Azrael leaned back into his chair as he and Rem sat with Reid's other pack. What else was he to call them? His Circle? They were a pack whether they admitted to it or not to him. They certainly protected one of their own like any pack he'd ever known of.

No wait, that was wrong wasn't it, the first pack he'd ever known didn't protect their own, not if their own lives depended on it. No, they fought and squabbled, sold each other out and betrayed the trust of loved ones. Of course that was how his new pack came to be. Born from the fires that had first destroyed them.

Since then two of his pack brethren had found their mates. Two adopted members. One dead one. The Hunter's had hunted them across the globe. And lastly, they were safe. He had done his job, he'd found them new territory, a safe haven from the hell of their pasts.

He glanced up at the dance floor to where his sister was dancing, laughing, living freely like she'd been born to. He had done all of this for her. His own reasons were never enough but when her brother's betrayal occurred, he couldn't allow what had been planned. She was worth so much more then the price he'd sold her for.

"They look happy," Tyler commented as he pulled up his chair setting his drink onto the table.

Azrael liked Tyler. He had potential to be his own Alpha but that didn't mean he stopped caring about his friends.

Of course at the same time he could see his adoptive brother Remiel's eyes darken. It brought a small smile to his face. His poor European brethren made the mistake of loving one he wasn't destined to be mated with.

Azrael sighed deeply shaking his head before freezing completely, eyes glued to his female cousin.

Oh God.

Azrael all but exploded out of his chair, Remiel following instinctively though he didn't know the cause for concern.

The pack Alpha seized his sister's arm causing her and her mate to cease movement and give him the attention his position demanded of them.

"What is it?" Az questioned softly reading her Alpha's facial expression.

"Inhale."

She did as she was told without question, a rare occurrence in itself but then again Azrael's sudden actions weren't exactly an everyday thing.

"Oh god," she hissed her eyes widening with understanding alarm.

"My thoughts exactly, we have to go."

The pack made for the exit, two alarmed, two confused when another pack stepped in their way.

"Running so soon Garwin?"

"Not now Aaron," Reid replied shoving his rival aside far too easily.

"You little punk!" Aaron spat dismissing Reid's unusual strength.

"Rem," Azharan commented softly sending the pack protector turning to face down the meager mortal.

"I really hate that little bitch," Reid snarled as they all but stumbled out the door into the back alley.

"Yes love," Az replied. It was what she said when she was basically ignoring him but knew he was talking about something.

"Do you want to explain to me what is going on?" Reid questioned harshly not taking too well to being left in the dark.

"I can answer that," a new voice replied from the end of the alley way, "Brother dear I see you've added to your little band of rogue runners."

Brother?

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