Somehow confused - yes, some creatures in the Vampire Inn do not have godlike powers -, Puternic looked at what was going on with Alexa and Vivian. Were they enjoying or not? Were they suffering or not? After examining their faces, the werewolf saw a stream of contradictory reactions coming from both pretty females. Unsure whether he should feel sorry or upset, his face remained steady and calm, showing nothing more than his usual confidence. After all, there was beauty in admiring two breathtaking girls having pleasure - wasn't this the reason of success of guys like Larry Flint and Hugh Hefner?<br/><br/>Something was going wrong though.<br/><br/>The sign of danger came from Alexa. Puternic did not expect anything but an angry reaction, blaming her for whatever was going on. Still unsure whether she liked or like, a sudden flush of adrenaline invaded his bloodstream, setting him in the standby mode for whatever was coming. His instincts were right once more: she fell to her knees and her body jerked in a way that was strange. It did not take more than a fraction of seconds for Puternic to kneel next to the fallen vampires and hold her in his arms, embracing her protectively. That cursed placed was harming one of the girls in his pack and it was his duty to protect them. Holding her tightly, Puternic looked at her eyes tenderly in a way he had never done before.<br/><br/>"Are you alright, Alexa?", his firm hands showed no move, so that the vampires could know that Puternic was not the source of her humiliation.