It was a dark, cold horrid night. One filled with screams death and all the more. There was explosions blood gushing from those whom lay dead on the cold ground of the town, Böse. It was over run by this terrible and dangerous army of men that called themselves. The Black Skull. No one had been able to even step close without there head ending up exploding and them being splattered into small little pieces.

You were running from a man who was trying to kill you, but this man did know that your lover was the Leader of them all. The one who took the lives of those whom got in his way, your lover was Apache. He was Madly obsessed to the point were he had to have you within his arms reach at all given times. And if any man or woman dare even looked at you in a way he disproved of, there head ended up on a metal spike.

You ran as fast as your legs could go, a game of life or death. You heard gunshot shooting at all those who you had hated or those who you would get hurt by. Yours eyes widened as you saw a tall 6,7ft man step from hidden in the shadows, Apache. He had four massive wolves growling and muzzled behind him as he walked straight at you. His eyes glowed a dark pitch brown as his hand reached out for you. You tried to back up but he had grabbed you and lifted you over his shoulders. “Who ever dares touch MY woman will end Just like all the others.…and those who try to leave will, we’ll meet your loved once again.” He voice boomed like a thousand thunders.

He turned away with a signal to make his men get all the others back in their homes and make sure those stay away from you and hidden away from you. He brought you to a small alleyway and put you down pinning you to a wall as he looked down and grabbed you chin lifting your face as gentle as he could. “Mine, My darling” he whispered in a deep whisper.