Monica looked around, a deep frown on her face as she waited for them to return. It was taking them long. Longer than she had expected. Things didn't seem to be going too well. She contemplated going inside, but decided to wait. She had to trust Viktor. Trust was the key. Trust your pack, Monica, she told herself. "Calm down. Blake could be a good guy. Maybe everything is fine, and Viktor just wants to stay around till the end of the date. Don't judge people based on drugs and age, Monica," she muttered to herself. But when the sound of blazing guns caught her ears, she stepped out of the jeep. "You know what? Scratch that." She bolted towards the building, her claws ready to cut something.
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"Holy s**t!" Blake yelled, as he started to shoot. Viktor growled, dodging his bullets wi
