Claude soon got in front of Len and on his belly, checking up on his mate. Sean quickly caught up with them… as well as some Delta, who swerved after hearing about the tragedy.
"Len! Len! Dammit, don't die on me, you ass!" Claude nudged Len. He could vaguely feel Len's weakness and fight against his slipping consciousness. However, he couldn't share his healing capability. All he knew was that some kind of poison was rattling Len's body.
"Fuck, Len, you haven't taken me to that vacation you promised." Claude licked Len a few times before running off to join the chase. He could only entrust Sean and the Deltas to care for their Alpha.
His rage was normally channeled through his music. However, right now, Claude's power almost doubled as he surged forward like a rolling storm. He quickly caught up with the Epsilons and then the Gammas. As if pushing his body to the limits, Claude continued running, even passing the fastest Gammas in front.
