"What do we have here?" Low, chuckling snarl sounded in Wolfram's ear. Wolfram slowly put Bleddyn down, straightening up, his back still to the voice."Turn around, child. Or the girl dies."He heard a gun being pulled out."If that's what you want, Mapleshade."Quickly, he spun on one heel to face her, at the same moment a fist slamming into her cheek, one foot kicking her to the ground.
The physopathic furry let out a pained screech, the gun falling beside her. Wolfram shot forward, grabbing the gun. He raised it toward Mapleshade, his eyes narrowed. His hand trembled slightly, his finger on the trigger."Let us out of here, or I'm going to kill you, just like you killed my mother."He hissed.