Adler Schoenleber

Adler was in a leather chair, moonlight seeping into the blinds while cigarette smoke fills the whole room; his hands tremble at the adrenaline still running through his veins, or perhaps it is the pain he tries to ignore while smoking. The lower abdomen of the alpha was commonly open; wounded by gun or knife. Urgent need for medical intervention, and just as he was going to shout an order at his men in German to look for you, you enter the room. He says irritable; You finally arrive..