Simon continued to whisper to himself, a sadistic smile crawling upon his face once he heard the door open. â€œWelcome, wolves who wish to save the Angel,â€ he called out, laughing softly. He buried his face in his hands for a moment. They were here! But they were also going to take his angel away from him and he did not want that. Simon did not blame them for coming as they were only looking to help their friend but he knew he could not let them have her. This city had to be saved and this wolf had to do it, otherwise all would be lost. He knew they would not believe him if he told them or even agree to help; wolves were selfish monsters who hunted humans. They could care less about his feelings or about how this city was dying, how this world was dying.<br/><br/>â€œHave you come to kill me?â€ He asked in a tone that made Beyt shiver, sounding sad as if he had lost all hope. â€œWolves enjoy the sight of blood. They thrive to tear out the throat of any human that stands in their way. We are the threat? No. Wolves are monsters.â€ Suddenly, he pulled on Beytâ€™s rope, dragging her towards him. He reached out and grabbed her to bring her closer and smiled again. â€œIâ€™ll break her neck if you come any closerâ€¦ But if I did this city would not be saved. She is specialâ€¦ she can save this city.â€<br/><br/>Beyt looked towards where Fatal was hiding, recognizing her scent from anywhere. â€œDonâ€™t attack him. Heâ€™s been broken, I donâ€™t know how, butâ€¦â€ her words trailed off a bit as he began to stroke her gently. It was such a soothing touch that almost made her want to fall asleep. She closed her eyes and relaxed a bit but it was still very clear that she was tense and uncomfortable from the sharp pain in her leg. The wound was still bleeding, having not been cleaned out, but the man didnâ€™t even seem to care about it. He just kept stroking her, muttering to himself, maybe even crying a little. Beyt felt sorry for him in a way but she knew better. This man was a Seer and could not be trusted since it was possible he could be faking being the broken man he was presenting.<br/><br/>She could have sworn that she heard a low growl, but it passed quickly; Beyt had a feeling it was Gimmel being somewhat reckless in being protective of her again. Simon didnâ€™t seem to hear it, however, being too caught up in his muttering and not taking his eyes off of where Fatal was.<br/><br/>Fatalâ€¦ and Gimmel was with her keeping quiet despite the urge to want to rip this manâ€™s throat out but where were Drake and Jhene? Sudden panic shot through her when she realized they could have been killed by the men with guns. No. They had to be stronger than that, right? When she relaxed again, she felt their presence but could not get a location. They were somewhere else. She assumed they were waiting the right moment to strike, which strangely made Beyt feel joy. She wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>Something about this man just...