With his dagger resting on his hip on his belt the bag that hung in the front held the needles and his faithful heroin within that bag, he loved the rush that feeling once it starts running though the body. There was not a day that went by that he did not have a more than enough of this chemical running though his body. The male ran though the pack border lines like there was none, and to Lucifer it was just that. There was nothing, other than a scent saying that this was some one’s area. It was nothing that Lucifer him-self couldn’t mark over. The black monster watched the Valley female move though the lands, she was ugly to him, there was nothing in her looks that made him want her, however the fact that she was one of Jefferson’s little minions was the only reason he was still looking at her.
Stepping out from the shadows the male had his hand upon the bag in front where his pretty little medication was. ”Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?” The male song out in a rather cheerful tone as he shifted to have his back against a tree.
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