, hoping to scare them away. From under the foliage he saw a beautiful woman approaching his hide-out, fishing in her bag. He caught the smell of dried meat, just as she pulled out the jerky strip. He could smell no alcohol on her breath, but she was surely about to feed a strange dog. He stuck his nose out of the bush, mouth watering at the smell of beef. She pulled it back slightly, trying to fish him out. It worked because he wanted the strip so bad. Once he left the bush he was hit by the most luscious scent filled that the open air and it wasn't the jerky.
He slowly moved from the bushes, nose in the air, following the mouth-watering scent. He ate the offered jerky, regarding her. She bent down, and he quickly realised she was looking at his private parts. He growled in embarrassment, she also looked bashful and apologised.
A woman who treats animals like people,
he thought to himself,
I like
it. She fished out another jerky and gave it to him, then hesitantly scratched behind his ear. It was the one spot he couldn't get to himself, and he pressed his head into her hand, smiling a doggy smile.
A slight breeze brought a wave of scents from behind her, stale smoke, alcohol, B.O and drugs. He growled menacingly at the threat the new smells presented. Over the girl's bent shoulder, Zac saw 5 burly men, surely hired, approach her. Already feeling protective he crouched to spring at them. His human mind cut across his instincts, making him realise he would need backup. He howled loudly and took off up the ally. He felt his five betas who were with him get outside and phase. As their minds entered the pack mindscape, he was pacing. Using the mental link of the pack, Zac showed his friends the events he just witnessed. They all growled at such a cowardly picked fight. The betas launched themselves into the alley way behind their alpha in point formation, with him leading the way. They slowed their advance down the alley, growling as menacingly as they knew how.
The fight wasn't going as he thought it would. Zac expected the girl to crumple at the face of four attackers, but her fighting spirit showed through. He silently ordered his betas back into the shadows. He made his way closer, watching the fight with awe. She was quick and strong, but there were four of them. Eventually they subdued her between two of them, just as the door to the club opened once again. The girl's face alighted with hope of a rescue, but the man that stepped through was the last person she expected. Her furious struggles resumed.
The new man advanced on her, like a predator circling his prey. He was almost close enough to touch and there was fear showing in the girls eyes. Zac decided enough was enough. He growled loudly, the menacing sound bouncing off the close walls. The man looked for a second before deeming it unworthy of his attention. One of his minions picked up a brick and threw it wide, trying to scare him off. Cold fury raced through Zac's form. His betas melted out from the shadows behind him, snarling.
Get them,
Zac ordered silently.
