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The scent of wolves in the air increased drastically to Owens well practiced nose as a foreign group from another pack entered the area. He had only a few moments ago picked up his brothers scent and was preparing for that reunion when he noticed the enemy wolves encroaching. Besides that, the humans were preparing to convince the townspeople to go with them to the holding. Sighing inwardly, Owen pressed onward, heading towards his brother and hoping to get far enough ahead to have some time with him.
Fear was in the air and with the smell and the noises, Owen knew that there was a fight going on with a human near by. Probably enemies fighting over a meal, thought it could be anything and he didn't have time to worry About it, although the smell of blood made his adrenaline pump.
A glint of light revealed his brother coming out of the darkness. Owen dismounted and they stood chest to chest across the small clearing. Owen blinked slowly and Aiden not at all. Both were in human form, but prepared to change at a moment's notice. Aiden bared his teeth and spat at the ground in front of Owen, showing without words exactly what he thought.
The energy in the air was palpable and charged so that it almost felt touchable. A little ways away a scream tore through the night. The enemy wolves had found the humans, he knew it probably wasn't his people since the alpha had ordered the town spared for information gathering. For preparation for a greater attack to take out the heart of the vermin.
A choice lay in front of Owen and he knew that if he didn't act soon, one way or the other, he would lose his chance to have an effect on the way things happened.
Aiden on the other hand felt the chill of utter surety and it radiated from him. He was going to attack his brother. It mattered very little whether he was guilty. Even if he was still on their side, he knew that the Alpha would agree that he deserved a good beating for keeping them all in the dark for so long. So they would fight, then perhaps they would talk, but first they would fight.
Well I’m not there all the time, you know : Some people, some people, some people,
call it insane, yeah they call it insane. I play Russian roulette everyday, a man’s sport,
with a bullet called life, yeah called life!:
:You know that every time I try to go : where I really want to be,
It’s already where I am, : cause I’m already there!
<KyojoKen>: What does riding a bicycle have to do with making love on a couch?
<Vlad>: NOBODY
