Unstoppable Unforgiven (Shermaine and Joshua)

Roy held Molly in his arms, ready to take a quick nap before she woke up. He planned to change back into a wolf before she stirred.

With that in mind, he closed his eyes, buried his face in her neck, and drifted off to sleep, holding her close.

But suddenly, Molly’s eyes popped open, a mix of annoyance and amusement on her face.

She ran her fingers through his hair, realizing what had happened, and then pinched his cheek.

She pulled back a little, but Roy immediately leaned in again.

Molly laughed softly and stopped pushing him away.

Around 4 a.m., Roy woke up with a frown. He suddenly pushed her off, his ears flushing red with embarrassment. He quietly backed away and shifted

back into his wolf form.

strange heat rose in him. He was thirsty, restless, and needed to get outside for a bit.

Roy tried to steady himself, but it wasn’t until Molly got up at 5 a.m. that he started feeling better and even a little embarrassed.

With a frustrated howl, Roy bolted out of the room, rolling around in the snow a few times to cool off before heading back inside.

By then, everyone at the base was gearing up to leave.

Molly, in her black gloves, stood by a snowmobile, ready for action.

She hopped on, swinging one leg over the vehicle, with Roy quickly jumping up beside her.

Some of the others, seeing how smart the wolf was, couldn’t help but stare.

Up on the snow–covered mountainside, Bruce was locked in a cage, his hands and feet shackled with iron chains. He was a pretty terrifying guy, and capturing him had taken a lot of effort.

The guards here worked in shifts. The lights were on, and six men and women were lounging on a couch.

One of them holding a phone said, “Molly’s hooked, and she’s on her way. Get ready for good news.

“Don’t forget the favor you promised our boss when you take over as the head of the Hill family. Alright, I’m hanging up now.”

After the call ended, one woman, sucking on a lollipop, sighed. “This is so boring. If we’re wasting time, at least let me find that wolf–gene test subject.”

A man grumbled darkly, “That wolf killed my sister. I’ve been waiting for revenge ever since.”

They kept complaining until they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Molly and the team had arrived.

“Stop complaining. It’s time to work,” one of them said, and they all stood up.

Molly tested the gun in her hand. Shermaine had given it to her. After firing a shot, she was impressed by how powerful and long–range it was.

The blast was so strong that it blew everyone off the watchtower before they could even react. noveldrama

With Roy and a few subordinates clearing out other guards, Molly quickly entered the house, it was a three–story building. As soon as they stepped inside, Roy howled a couple of times.

Molly seemed to understand his meaning. “Go ahead. Be careful.”

Roy darted off, knowing exactly where Bruce was locked up.

He raced up the stairs, and anyone who saw him didn’t dare stop him. Those who tried to shoot at him were sent flying by a single swipe of his nam

The unfortunate guard, unable to withstand Roy’s strength, was knocked out told with one swipe.

“This wolf’s pretty tough. You guys head down. Let me handle him,” one of the six said as they descended from above.

“Fine,” the others agreed.

Roy smelled something familiar. These people also had the scent of beasts on them, so they were test subjects of Faye’s experiments.

Roy’s eyes narrowed, his gaze filled with deadly intent.

One man, staying behind, smirked and rushed toward him.

His speed was impressive. As he kicked, his muscles bulged, and brown fur sprouted, revealing his orangutan gene.

Roy raised his paw just in time to block the kick, then sank his claws into the man’s flesh. With a quick motion, he flung him across the room. The mart slammed into the wall with a deafening crash.

The man was stunned. He hadn’t expected the wolf to catch his attack and toss him aside like a ragdoll.

The impact was painful. Enraged, the man’s body continued to morph, fully transforming into a beast, his head still human.

He roared and threw another punch.

In his beast form, his strength was ten times what it had been in his human body. He was the second most powerful beast–man, after the wolf–gene

human.

Roy casually caught his punch again and effortlessly tossed him away, this time with even more force.

“You…” the man tried to guess something, but before he could finish, Roy lunged at him.

A swipe of Roy’s paw silenced the man’s cries as the sound of his body being torn apart echoed through the floor.

Roy’s claws slashed again and again until the man’s body was a bloody mess, lying motionless on the ground. After a moment, Roy calmly licked his claws before continuing his ascent.

The third floor wasn’t any safer.

Roy bared his teeth and charged forward, tearing through the guards with brutal efficiency.

Downstairs, Molly gripped her gun and aimed at one of the shapeshifters with snake genes. She pulled the trigger, and the recoil sent a rush of satisfaction through her.

The shot hit its mark, and the snake–like shapeshifter’s body shattered into a bloody mess. His face was unrecognizable. The scene was gory, and the rest of the crew couldn’t help but freeze in shock.

The remaining four shapeshifters exchanged wary glances. “Watch out for that gun,” one muttered. “Let’s spread out and take her down.”

But by the time the last of their allies had been wiped out, the four remaining were losing steam. “Where’s the backup? Why are they taking so long?” one of them barked.

Molly gave a smirk, thinking, ‘Backup? They’re probably not getting here at all.‘

Meanwhile, on the second floor, the gorilla–like shapeshifter, his body still slumped on the floor, managed to twitch his fingers. With the last of his strength, he shot a quick text to Faye.

Back in Ustrana, Shermaine was monitoring Molly’s progress. Thanks to the Apocalypse system, she had everything under control, even catching the message the dying shapeshifter had sent.

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Joshua, who had promised to return to Wallington within two hours, hadn’t left at all. He’d given himself a day off. Meanwhile, Bradlay, back in Wallington, was practically drowning in work.

Shermaine was about to climb out of bed when Joshua, ever the trickster, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into the covere

As he shifted, his back exposed red, scratch–like marks. His body was taut and defined, a reminder of his earlier efforts.

He hadn’t let go yet. In fact, he clung to her more tightly now.

It looked like it wasn’t just Roy who was about to face his heat cycle this March.

“I’m serious, Joshua. Let go. I need to get to Avalmere. Molly’s there,” Shermaine said, her tone firm.

Joshua whispered, “You’re not going anywhere. We’ll go later.”

Shermaine pushed up off his shoulder. “Joshua, you’ve been glued to me all day.”

Joshua leaned in, kissing her lightly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Shermaine didn’t respond.

He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Gracie needs a little brother, right?”

Shermaine was momentarily speechless, knowing exactly what he was doing, using any excuse to keep her close.

After Roy took care of the last of the guards on the third floor, he snapped through the steel bars of Bruce’s cage with ease, breaking the chains apart like they were nothing.

Bruce watched the whole thing, frowning. It was clear that this wolf wasn’t just any wolf.

Roy ignored him, turning to head downstairs. He needed to find Molly.

The shapeshifters might have been no match for him, but Molly didn’t have their strength, and that could be dangerous.

It was a worry that turned out to be unnecessary.

By the time Roy made his way down, Molly had already handled the rest. The floor was littered with bodies, and she was casually smoking a cigarette.

Roy padded up to her.

Molly exhaled a puff of smoke, her face half–hidden by the wisps of it. She looked at his dirty paws. “You’ve gotten them all filthy.”

Roy let out a frustrated whine. He didn’t want to use his mouth, but he didn’t have much of a choice with his paws in such a state.

Just then, Bruce came down from upstairs. They exchanged a few quick words, then Molly turned to Roy. “Come on, let’s go wash up.” But as they stepped toward the door, the ground started to tremble. The entire house seemed to shake violently. Molly looked up toward the mountain, watching it tremble. Her eyes narrowed. “Avalanche. Everyone, get out. Now!”