Dmitri looked in the direction Nate had pointed. There were three of them, a woman and two men. Something about them was odd. He had that feeling…

Along with Liam and Nate he sat there long in order to notice their behavior. They were not the normal clienteles. The woman got up. Tall and slender, she went towards the far corner of the room to the lavatories. When she came back, Dmitri noticed that her clothes were wet. Once she sat down, the two men rose. One was short and thin, the other being heavier and taller than the woman. Their eyes scanned the crowd. Dmitri immediately lowered his eyes and chugged the drink from his glass. The two men went to the lavatory. This cycle continued every now and then.

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"What do we do? I have never seen werewolves pouring so much water over themselves," said Liam. "And how is it possible that in so much water, their skin is not harmed. It is cold after all."

Dmitri stayed quiet for a moment and then rose. "Let's go and find out," he commanded. The three left their glasses and sauntered towards the odd ones. When they were only a few feet away, their snake-gaze snared on them and their eyes widened as if they had recognized them.

They jumped to their feet, pushed the table towards Dmitri and shoved their way out through the crowd.

"I will take the tall man," shouted Dmitri. "Nate, you take that woman and Liam, you go after the shorty!"

The two betas nodded and the chase began.

Dmitri raced after the tall man. He pushed, slipped and shoved the bodies using his maximum force as an alpha.

The tall man headed straight for the kitchen. As Dmitri followed him, the man hurled every utensil that came his way at him. Dmitri chased him out of the back entrance. As soon as he was out, a cool breeze whizzed across his face. He rushed after the tall man who ran into the darkness of the dark abandoned alley.

For a moment Dmitri stopped. He couldn't make out the direction the man had gone. Suddenly there was a cracking noise, and a mouse squeaked as though it was crushed under someone's foot. The tall man had gone to the right of the alley. His movement caught Dmitri's eye.

Dmitri raced after the man and grabbed his collar at the back. He slammed him into the nearest wall. The man got up again, hissed and tried to run again but Dmitri caught his shirt and slammed his once more in the wall.

The man winced in pain. The light above them glowed dimly on his sickly face. Dmitri went near him and kicked him in the stomach. He shoved him against the rough wall. Even though the man was taller than Dmitri, Dmitri was much stronger.

He licked his pale lips, as a snakelike tongue darted out of his mouth. He hissed again trying to threaten Dmitri.

"Who sent you?" Dmitri pressed his skull further into the wall and asked with rage boiling inside.

The man didn't answer, only let out a hollow laugh.

"You bastards were chased from our territory, yet you dare to come here. So tell me who sent you, else I will smash your skull."

"Wait till you are killed. My master would love to wear yours and your mate's skin," replied the man.

Dmitri smashed his skull into the wall. Blood trickled from his nose.

"Who is your master?" The fire in Dmitri was building.

"My purpose would be unfulfilled if I tell you his name." The man laughed again.

"Then you are of no use to me," whispered Dmitri.

Suddenly, his legs started to convert into a tail that lashed violently. Before he could shape shift completely into a serpent, Dmitri held his neck and twisted it, cracking the bone that connected the head. The serpent stilled there in the dark alley half as a man. Dmitri brought a torch burning nearby and set it on fire.

He turned to face the dark alley and headed to the inn. When he reached the front entrance, he found the four wizards standing there with shocked expressions.

"What happened?" asked Dmitri as a muscle feathered in his jaw.

A wizard stepped forward. "Liam is severely injured. We had to use our magic to kill the man he was chasing."

"Where is he?"

"He has been sent to the healer."

"Where is Nate?"

"We don't know."

Heart pounding, Dmitri ran his fingers through his hair. With a creased brow and tight jaw, he looked around for some traces but found none. He mentally communicated with Nate. There was no answer.

"Take me to the healer," Dmitri commanded the wizard.

Immediately a portal was formed and Dmitri walked into the healer's hut. Liam was lying on a bed. Blood was splattered around him dying the white sheet into crimson red. The blood had caked around his mouth and nose.

Fleur was standing beside him, her face white as death. The healer was mixing herbs in a solution.

"What is the extent of injury," Dmitri asked the healer.

"I am afraid there are internal injuries. It would take a few days before he recovers fully."

"Then we must take him to the Human Realm. It is an emergency."

"We need to give him a few days rest and he should be able to revive," said the healer pounding the herb on the side.

"It wasn't a suggestion," Dmitri snarled.

The healer stopped pounding the herb and looked at him.

Dmitri didn't pay attention to him. He turned to Fleur and said, "Create the portal." He gave her the coordinates.

Fleur created the portal and they entered a lonely sidewalk of the hospital in the town. Dmitri asked one of his securities to stay with Fleur and Liam after ushering them to the emergency. Once doctors took Liam to the operation theater, he walked back with the rest of them back to the Werewolf Realm.

"Where are you Nate?" Dmitri shouted mentally. No answer.