Snippet #1764896

There is something not right about tonight. Tess huffed, and paced around the giant oak tree for the fourth time. Antonica glanced over at the young pup, hardly a teenager by all rights, impatiently awaiting the return of her older brother. She was cute, for a red-pelted wolf. At least she didn't have to clean hers every five seconds.
It's in the air, can't you smell it? The pup insisted. It was just the two of them in the vicinity, waiting to relieve the previous guards from patrolling. It was also poor little Tess' first time on patrol. The pup had a lot to learn still.
That's the Vampires. They dominate the night, remember? Antonica replied with a small smile. She smelled them too; they smelled like blood and death. But instead of using that as a means to avoid them, Antonica used it as identification. She, personally, much preferred the scents of humans and those fallen angels. Fallen angels smelled sweet. While none of them could ever recall anything about the afterlife, Antonica would bet money- if money mattered these days- they smelled like heaven. Like God, or whoever, sprayed them with whatever that lovely perfume was right before He pushed them from his clouds.
First, came the deafening crack of a gun. A howl pierced the air just seconds after the blanket of pure dread and fear clouded her mind. Something was wrong. Something terrible was wrong. Stay here. Antonica ordered Tess with a growl, and took off. Her pelt was such an unnatural shade of white that it almost glowed as she ran through the forest. For that reason, she rarely took night watches.
Antonica saw the scene in her mind's eye before she arrived. She also felt the pain of that gunshot. She wished that she could put her pack members to peace, but the fallen angels needed as many souls as they could get, and since vampires had none, it boiled down to her pack and the humans.
Antonica finally arrived; the scene was more heartbreaking while she was physically there than when she just saw it in her head. Heartbreaking because it paralleled to something in her memory. Heartbreaking because she could feel every bit of their pain- physical and emotional. Times like this made her hate being the alpha. Quietly, she morphed out of her wolfskin and approached the couple- Daniel and Katie. Katie had been shot... with silver.
"Daniel." Antonica spoke softly. He wouldn't take his eyes from her, his wife, laying on the ground, the silver bullet wound in her chest made her veins stick out of her skin in a sickly gray that looked black. The bullet was embedded in her stomach area. She didn't have much time.
"Daniel." Antonica ordered. He shook his head, not wanting to look away from Katie. Her beautiful brown hair lost its luster quickly, and started to look withered. "You have to take her to the angels. She is gone."
"Command me to." He was desperate, distraught. Antonica hated giving orders, but she knew Daniel probably wouldn't move until she did. Losing the one you imprinted on was just as awful as dying. If not worse.
"Take her to the angels. Don't watch them when they take her. Return to me." She commanded.
His mood changed to bitter relief. Katie's dying eyes fell to Antonica's- a horrible sight. Antonica fought to keep her eyes clear of forming tears. Gently, she placed a hand on the dying woman's forehead. "Sleep, my child. Feel no pain." Daniel changed to his wolfskin, as Antonica lifted Katie onto his back and tied her hands together quickly around his neck so she wouldn't fall off.
There is someone out there with silver bullets. I want the rest of you inside. Now.
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