Evangeline Sutton's Story

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"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will get you everywhere else. Albert Einsten."

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If the Ideal Gas Law is PV equals nRT, than that means that P one times V one, divided by n one which is multiplied by T 1, also equals P two times V two, divided by n two multiplied by T two, where in P equals Pressure, V equals Volume, R equals Rate, and T equals Time. When Thermodynamics are applied to this equation, it instead changes to omega G equaling omega H minus T omega S.

Puffing out a heavy sigh, Eve dropped her pencil and worked her aching fingers. Exhaustion held her body and brain, but a quick look at the clock told her all that she needed to know.

She had, once again, stayed up all night studying.

Closing her eyes and groaning, she let her head fall back onto the back of her chair. Oh how she desperately wanted to crawl into her soft, fluffy bed and close her eyes, if only for a few minutes. But alas! It was not meant to be.

"Why me," she whimpered out, a soft pout jutting out her lower lip and her nostrils scrunching up a bit. Throwing her hand into the air, she studied the back of it as her ceiling light shone through the cracks between her fingers.

Another day.

And another.

And another.

Day after day, year after year - none of it mattered, because nothing ever changed. Not really, that is. People act as though everything remains the way it was minute by minute.

But in reality, everything is constantly changing everywhere - both around us ... And inside of us.

A soft whisper of a sound skirted into the window frame and, quirking her head to the side, she pulled from her heavy thoughts to glance in that direction. When her eyes landed on the small creature laying there, she chuckled and rose from her chair.

"Did you eat too many mice again, Freira?" she laughed. The slightly-chubby and baby red fox peeked open one of its eyes to stare at her from her little bed on the floor beside her bed. She had her own little bed, with a tiny but plush and soft blanket and cushion that she had hand-sewn for the critter. Her little toys were scattered throughout the room, strewn here and there in the process of her play.

Evangeline had happened upon the little girl during one of her training exercises in the woods about, oh, say two months ago? Some trapper - she thought of the word with quite an amount of disgust in her mind - had set a bear trap and had snagged a fox instead - a baby, nonetheless. One that was promptly abandoned by its mother due to its age and injury.

One that was the sweetest creature alive.

She had pitched a complete fit until her parents allowed her to keep her once Freira had healed and been rehabilitated - as Eve so often did with injured animals. Eventually, of course, her mother had caved and was quickly followed by her father, who could never resist going along with her mother.

So, two months later Freira was healed - much to Eve's relief - and despite a small limp that would undoubtedly remain for the rest of the foxes life, she was none-the-different. She was still able to run and maneuver well enough, so Eve was more than happy to allow the little girl to have free reign to come and go whenever she wished.

Fighting back the urge to give the wall an extra window, she patted her head and ruffled her fur.

"I have to get to breakfast, otherwise the parental units will kill me," she drawled out, winking at the small creature before ruffling its fur and pulling away. "Watch the room for me, okay? Don't invite too many friends over," she joked. Freira stared at her curiously before dropping her had back onto the bed and immediately falling asleep once more.

Rolling her eyes, she stifled a sigh and grabbed her messenger bag, sketchbook, and ukulele. A glance at the enormous cage with wide open doors and the flutter of wings was heard. Her small Eclectus, Agent, took off from his perch and landed on the top of her head. A few small movements later and she began scampering from the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

The smell of bacon immediately wafted into her nostrils, and when her mouth began to water immediately, she quickened her pace so as to reach the kitchen more quickly. As she did, she heard the faint sound of voices, which grew louder with each footstep. She glided right past Charlie, who stood in the shadows just outside of eye shot of the kitchen, ignoring the small bickering enfolding the room. As soon as she entered, however, Calvin made his exit. Since his back was to her, she made a face that involved a disgusted scowl, discretely stuck her tongue out after him, and itched the bridge of her nose with her middle finger.

Aziel wasn't the only one that found the man to be a disgusting cretin.

"Morning, oh-so-glorious parental units," Eve sang, a bit of sarcasm in her voice but the smile of someone only joking on her face. Snagging a piece of bacon from the fryer, she shoved it into her mouth, snagged a plate, and piled about five or six pancakes on it. She scampered to the table so as to remain out of her mother's snatching reach when the woman attempted to snag the plate and place vegetables on it.

Yanking out the chair at the large table, she dropped her plate on the table and plopped down directly beside her brother, her bag and ukulele on the floor beside her chair. When her knock on his shoulder gained her no response, she leaned completely over and shoved half of her body across his lap, her arms flailing out around him.

"Answer me, oh brother dearest! Darling, loving brother of mine, how I missed you overnight! I yearned to see your loving face once daylight broke," she chorused, her voice echoing in the large room.

♫ Touch of Grey ♫

Scented candles filled the air of Russell's bedroom as he sat there Indian style in perfect silence on his bed. He breathed deeply, focusing on the smells of his room, letting everything else drift away. He ignored the sounds he could hear coming from the kitchen as his pack mates began to stir, as well as the smell of Mrs. Sutton's cooking. He continued to breath in and out. "Uniți în ceartă, împreună în pace. United in strife, together in peace." He repeated to himself. It was a sort of a old family motto, one that is often repeated for meditation purposes.

'LET. ME. OUT! YOU WASTE TIME PLAYING HOUSE WITH THESE MUTTS WHILE THE HUNTERS ROAM FREE! BLOOD DEMANDS BLOOD!' The grating voice of his wolf howled in the back of his mind. Russell took in a deep breath, focusing on his sense of smell. 'An eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind Fluffy. We looked for I don't know how long, we lost their scent. There is nothing we can do.' He argued with his wolf. He merely heard a low growling in the back of his mind. 'YOU CAN'T HOLD ME BACK FOREVER! I WILL HAVE A OCEAN OF HUMAN BLOOD!'

After a few minutes of growling, and snarling Fluffy finally began to settle down, well enough so for him to be able to think. Meditation does help quite a bit, he should have a few hours before he gets rowdy again. And then he'll have to meditate more. Such is his life now. Russell hopped up off his bed, and began blowing out the candles in his room. He had been awake for hours now, and he was already fully dressed with his torn blue jeans, and favorite Nirvana shirt. He grabbed his leather jacket, and was out his bedroom door.

Russell put on his jacket, and took out a pack of cigarettes, and his silver zippo lighter. Russell shook his pack of cigarettes, making one pop up. He picked it up with his mouth, and lite up. He placed the rest of his pack back in his jacket pocket. As he approached the kitchen area where everyone was gathering up he continued to flip open, and close his lighter. Once he was in sight he stopped, and put his lighter back up in his pocket. "Good morning. Mrs. Sutton, Mr. Sutton, Charlie, Aziel, Evangeline." He greeted them all with a nod.

Russell made his way to the nearest window, and leaned next it. "I'm not hungry. I've already ate, but thank you for the breakfast Mrs. Sutton." Russell explained. Though Russell has been apart of the pack for about a year now he still refers to Jason, and Rachelle as Mr., and Mrs. Sutton, despite protests to refer to them as otherwise. Russell cracked open the window he was next to so he could blow the smoke from his cigarette out of it. A few complaints have been said to him about his nasty habit.

Russell looked over at Aziel, and Evangeline with a raised eyebrow as she was flailing around on top of him like a child. 'AND THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ALPHA'S CHILDREN?! PATHETIC! A USELESS DRUNK, AND A CHILD?! THEY COULDN'T BE HALF THE ALPHA WE WOULD BE!' His wolf snarled in his mind. Russell clinched his jaw, and uncomfortably rolled his head on his shoulders as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Uniți în ceartă, împreună în pace. United in strife, together in peace." He muttered softly to himself to calm himself down. He then took in a deep puff of smoke, and slowly exhaled it.

He looked back over at the others. "Did anything interesting happen at the gathering last night?" He asked. Russell hadn't showed up at the gathering last night, not even bothering to make a quick appearance. Nope, he spent most of his time out in the woods, only sneaking back in after everything had died down. Social events weren't his jam. He spent his night just relaxing under the night sky, gazing at the stars. Nice, quiet, and peaceful. Just the way he likes to enjoy his nights.

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"God doesn't create a lock without a key. Even the toughest doors can be opened - so long as you hold the ability to open it."

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"Good morning Eve - Charlie. Did the both of you have a good nights rest?"

Eve paused in annoying her older brother, perking up a bit to see her father over the edge of the table.

"Oh, I slept gloriously, father dear," she sang, easily hiding her lack of sleep - seeing as she was studying all night. Despite her front of a perky and energetic young woman, she was normally running on very little or even no sleep from studying throughout the nights. Whether it was wolf-related or school-subjects related, she tended to pull all-nighters quite frequently. It didn't matter if there wasn't a test or a quiz the next day; she was always determined to remain at the top of the classes. She had, of course, heard the whispers from the other wolf students - that she was only top of the class because of her pull with her mother and father. The fact was, however, that despite her airhead output, she was one of the most intelligent young woman throughout the packs. "I awoke to the beautiful chirping of the bird," she joked, her lips twitching at the corners in a smile.

Glancing up at her mother, Eve courageously fought down her laughter.

"And if I've told you once, than I've told you twice - no vegetables! I claimed long ago that I'm allergic and I'm holding to it," she insisted, pulling down her left lower lip and sticking the tip of her tongue out jokingly at her mother.

When crumbs started landing on her face, she sputtered and swatted at them in the air. "Hey! Rude!" she puffed, Agent tilting his head down at her. The small bird had come to rest on the table and peaked over its edge to see what the hullabaloo was about. "Agent - attack!" she sang out. The bird simply tilted its head to the other side, before turning and walking away with a flip of his tail as if to say, Nope, you got yourself into this mess. Good luck!

"Traitorous leach!" she cried as her brother flipped her from his lap, rising from the chair in one motion. With a loud squeak of surprise, she fell with a thud onto the floor, groaning as she made contact.

"Can't ... Move ... Think I'm ... Dead ..." she rasped dramatically, her arms and legs splayed out across the floor around her. When this gained her no sympathy, she sighed and pushed herself up, pulling herself into her chair.

"You know, you could've really hurt me doing that. I could've died," she drawled out, turning and jutting her nose up towards her brother. When this, too, didn't grant her any attention from him, she muffled out another sigh and turned her attention to one of the newcomers that had arrived during her theatrics.

"Morning, Rapunzel," she sang in greeting to Russell. Every few days or so she would come up with a new name to tease him about his over-grown hair, and every few days he would taunt her back, seeing as more times than naught he brushed aside her joking words. Standing from her chair in a lithe movement, she danced across the room, reaching around him from behind and plucking his cigarette from his fingertips. When he went to take it back, she scampered away and shook it in front of him, just barely out of his reach.

"You know, these things kill you. They don't call him Death Sticks for no reason," she pointed out, waggling her eyebrows. "Plus, they're disgusting to smell. I may not have made my transformation yet, but I still have a heightened sense of smell. The smoke is suffocating," she said. It was obvious she was trying to get on his nerves, while at the same time being a bit serious. Not only were cigarettes bad for him, but they also caused harm to those around him, and the ecosystem. Plus, they weren't biodegradable, meaning that they sat there and would rot for the next few hundreds of years.

Rolling her eyes, Eve skipped back over to him and placed the mouth part between his lips, making sure to get into his personal space. She felt a slight thrumming in the air between them, as though their attitudes were combating each other just as Negatives do when placed with other Negatives, and Positives with other Positives.

Tapping it slightly in the middle so that the ash showered down and and onto the outside of the windowsill, she smirked and gave him an exaggerated wink before scampering off once more.

"A few of the older members of the pack mentioned some discrepancies with the human town nearby. Apparently some of our members have been pushing their luck and getting a little much with them. Showing off their superior strength and such. If any of you have any plans to go into town I would advise you don't bring attention to yourselves."

Immediately Eve's attitude went sullen, a bit of annoyance radiating off of her.

"You know, not all humans are evil," she grumbled, returning to the table but remaining standing. "They just don't understand us is all. If we just offered to educate them, I'm sure that -"

A loud crashing sound cut her off, instantly perking up her senses and causing her to tense alarmingly. After a quick survey of the room, she relaxed, finding it to be Charlie being clumsy as usual and not some unknown assailant. As the surprise began to ease out of the room, Eve went over to Charlie, snatching at her wrist before she could grab the shards.

"Don't just bare-hand them, dummy," she teased, beaming a smile down at her. Dropping into a crouch, her black legs stretching across her toned legs in the motion, she patted the older girl's hand who reminded her much of a mouse instead of a wolf. "You'll just cut yourself. You should never pick up broken glass without anything to help you," she said logically. Releasing the girl's hand, she pushed herself up, skirted from the room, and returned moments later with a broom and a dustpan. Without another word, she quietly began to sweep up the broken glass.

Agent, on the other hand had remained on the table during the commotion. Finally he took off, having puppy-eyed his way into quite a bit of nibbles from those at the table, and dropped down on Charlie's leg. Quirking his head to the side, he peered up at her with his intense black eyes before squawking out, "Don't be sad. Be happy! Happy, happy, happy!" while fluttering his beautiful sapphire wings.

"Happy, please! Happy!"

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Russell merely brushed the nickname Evangeline gave him aside, paying little mind to her. If there's one thing he's learned when dealing with Evangeline it's that if you just ignore her she'll eventually just tire herself out, and find something else to preoccupy her time. That, and the fact that nothing he can say will bother her as much as saying nothing at all. And oh how she's bothered by it. 'Yeah well at least I don't look like goth metal puked on my head.' He mentally replied in his head. Of course he wouldn't say it out loud, he'd just give her the satisfaction.

When Evangeline came up behind him and snatched the cigarette out of his hand he merely glared her. He tried to take it back but she kept herself out of arm's reach. He groaned in annoyance, he wasn't amused. 'JUST GRAB THIS BITCH BY THE NECK, AND SQUEEZE UNTIL SHE STOPS THIS CHILDISH BULLSHIT!' His wolf growled in his head. Russell closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath, and exhaled to calm himself, and his wolf down. He rolled his eyes when she told him that smoking kills, not like he hasn't heard it a million times before, and will a million times after.

"Yeah, well old age is overrated." He stated in his ever straight, and serious tone. "And smoking can actually be a useful tool for a wolf. Helps dampen your sense of smell, works especially best when in big cities where there's a million and one stronger scents, and keeps you from getting overwhelmed." He added. He was reaching into his jacket pocket ready to pull out another in case she didn't want to give it back. Which wouldn't surprise him one bit. But she was apparently in a good mood as she decided to give it back to him.

As she placed the cigarette in his mouth he kept a straight face, not blinking or reacting to her attempts to get under his skin, even given her exaggerated wink. "Thank you Evangeline." He always made it a point to call her by her full first name, if only to just annoy her. His attention was brought to Jason as he brought up the fact that some of his fellow pack mates have been harassed by some humans. He clinched his left fist tightly, growing somewhat more tense, but not too noticeably.

When Evangeline began to talk about communicating with humans, being more active with them he rolled his head on his shoulders. He was obviously not too keen on that idea. But before he could say something Charlie had interrupted the conversation by dropping, and breaking a plate. The sudden crash of the plate took Russell by surprise, causing him to jump slightly, and grow visibly uncomfortable. 'HUMANS?! HUMANS?! THIS DUMB BITCH WILL HAVE US ALL LYNCHED! BET DADDY DEAREST IS GONNA CAVE IN TO HIS LITTLE GIRL. YOU SHOULD CAVE IN THAT POMPOUS ALPHA'S HEAD, SLIT HIS BITCHES THROAT, AND SHRED ANYONE IN YOUR WAY TO PIECES!'

Russell took in a deep breath, and exhaled. All this talk of humans was beginning to rile up his wolf. "Yeah, historically humans have been so kind, and accepting of those who are different." Russell uncharacteristically snapped. Russell ran his fingers through his hair, and huffed out a puff of smoke angrily. "I must have misunderstood the past.........thousands, upon thousands of years of human history. What was World War 2 about? Oh right! One group of as-" Russell stopped himself from saying anything else. "All I'm saying is if you don't learn from the past you're doomed to repeat it."

"Look, we can't expect them to care about us. When push comes to shove they will always pick there own over us. What we need to do is keep our head down, stay off their radar for awhile. Let things settle back into the norm." He suggested. Russell took in several deep breaths to try and keep his wolf settled down, who was just barking in his ear. "I....uh I'm going out. I'll just be walking around woods, be back later." He stated as he went out the door.

Charlie


"Don't just bare-hand them, dummy," Eve teased, beaming a smile down at Charlie. The younger girl dropping into a crouch, her black legs stretching across her toned legs in the motion, she patted Charlie's hand as if trying to be reassuring. To be honest it had the opposite effect. Charlie wasn't only embarrassed, now she felt like a child being told something she already should have known."You'll just cut yourself. You should never pick up broken glass without anything to help you." While Eve got up and went to fetch a broom, Charlie thought I'm using a dish towel not only my hands. I'm used to picking up broken objects. There was no malice in her inner thoughts. Merely a statement as she got up and pulled out two brown paper bags to put the broken glass in. She learned early on you never want to throw sharp objects away without putting them in something first. It was one of the few things her mother taught her before she was sent to live in the pack house.

Kneeling down again so Eve had less of a distance and chance to drop the large pile of glass swept into the pan, Agent dropped down onto her leg. Quirking his head to the side, he peered up at her with his intense black eyes before squawking out, "Don't be sad. Be happy! Happy, happy, happy!" while fluttering his beautiful sapphire wings. Great, even a bird is telling me to not be so gloomy. Today was not turning out to be great. She gave Agent a small smile, stroking his head to inform him she wasn't so much sad as uncomfortable. Her eyes shot up as Russell gave his opinion on humans. Charlie smirked to herself feeling she should probably stand by her fellow humans, but even she knew deep down she didn't quite see herself that way. It was them, humans, and us, wolves. Even though she technically hadn't shifted yet, she was still part of the pack. Still a wolf even if she was in a sleeping state.

She watched him. She could see him struggling inside, his wolf giving him problems. Although they never talked about it, hell they barely said two sentences to each other, she'd watched him long enough to know that he and his wolf weren't perfectly insyc. His usual composure snapped as he talked about humans and seemed to get more riled up the longer he spoke. Then he left out the back. He wasn't wrong per se. Just as wolves will choose their pack over anything else, most humans would choose their kind over werewolves. It was the way of the world. Humans were still racist towards each other, how could wolves expect humans to fully accept them? It was stupid, but it was how the world worked.

Once all the glass shards were double bagged, Charlie sealed it, placed Agent back on the table, and threw the bag in the trash. "Morning Phoebe." She greeted softly as she went to retrieve her Viola. She stared at it a moment, all desire to play it went out the window. She was too frustrated to try and practice a new instrument. Messing up and sounding terrible wasn't going to make her feel better. Bouldering would probably help settle her more than music right now. Placing her bag back on her chair, she went to get more juice, this time in a plastic cup, as she weighed her options for the day.

Jason Sutton

Jason leant his head on his hands as he spoke his concern regarding the pack's recent activities with the humans.

As he did Phoebe walked into the room and poured herself a cup of coffee greeting them.

"I would be happy to go down and take care of it" She said with a quiet intensity before she taking a sip of the coffee she poured.

Jason looked towards her nodded in greeting "Morning Phoebe, if you don't mind I think first and foremost some reconnaissance is needed. We need to figure out exactly what is happening and who is doing what before we take any action. I won't just take the elder members word on this, but I do trust your observations" he stroked his chin leaning back in his chair. As he spoke a clatter shattering interrupted his thoughts. Charlie had broken some glass, he was happy to see Eve helping her but her words on the humans caused him to frown.

Expectedly Russell did not appreciate them as he bluntly worded his opinion before leaving the room out of the back door. A voice pushed at the back of Jason's mind as he listened to the argument. 'His wolf has good reasoning for hating the humans. They are weaklings, we can overpower them with ease, their only strength is their numbers, there is no honor fighting that way' Jason's wolf spoke its mind to him.

Pulling a hand through his hair Jason Stood. "Evangeline, I understand your intentions mean well. But we can not educate humans they are not children. They understand their actions just as you and I do. Understanding is not the issue, it is accepting us that is the problem. Like wolves, yes there are those accepting and those not, just as we have pack and Rogues, they have their own internal differences. We must also accept them for who they are first. To do that, we must learn not to push their emotions by showing off our strengths against their weakness. This is easier for some wolves than it others. We all have a past with humans one way or another. Just like them, we need to accept them as they are. It will take both humans and wolves to break the barrier between us. As Alpha, it is my role to ensure we do not push against that barrier out of stubborn pride for what we are. Many of our members refuse to treat humans as equals. Yet, this is what we must do if we are all to have a brighter future with them."

Jason spoke addressing Evangeline but he intended his words to be heard by all of the young wolves in the room. It was a lesson that they needed to hear if they were going to lead the pack into the future.

"Phoebe, please could go you into town and investigate the situation?" he paused for a moment thinking. "In fact, I think it will be of good benefit if you all went into town with Phoebe. Follow her instructions and watch how the wolves causing this disturbance cause issues for our pack. Learn from their mistakes. I am trusting in all of you to grow as people and as wolves." he looked at them all meaningfully.

"Take care of the house and any visitors please dear" he wrapped an arm around Rachelle's waist kissing her cheek before leaving through the back door which Russell had left from.

Strolling towards the woods he followed Russell's scent to find him. Eventually, he came across the boy. "May I join you?" he asked trying to be calming for him. Jason knew of Russell's past well and understood the emotions he was probably feeling.

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Rachelle Sutton

As Phoebe entered the room Rachelle immediately began to put a plate together for her. As Jason spoke regarding setting up a reconnaissance she handed Phoebe the plate for her breakfast before moving back to the stove. Picking up the pans she moved to the sink and began to run the tap in order to clean them.

As the water splashed into the sink bowl a shatter made her jump ENEMEY ATTACK ?!? WHAT IS IT? PROTECT THE YOUNG ONES Rachelle's wolf jumped along with her before she turned around to see it was only a smashed glass that caused the noise.

Picking up a clean towel she wondering over to Evangeline and Charlie as they began to clear up the mess. However, she paused as the argument Russell began to make caused some tension in the room. She listened quietly as Jason spoke to them all. Making peace with the humans was something Jason had wanted since he was a boy. She knew he had many discrepancies with them, he understood the pain they caused but he also understood the necessity of co-operation if the future was going to be well lived.

Jason wrapped his arm around her waist as he finished causing her heart to flutter in familiarity for a moment. "Take care of the house and any visitors please dear" he spoke before pulling away.

"Yes, of course, I'll call you if something comes up" she smiled as he kissed her on the cheek before he went after Russell. Knowing Jason he probably wanted to ensure he was alright. He cared for all the wolves in his pack. With a heavy sigh, Rachelle continued walking towards Charlie who had just placed the bag of glass in the trash.

"You're not cut anywhere are you?" She asked concerned holding out her hand as a gesture that she wanted to check Charlie's hands were cut free. "These things happen I wouldn't worry about it" she smiled trying to make her less embarrassed about the whole mess. Charlie was a shy girl, much like she had been when she was a child. Rachelle understood she was probably feeling more than she let on.

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Aziel Sutton

"Traitorous leach!" Eve cried as Aziel flipped her from his lap, rising from the chair in one motion. With a loud squeak of surprise, she fell with a thud onto the floor, groaning as she made contact.

"Can't ... Move ... Think I'm ... Dead ..." Eve gasped dramatically, her arms and legs splayed out across the floor around her. When this gained her no sympathy, she sighed and pushed herself up, pulling herself into her chair.

"You know, you could've really hurt me doing that. I could've died," she drawled out, turning and jutting her nose up towards Aziel.

Aziel raised an eyebrow at his sister. "You'll only ever die when this world grows too boring for you" he shook his head at his sister sitting back down at the table.

He immediately began to eat the beans and eggs that had been placed in front of him as Eve changed her attention to Russell. Aziel pitied him for a moment before his father began to tell them what had happened at the party last night. Aziel paused mid eating some Bacon as his father spoke.

"A few of the older members of the pack mentioned some discrepancies with the human town nearby. Apparently some of our members have been pushing their luck and getting a little much with them. Showing off their superior strength and such. If any of you have any plans to go into town I would advise you don't bring attention to yourselves."

Letting his fork drop onto his plate Aziel frowned as Eve began to talk of educating humans, before moving to help Charlie as a glass broke. Aziel leant back in his chair as Russell generating some comments in response to Eve's before he walked out of the room. Aziel had barely noticed what had been happening around him as his mind clouded for a moment, he didn't even register Phoebe enter.

The humans were distasteful to him. He had been in many a bar fight with them when they made passing comments to him in regards to his species. However, he had never openly caused the arguments. He always stuck to himself, not going out of his way to make it known he was a wolf. It was unseemly to him to show off his strength to those weaker than him. In fact, he considered that a weakness in itself. To be strong didn't require showing off your strength to those that don't have it.

As his father spoke to Evangeline he began to trail addressing the room more formally. Aziel listened intently as he father spoke about accepting the humans for who they are and the struggle it was going to be. In all honestly, Aziel agreed with his father's statement. But he believed his father was sometimes too optimistic in achieving his goals quite so soon.

"Phoebe, please could go you into town and investigate the situation?" Jason paused for a moment thinking. "In fact, I think it will be of good benefit if you all went into town with Phoebe. Follow her instructions and watch how the wolves causing this disturbance cause issues for our pack. Learn from their mistakes. I am trusting in all of you to grow as people and as wolves." he looked at them all meaningfully.

Aziel sighed pulling a hand through his brown hair, scratching a spot on his chest. "alright, we'll go and 'observe'" Aziel rolled his eyes. He was fully aware of the human world and the way they treated wolves. But he was slightly interested in seeing how some of the pack had been treating them, curious to know who was being such an idiot. "these two are going to be trouble though if something happens. They can't exactly protect themselves yet can they?" he gestured towards Charlie and his sister Evangeline.

Rachelle was checking Charlie for any cuts at the moment Evangeline was being Evangeline. Aziel hadn't noticed any blood on the small girls hands. He hadn't been surprised that she broke the glass, though. He had slowly learned living with the mousey girl that she had a tendency to be a little clumsy. At first, it had slightly concerned him, he was worried she may accidently break something valuable in the house. But now he was just amazed she hadn't managed to injure herself yet.

"I imagine Father wants Russell to join us as well, so what would you suggest be our assault method?" Aziel asked Phoebe. If the two of them who didn't yet had wolves were attacked it would be difficult for Phoebe alone to protect them all and gather information for his father all at the same time. Especially if they were grouped upon by the humans. They couldn't exactly kill the humans, it was a very big No under his father's rules which would make it much more difficult to keep them safe if anything happened. It's far easier to kill someone then knock them out.

Charlie


Charlie had just put the her cup of water down when Rochelle took the younger girl's hands in her own. "You're not cut anywhere are you? These things happen, I wouldn't worry about it." Charlie knew the Alpha was only trying to lessen the embarrassment. She connected with Rochelle better than most because Rochelle had been shy just like Charlie was now. However, this was one of the times she wished no one reacted as they had. She was without a doubt clumsy. Everyone knew it, her family teased her endlessly for it (some more cruelly than other). It made her insides rattle and freeze whenever someone tried to help her or make sure she was okay. Especially when other people were around to watch her. Realistically Charlie understood Eve and Rochelle were only trying to be nice, however the illogical part of her mind didn't see it that way. It made her feel like she was a failure. Nonetheless, she gave a small smile to her surrogate mother (she never admitted this out loud) as a thank you.

Shaking her head, Charlie replied, "No, I have basically mastered the art of picking up broken object without wounding myself. Thank you though." I believe I am the new record holder of breaking things. The least I can do is know how to effectively and efficiently clean up the mess with as little blood as possible. She smiled at the older woman, gently withdrawing her hands. She turned her head to listen as Jason suggested that everyone go into town to investigate the situation at hand lead by the pack's Beta. Charlie couldn't exactly refuse the Alpha's order and nodded. Her eyes drifted down at Aziel's comment about her and Eve being trouble if something happens. Although not voicing it out loud or showing any signs to the differ, she was actually quite offended. I'm not exactly a liability. I may not have the added bonuses that come with being a wolf, but I have learned to protect myself. I walk the town alone often... I know the basics of defend and evade. What trouble is he planning to get into? She thought better of her question however knowing how often he came back from a fight.

Finally placing her cup in the dishwasher, Charlie walked over to her viola case. "Let me change and I will be ready." Her faded well worn sweatpants and shirt were not appropriate for being out in public. Lounging around the house or practicing in the woods: Yes. Being seen by people other than the pack: Definitely no. She would never purposely make the pack look bad. Taking the stairs two at a time, Charlie quickly went to her room and quickly put together an outfit. As she walked back down stairs, she pulled her hair out of its messy bun and put on her beanie. "Ready, when everyone is." She muttered softly, her fingers quietly and unconsciously playing a melody on the kitchen table.

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"Nowadays ... People know the price of everything, and yet ... The value of nothing."

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"If the world ever grew so boring that I were to die, I'd be glad that I did, because living in a boring world is like living in nothing at all," she quipped in response to her brother's comment.

Eve ignored the fact that Russell had called her by her full name, and his lack of response to her taunting. Instead, she focused on finishing up cleaning the broken glass, giving the task back to Charlie as she double bagged and threw it away. Agent teetered across the table, stealing little pecks of food as he went and darting away when he was caught, crying Innocent! Agent never here! Innocent! as he went. Eve snorted a bit in laughter at her bird's antics, rolling her eyes as he took off from the table finally and came to rest on the bird perch that she had built inside of the kitchen. With a fluff of his wings and his beautiful feathers, he tucked his face underneath his arm and promptly fell asleep, despite the loud volume filling the kitchen and dining area.

It was only then that Eve noticed Phoebe's appearance and, without a word, she nodded to the older woman. It wasn't that the two of them didn't get along; they simply didn't pay mind to each other. That didn't mean that she wouldn't be polite and greet her when she entered a room.

"Evangeline, I understand your intentions mean well. But we can not educate humans they are not children. They understand their actions just as you and I do. Understanding is not the issue, it is accepting us that is the problem. Like wolves, yes there are those accepting and those not, just as we have pack and Rogues, they have their own internal differences. We must also accept them for who they are first. To do that, we must learn not to push their emotions by showing off our strengths against their weakness. This is easier for some wolves than it others. We all have a past with humans one way or another. Just like them, we need to accept them as they are. It will take both humans and wolves to break the barrier between us. As Alpha, it is my role to ensure we do not push against that barrier out of stubborn pride for what we are. Many of our members refuse to treat humans as equals. Yet, this is what we must do if we are all to have a brighter future with them."

Eve frowned at her father's and Russell's words, her air of a constant good mood slowly growing sullen instead. Although her father was, for the most part, correct, her pride warred against her ability to admit to such. Whether this was simply her personality or if it was her hidden wolf showing a bit of it's only characteristics was unbeknownst to her, but she honestly cared very little as to which it was. Russell, on the other hand, was clearly speaking out of anger and hatred, not through that of a clear head or logic.

"There's pushing understanding and then there's showing them that they have no reason to fear us," she ground out, her mood obviously one of annoyance and a bit of anger. "Just because I'm not technically an adult yet, and just because I haven't gone through my own change yet, doesn't mean I'm stupid or a child!" she snapped, glaring at the few in the room who had voiced their anger over her opinion. "Maybe if we didn't ostracize ourselves from them and showed them that we aren't going to hurt them unless provoked, then maybe it would help push forward a change between our balances. Because right now, our races are teetering very precariously on the edge of a war - one the likes of which none of us has ever seen or heard of."

"These two are going to be trouble though if something happens. They can't exactly protect themselves yet can they?"

Clenching her fingers into fists, she turned a glare onto her older brother, her anger from the past few years of his absence reaching a boiling point.

"And as for you," she began, approaching the table and placing her hands on the edges, curling her fingers into the wood and nearly breaking her nails in the process. "You have no right to make assumptions on my capabilities as either a wolf or a person. You don't know me. You couldn't possibly know anything about me! I can't protect myself? Oh, I'm sorry. I seemed to have forgotten all about the years of Martial Arts and Hand to Hand Combat that I've been trained in. I've also forgotten about my training in strategics, Crossbow, and Archery, too."

Leaning closer to him, she glared into his eyes, her teeth ground tightly together.

"Don't you dare pretend to know anything about me, Big Brother, when you haven't been there to see or even bother to get to know me," she snapped. "I'm not the one who left, and I'm not the one who abandoned his family."

With that, she turned and let out a soft, short whistle. Agent perked up, jerking awake, fluttered his wings, and quickly swooped from the perch to her shoulder. Without another word and headed towards the door, pausing only to look back and over at Phoebe.

"I'll be outside in fifteen minutes. Right now, though? I can't even stand to be in here. The air's too toxic," she growled, shooting a dagger-eyed look over at her brother. Stepping outside, she slammed the door just shy of hard enough to crack it.

Once on the other side of the door and the breeze began to slowly drift across her face, Evangeline loosened her clenched fists, only then realizing that her nails had dug so deeply into her palms that blood had begun to speckle out of her skin. Looking down and into the creamy white of her hands, she pressed her lips firmly together, her fingers blurring. When she pressed one fingertip to her eye, it came back with a tear on it.

A burst of anger shot through her. Flinging her hands away from her face, she took off towards the small crick near the mansion of a house. She obviously couldn't stay there long - she had to be at the meeting point in front of the house in fifteen minutes - but there was no way in Hell she was going there to meet everyone when she was as angry as she was.

Reaching the crick, she rolled up the bottoms of her pant legs and wadded in so that she was ankle-deep in the cold water. Instantly her skin prickled with goosebumps, a dull ache entering her bones from the chill of the stream. The stones below her naked feet felt smooth, and the sound of nature surrounded her. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back so that her face was to the sky.

Almost instantly she felt her anger and irritation draining from her body. In replacement of that was a mixture of calm serenity and a bit of hurt.

Hurt over her brother abandoning her.

Hurt over the harsh words that Russell had dealt out.

Hurt over the insinuation that she was incapable simply due to her age and lack of a shift from human to wolf form.

Tears pricked at the back of her eyelids, feeling hot and wet against the corners of her eyes. Opening them, she stared up at the still-brightening morning sky. Agent had flown down to the water and splash around in it, chirping and singing in the morning air, and she dropped her head so that she could watch him do so.

Although he was just a bird and there were millions of his species flitting throughout the world, he was one of a kind. He understood more than most birds, and was more in tune with humans and werewolves than people gave him credit for. Even though when he spoke it was the jilted, childish way of a creature with very little advancement in its vocal chords, he still spoke with the literacy of people, and was constantly there for Eve when she needed him to be.

He knew he had his freedom if he were ever to want it, and he was allowed to come and go as he pleased, but he still chose to stay with her.

Unlike those she was expected to call 'family'.

Her brother had abandoned her. Her parents put up with her because she was their daughter. She knew that she annoyed Charlie. Phoebe could barely tolerate her. And Russell thought of her as a child.

Granted, she acted like a child for the most part, but that was only because it helped bring an air of enjoyment to a room, no matter what anyone said about it. Even if people denied it, she tended to brighten a room when she entered it. That was her goal, after all.

Wading over to the bank of the crick, she dropped down into the grass, drawing her knees up to her chest.

"I'm not a stupid, insolent little brat like they all think," she said quietly, staring at Agent as he washed himself in the water. Tears threatened in her eyes again and she tightened her lips so as to avoid allowed her lower one to tremble. "They all act as though they're better than me. As if I don't know anything and I'm lacking in the intelligence department. I'm not stupid, and I'm not a liability," she whispered, tightening her arms around her knees. "I can take care of myself. I'm intelligent enough to do so, too."

Burying her face in her arms, she closed her eyes and spent the next few minutes steadying her emotions and her breathing. She knew she had time to do so - it had only been about five minutes, and she didn't need to change her clothes - so she took advantage of her lull in the morning events.

♫ Touch of Grey ♫

When Jason asked to join him on his little stroll Russell looked at him apprehensively, he was unsure it was a good time to be around him. But he eventually nodded in compliance, he was the alpha after all. How could he refuse him? "I'm sorry I lost my temper. It shouldn't have happened." Russell sighed as he took a big puff of his cigarette. "It's just.....I don't know, with my wolf it feels like I'm on a raft during a hurricane. Just barely being able to keep afloat." He explained. "And Evangeline is just......well you know what she's like."

"But still, I shouldn't have let my frustration get the better of me. I'm sorry." He added. He wasn't going to excuse his behavior, he had to own up to it. A small chuckle left his lips as he thought about what his mother would say at this moment. "Focus on what you can control. Everything else will fall into place." He stated out of nowhere. "That was something my mother always told us." He explained. He found it quite interesting that the leadership of this pack was almost the reverse of his former one, with his mother being the fierce alpha, and his father the den mother of sorts.

As they continued to walk Russell didn't say another word. He was still thinking about the ones he's lost. "I should go apologize to her, shouldn't I?" He broke his silence followed by a heavy sigh. "Seeing the good in people isn't something that we should get upset over." He added as he ran his hands through his greasy brown hair. "I'm gonna go find her." He stated as he turned away from Jason. As he walked away he stopped for a moment, and turned his head back slightly towards Jason. "If you want me to go with the others into town I'll go." And with that he left him.

It didn't take him too long to track down Evangeline, she had a distinct scent to her. He found her, and bird next to a creek. Russell hid behind a tree, and listened in on what she was whispering to herself. He let out a soft sigh as he prepared to give her a pep talk, whether she wanted it or not. Russell came from behind the tree, and without a word sat himself down next to Evangeline to her right.

He just sat there for a moment, not saying a word as he stared at the flowing water. "Focus on what you can control, everything else will fall into place." He stated, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I let my emotions get the better of me." He apologized. "You see good in people. That's not always a bad trait to have. Me, I've seen too much bad in people to have any hope for them." As he talked he tucked some of his hair behind his ear so that the scar next to his right eye was in plain view.

"I envy that. I wish I could do that, see the good in people. But I can't." He added. "I envy a lot of things about you. You've still got a family, friends, people who care about you. Never take that for granted. Because before you know it, it all could turn to ash. I'd give anything for that again. Chances are I'm just gonna end up as some bitter old hermit living in the woods all alone, with no one to care about." Russell stated. Despite attempts being made Russell has never discussed his past to anyone other than Jason, and Rachelle, this was the most he has shared to anyone else.

"You want to be alpha right? Well, that means putting your pack before all others. You do what's best for them, and not worry what others think. Though I might not agree with you about how to handle humans, if you think it's right then don't stop. To hell with what others think. Leadership is about making the hard calls that others can't." He stated as he got up off the ground. Russell ran his hand through his hair, covering his facial scar once again. "But you're not going to get anywhere pouting about it. Prove them wrong, prove me wrong. Leadership, true leadership is something earned by action." He said as he held out his hand to help her up. "Always remember, Uniți în ceartă, împreună în pace. United in strife, together in peace. That's what wolves are, what we are, and what you will be....Eve." He added with a slightest of smiles creeping up on the corner of his mouth.

As Jason left out of the back door after Russell Rachelle focused her attention back on Charlie.

"No, I have basically mastered the art of picking up broken object without wounding myself. Thank you though." Charlie shook her head at Rachelle answering her question if she had hurt her hand.

"Well good then" Rachelle smiled towards the girl "I'm glad you're alright. That's a good skill to have" she chuckled at Charlie's comment in regards to being able to pick up broken objects without wounding herself. That skill only comes from practice, which she knew Charlie must have as things had a tendency to break around her.

Releasing Charlie's hands so she could go and change Rachelle froze in place as the tension began to build up in the room. She listened to her daughter's reply to Jason and her verbal assault on Aziel. Though she understood her daughter's feelings, she must be hurt by Aziel. She loves him so and he was a little cruel doubting her capabilities like that, maybe she should intervene?

However before she had the chance Eve slammed the back door behind her as she too left. It was then she frowned at Aziel's response, she also understood his anger. He was hurt too by his sister's words.

Stepping forward Rachelle moved towards Aziel -

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Jason saw the apprehension in Russell as he asked to join him. Russell eventually nodded in compliance however so Jason moved to join him.


"I'm sorry I lost my temper. It shouldn't have happened." Russell sighed as he took a big puff of his cigarette. "It's just.....I don't know, with my wolf it feels like I'm on a raft during a hurricane. Just barely being able to keep afloat." He explained. "And Evangeline is just......well you know what she's like."

Jason listened carefully to Russell. "That's a well-put analogy Russell, I know it's difficult for you to keep in sync with your wolf. However, you mustn't be hard on yourself. You have never given up on the human part of you, you are who you are because you fight your wolves instincts. You strive to be better" Jason paused looked out into the forest for a moment. He thought something had moved for a moment, but when he didn't see anything again he decided to ignore it for the time being.
"Evangeline is as you say, she's Evangeline. She always means well, don't forget that. She may act strong most of the time, but she is a kind girl. She can have a tendency to talk before she thinks though" he sighed. "go easy on her. She will grow on you I promise." Jason looked towards Russell with a grin "She's grown on me since the day she was born, but then again I am her father, I could be bias" he chuckled. He had loved Eve from the moment she cried out as a baby. No matter what he would stand by her at her worse times, just as he would Aziel.

"But still, I shouldn't have let my frustration get the better of me. I'm sorry." Russell added. "Focus on what you can control. Everything else will fall into place." He stated out of nowhere. "That was something my mother always told us." He explained.

"Wise words indeed" Jason nodded in thought. "Your mother was a wise woman"

They continued to walk into the green lush forest in silence for a short time before Russell broke it. "I should go apologize to her, shouldn't I?" He broke his silence followed by a heavy sigh. "Seeing the good in people isn't something that we should get upset over." He added as he ran his hands through his greasy brown hair. [b]"I'm gonna go find her." He stated as he turned away from Jason. As he walked away he stopped for a moment and turned his head back slightly towards Jason. "If you want me to go with the others into town I'll go."

"I think you should go Russell. I believe it will be a good lesson for all of you too see how our own actions can affect the course of our future. How our treatment of humans will be returned if we do not show them the same respect we ask for Jason said as Russell turned to leave.

He was glad the boy had decided to apologise on his own. Jason knew despite his past Russell, like Evangeline, meant well with his actions. However, they both had much to learn if they were going to grow into capable adults who could help lead the pack into the future.

Looking ahead now that Russell had left, Jason straightening his posture and glared towards the spot in the forest he had seen something move before. It hadn't seemed natural enough to be an animal. He was glad Russell hadn't noticed. Getting out his mobile phone Jason made a call.

"Could you pop by the pack house?" he spoke to the person on the other end of the phone. "now if you can. I'll tell you when you get here Jason hung up after a few moments more. Taking another look back into the forest he gazed at the trees.

Something felt off. He didn't like it.

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“If Russell wants what is good for the pack he will follow his Alpha.” Phoebe said simply in reply to Aziel's question. “I suppose it won’t be that simple," she sighed but then grinned in Charlie and Evangeline's direction "maybe one of these pretty ladies around here can help coheres him...”

Aziel raised an eyebrow at Phoebe, was she trying to lighten the situation? He shook his slightly, couldn't blame her for trying he figured.

"Russell will only come if he truly wants too. I doubt one of these two could convince him" he grinned teasing them.

Aziel then leant back in his chair placing his hands behind his head. As he spoke in regards to Charlie and his sister not being able to protect themselves he noticed Charlie's subtle change in posture as her eyes looked downwards. He could feel her heart rate change slightly at his words. She was offended, that much he could tell. However, her shyness didn't allow her to voice it as she instead brushed him off and picked her viola case.

Protecting the pack is utmost importance. his wolf beckoned at the back of his mind.

“Besides, I believe that if need be these two will do the right thing and run…Your father knows what’s best” Phoebe said muttering. It was a quite voiced opinion but Aziel's wolf ears heard her words.

"Let me change and I will be ready." Chalie said before venturing away from the kitchen to change.
“Meet me out front in fifteen minutes.” Phoebe replied as she scraped her plate and washed it.

Aziel knew what he said may come off as rude, but he meant what he said. He got into fights often in town, he was used to fighting numbers. The humans always fought in groups, never alone. Without training or the strength of their wolf they would surely get hurt some way or another. He also knew that they sometimes picked fights unprovoked if they knew a werewolf when they saw one.
His face was unfortunately quite familiar in the town. He didn't want to risk pulling anyone into his personal history with some of the rougher humans. They knew to take on a wolf they needed numbers, they would use that to their advantage against wolves who hadn't developed their senses yet.

He worried for them, but he wouldn't say so as much. It wasn't in his nature.

However it was clear evangeline did not appreciate what he had said. After shouting at their father she quickly turned her attention to Aziel.

"And as for you," Eve began, approaching the table and placing her hands on the edges, curling her fingers into the wood.

Aziel dropped his hands from behind his head as she did so.

"You have no right to make assumptions on my capabilities as either a wolf or a person. You don't know me. You couldn't possibly know anything about me! I can't protect myself? Oh, I'm sorry. I seemed to have forgotten all about the years of Martial Arts and Hand to Hand Combat that I've been trained in. I've also forgotten about my training in strategics, Crossbow, and Archery, too."

As Eve let out her frustrations Aziel could hear her teeth grind as she leant closer towards him. He only frowned at her, annoyed at her quick response to anger.

"Don't you dare pretend to know anything about me, Big Brother, when you haven't been there to see or even bother to get to know me," she snapped. "I'm not the one who left, and I'm not the one who abandoned his family."

With that, she turned and let out a soft, short whistle. Agent her bird following behind her. Eve only paused for a moment to reply to Phoebe.

"I'll be outside in fifteen minutes. Right now, though? I can't even stand to be in here. The air's too toxic," Eve growled.

Aziel fist had clenched so tightly his short nails had dug into his skin. He rose from his chair slamming his fist on the table causing a shattering noise to echo through out the house. "Bluddy girl" he also growled.

"Does she think I left for fun?! Telling me I abandoned this family. Where did she get the idea I left because I wanted to abandon anyone? Has she not paid any attention to the pack in all this time?!" Aziel shouted in anger at no one in particular.

"Aziel!" Rachelle shouted back at him. "Calm down, she's just reacting because she felt hurt" Rachelle place her hand on Aziel's shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze.

Aziel felt his mother's calming gaze. He sighed his shoulders dropping, her kindness never faulted to calm his anger. "Didn't you tell her why I left?" he asked more calmly removing his fist from the table. A dent now resting on the black surface.

Rachelle half frowned taking a heavy breath. "Your father thought it best that we keep the reason you left private. We didn't want Evangeline to worry. She - " Rachelle paused for a moment. "she can be quick to be protective of those she loves without concerning her own safety" Rachelle pulled up a seat at the table glaring for a moment at the dent Aziel had made. She wasn't pleased about that.

"I figured as much" Aziel guilty looked at the dent. "Sorry." He apologised.

His mother shook her head at him. "You Can apologise to me later. For now, do as your father says and go with Phoebe. Make sure to talk to your sister too."

"It's not like I can refuse too go is it?" Aziel grinned at his mother.

Rachelle pursed her lips "Not if you want to eat tonight" she grinned back at him as Aziel got up and headed to the door way. "Aziel, Rachelle called before he walked away pausing him. "keep an eye on Charlie, she's not as confident as some of you" Rachelle said concerned. She wanted to be sure all of them would be safe, but she knew Aziel would look out for them if she asked.

"I dont have much of choice not to look out for them if their going to stay safe" Aziel replied "I'll make sure they're alright. Phoebe is with us too." he said about to leave.

Rachelle nodded before returning to clean the dishes they were left behind.

However, that's when Charlie returned after changing her clothes as she sat at the kitchen table. Aziel wondering how much she may have heard of his conversation with his mother.

The small girl had changed out of her sweat pants and had pulled her hair out its messy bun. A beanie hat now sat on her head. Aziel couldn't help but crack a smile. It amused him that she cared so much about her appearance that she would go such an effort to change when knowing they were heading to town. He personally was quite the opposite, he didn't care if he looked like a slob. His black t-shirt and jeans were enough for any occasion.

"Come on Charlie, Phoebe's reserved the front seat for you. Russell and Eve will be joining soon enough" he nodded his head towards the porch knowing she probably hadn't heard phoebe's voice from such a distance as she hadn't developed her wolf hearing yet.

Heading towards the porch Aziel felt a little guilt slime its way under his skin. He knew he had hurt his sister, he hadn't meant too. When they were kids he always looked out for her, more often than not he used to grab the back of her dress to stop her from tripping over her own feet and falling into a pile of mud. She was right that he hadn't been there the past 5 years, she had changed in that short amount of time. However, so had he. She was still the same fun-loving little sister she had always been deep down. He knew that, and he didn't like upsetting her, but he still meant what he said. Even if she did have self-defence training, training and using it in real life were two very different things. He wasn't trusting enough to leave her be alone in the human world yet. If she ever got hurt it knew he would only blame himself for letting her out of his sight.

As he reached the porch he saw Phoebe in her car indicating for Charlie to take the front seat.

"Guess I'll take the back then" he grumbled annoyed he missed calling shotgun.

♫ Touch of Grey ♫

Russell watch Evangelina as she took a moment to mull over his words. After a few moments she finally took his hand, and lifted herself up. When she abruptly jerked her head upwards, and stared into his blue eyes with her vivid, and wild eyes Russell kept a straight face, losing the small smile he was developing moments ago. As he looked into her eyes he could tell what she was trying to say, even if she wasn't going to say it out loud. Russell gave her a nod of approval. He sees the potential in Evangelina, while she wouldn't be his first pick for an alpha successor, he won't say she couldn't do the job, she just needed more experience.

When she brought her hand, and jabbed it into his chest he raised a curious eyebrow as he down on her. Upon her statement that she'd show him, and everyone else that they were wrong about her Russell let out a slight chuckle. "I guess we'll have to see. Saying, and doing are two different things." He stated, purposefully adding fuel to her already raging fire. Then she reached up, and tugged on his hair, causing him to growl softly at her.

Before Russell could say or do anything else she surprised him with a peck on the cheek. Russell looked at her in confusion as he touched where she had kissed him with his hand, and she turned away from him. As she turned her head back to face him he had abruptly brought his hand down to his side. When she used his actual name rather than just some silly nickname that she gave him he raised his eyebrow up once again in curiosity. "Yeah?" He replied as he cocked his head slightly, curious as to what would cause her to use his first name.

Russell clinched his fist tightly, and looked down to the ground as he listened to her talk. He looked back up, and before he could respond she was already on her way back to the house. Russell shook his head, and a smirk ever so slightly began to form on the corner of his mouth. He figured he had better follow suit, and head on back to the house to join back up with the others. 'YOU'RE PATHETIC! YOU KNOW WE SHOULD BE ALPHA, THAT CHILD COULDN'T LEAD SOMEONE OUT OF A WET PAPER BAG!' His wolf snarled in his head.

Russell took in a deep breath, and exhaled. "Maybe at one time, maybe at one time. But that was a lifetime ago, and too much has changed." He softly whispered to himself. Russell stopped in his tracks, and sniffed the air around him for a moment. He then brushed his hair behind his ear. 'YOU SENSE IT TOO? AN UNEASINESS IN THE AIR.' Russell's eyes darted around the woods surrounding him. Something was definitely off, he couldn't hear any animals anymore. Not a bird chirping, a squirrel rummaging around, nothing but an unsettling calmness.

Russell flicked his cigarette to the ground, and thoroughly stomped it out before he went on. He couldn't sense anything else out of the ordinary, there was nothing he could do. Perhaps it was just his paranoia. Whatever it was Russell put it in the back of his mind, and continued on his way back to the house. As he got there he saw Evangelina climbing into the van that the others had been piled into. Russell went over, and sat down in the seat next to Aziel. As he got in he looked forward at Phoebe, and Charlie, giving them a nod.

"Mr. Sutton wanted me to join you all in town." He stated. "Hope that's ok with you Miss Danica." He added with a slight cock of his head. He knew of the Beta's feelings towards him, her dislike, and mistrust of him, and it was something he in fact found comforting. He does not in fact dislike Phoebe like many others think, no he respects her and is glad that there is someone there keeping an eye on him in case he goes off the deep end, and loses control of his wolf. He likes that safety net she provides, and has no doubt that she'll do what is necessary if, or when the time comes. Russell then proceeded to buckle himself up.

Charlie


As the car moved through the street and eventually into town, Charlie stared out calming down from the slight anxiety from the hostility that still lingered in the car. This was familiar. Riding along the pack's house street towards the town she spent just as much time in as the house. Familiarity was key to calming her anxiety and the lull of the car was doing wonders. She could drive the route to the town with her eyes shut... if it wasn't dangerous or illegal. A smile formed as they passed streets and stores she knew too well. The tea shop she bought bubble tea. The park her friends and she would hang out at. The music store down a side road that was basically her second home. The people milled about like any ordinary day and to be fair to them it was. She even recognized a few, not that she waved or anything. Charlie even chuckled quietly as a little boy hopped happily along the side walk with an ice cream in hand. This was life and she loved seeing it.

Her anxiety-free mood was slightly killed when Phoebe parked the van outside a bar and grill she had never been in. With some caution, Charlie unbuckled and slipped out of the car somehow without stumbling. She slowly did a circle taking in her surroundings. They were in a part of town she had only walked through a few times. It was where werewolves frequented more than humans and since her friends mainly consisted of humans now, werewolf watering holes weren't her forte. Granted Mica had dragged her numerous times to different werewolf clubs to dance and drink. Rarely did she do either, but she played DD and often got free drinks while she occasionally chatted with the bartender. One thing she learned while trailing behind her energizer bunny brother, always make friends with the bartender. They would protect you if they liked you... and if they weren't skeevy. Most weren't which was lucky for her. Those clubs and bars were not on this street however. This environment was almost completely new to her. Taking a deep slow breath, Charlie calmed down so her heart rate wasn't thumping like a birds. That only portrayed her as prey which would be the worst idea ever when entering a room filled with unknown wolves.

As Phoebe started towards the building, Charlie began to follow but looked back to catalog where everyone was. Her eyes caught Eve's wonderment of the town. Unconsciously, her head cocked slightly at the younger girl. Eve was looking at the town as if it was something precious to behold and Charlie supposed it was. Unlike Eve, Charlie was never restrained to the pack house. She was only home schooled until Morgan was old enough to attend school and by then Mica had annoyed her parents enough for them to send them to public human school. From second grade to now, Charlie had attend school with humans and frequented town often. She loved the place but the awe had worn off once she became a regular. Maybe next time Cal and I hang out I can invite her. Mr. and Mrs. Sutton shouldn't have any qualms about it if I ask. I may be invisible and shy most of the time, but I am responsible and my friends would look out for her. It was a nice idea, she just hoped the Alphas would be okay with their daughter hanging out with humans. She would talk to Rachelle before she brought the idea up to Eve, she didn't want to get the girl's hopes up.

Taking another calming breath, she walked into the establishment to find it full with boisterous wolves. The room's volume decreased as the small group entered. All eyes were on them. Charlie shifted so her back was closer to the wall and she was hidden more behind Phoebe. Her eyes swept the room slowly only snapping to attention when a tall young man approached. Something about him put Charlie on alert; he was too charming. She rarely trusted people who were too charming because she learned long ago they tended to mean trouble. Her analysis of the young friendly man broke when Eve stepped forward to talk with him. Her fingers twitched, wanting to grab the other human but knew better. Movement in Charlie's vision told her some of the other werewolves stood ready to defend the young man. Peter, his name is Peter Green. The wolves only settled down when Peter offered the small group to sit and talk. Instead of listening to what Eve and Peter had to say, Charlie kept her eyes on the other wolves. They were outnumbered if something broke out. These wolves were ready to defend their friend. This couldn't be a large pack and Peter didn't seem tied to anyone. While keeping track of the mood of the other wolves, she mentally noted exits and places to hide if anything happened. Please, let nothing happen. A blood bath is not something we need... Looking back at Russell and Aziel she took note on their reactions of the situation.

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Aziel had noticed Eve's hospitality as she had got into the car. He ignored her actions as her feet appeared beside his head as she sat behind him. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back and watched the scenery as Phoebe started up the car and began to drive into town. He smiled at Charlie's as she offered to donate a maze. Soon familiar buildings began to pop into view as they left the canopy of trees that made up their estate and trailed down a few dirt roads. He recognized the garage they passed he often visited when in need of spare parts to fix up one of his motorbike projects. Humans milled through the streets laughing their hands full of shopping bags as they blissfully lived out their lives. They had no pack to worry about.

Soon Phoebe pulled up into the carpark of a familiar Bar and Grill Aziel had spent a few nights in the past drinking at. He hadn't visited in very long time due to one particular disagreement with another wolf they ended up in a blood nose and hurt pride on their part.

As they trickled out of the car one by one Aziel hovered nearby to make sure they were all out of the car before closing the doors behind them. He saw Eve's slight hiccup with the seat belt and her attempts to brush it off naturally making him grin behind her back. She was clumsy sometimes it was amusing to him as it reminded him she was still his little sister. Eccentric and boisterous as always.

As they reached the bar door's Phoebe's expression showed she was on full alert as she spoke
"Stay together, and as inconspicuous as possible. We need to find out exactly what is happening and how to correct it."

"Easier said then done" he muttered as she opened the doors.

Instantly the smell of wolf struck Aziel. All them were different, unique. However, he could pick up the undertones to some of the scents signifying their were pack members. When a wolf was a part of a pack their scent always had a very slight undertone which was the same of the packs. It was their Alpha's smell, it was buried in them as wolves. Only pack wolves could notice their pack, wolves outside of a pack wouldn't be able to tell. Aziel had always found it strange but it made it easier to tell friend from foe. The bar was busy, the bar women winked at a customer some of the men rowdy, others sticking to themselves. They were a few women, most of them were with other male wolves clearly having a good time either eating or drinking more than likely with their mates.

As the volume of the room decreased slightly upon their arrival Aziel glanced around taking in more of his surrounds. A few eyes watched them curiously, a few didn't seem too welcoming.

"Hey guys. Can't say that I've seen you here before. Unless I'm mistaken, you lot are a bunch of fresh new faces. Mind if I take a gander as to what brings you all here?" suddenly a young man approached them. Aziel immediately looked him over, he was tall much like himself. His hair was a wispy brown, his eyes a clear blue. His accent threw Aziel a little, he wasn't expecting to see a British wolf in these parts. It irritated him that he didn't know this wolf living so close to their estate, in their pack territory. His father more than likely knew him, no wolf outside of the pack was allowed to enter another's territory without greeting the resident Alpha first. As per tradition.

"The name's Peter. Peter Pan James Green. I know, genius, right? As in Peter Pan and the Lost Boys? I thought it was creative too," he introduced himself with a grin.

Aziel scoffed a little under his breath. What unusual parents to give their son such a silly name.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter. I'm Evangeline, but most people call me Eve. My friends and I," Eve responded so comfortably with this wolf as she motioned to the group. "Are visiting from out of town and simply looking for a place to eat. We've been traveling for quite a while and would love to sit down and order some drinks and food,"

Aziel glared at her a little bit. How could she be so comfortable around a foreign wolf. She needed to learn to put up more guards for her own protection. He was impressed that she knew to lie though, she was smart enough to know not to reveal who their really were.

"Well, you lot chose the right place than. There's no better place to eat in town than Zum Schwarzen Adler. Why don't I sit down with you all? I could answer any questions you may have about the town, seeing as you're visiting," Peter's tone hinted he didn't quite believe Eve, but he didn't seem to be calling her out on it. It may cause trouble if he did.


"Well, I can't speak for all of us, but I wouldn't mind learning a bit more about this town from the man who seems to know it all," Eve smirked, tilting her head up and giving him a challenging look. Peter simply chuckled in returned and shook his head before turning his gaze to Phoebe.

"Well? You seem like you're the one in charge, m'lady. What's your say on the matter?" Peter bypassed Evangeline, he clearly could see Phoebe held a dominance well. She was a strong woman and wolf. Any amateur of body language would be able to see she was taking the lead on this group.

Glancing towards Charlie Aziel could see the hesitation in her eyes. She must be uncomfortable in this sort of place, as a shy girl she probably didn't go to places like this often. Stepping forward in front of Charlie he intentionally put her behind him as a guard, he needed to keep Charlie and his sister safe. His sister may be more difficult though with her clear enthusiasm for not showing unease.


"Peter is it?" Aziel didn't falter eye contact with this wolf folding his arms defensively. "Name's Aziel, how about I get some drinks whilst Phoebe picks a table. She has her preferences" Aziel said knowing Phoebe would choose a good spot out of the way, Peter may take them to a table in a busy area. It was best not to be sat near too many open ears. Though in a wolf bar that may be difficult.


"Eve I'll get you the usual, what's your drink, Peter? From a guess, I won't say your a cocktail guy" Aziel raised his eyebrows at him, he wondered if Eve's usually was still the same as of five years ago. A few eyes watching them caught his attention but Aziel didn't remove his gaze from Peter. They were pack wolves, they more than likely knew who Phoebe was but may not recognize him after his 5 years away. He needed to do some damage control and make sure they didn't blab unintentionally.

"I could use a hand carrying the drinks back if anyone cares to join" he said looking towards the group. It was best not to go anywhere alone and stay in pairs.

♫ Touch of Grey ♫

Russell followed behind the group silently as they made their way towards the bar. As they immediately got out he noticed that Evangeline made a b line for a nearby fountain to drop a coin in it. Russell let out an amused huff, and rolled his eyes as he went on to follow the others. Before they even entered the restaurant Russell could already sense other wolves inside. He rolled his head on his shoulders uncomfortably as his wolf was already starting to get riled up once again. With Phoebe's order on keeping a low profile, and Aziel's following comment about it Russell let out a sigh.

"Yeah, it'd be a lot easier if one of us didn't look like an Evanescence roadie." He softly stated, obviously referring to Evangeline. Once they entered the restaurant they drew the attention of the other werewolves immediately. Russell kept his eyes on the look out for trouble, scanning the room, and taking note of everyone there. They were soon approached by one of the wolves, a British young man. Growls flooded Russell's ears as this Peter introduced himself, and especially with how causal Evangeline was with him. 'ENOUGH OF THIS! SPLATTER THIS FOOL'S BRAIN ACROSS THE FLOOR, AND SHOW THESE MONGRELS YOUR DOMINANCE!' His wolf howled in his mind. Russell closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Unfortunately my parents weren't too worried about being clever. Last names Talbot, and they seriously missed the opportunity to name me Lawrence, you know like the original Wolfman." Russell commented about Peter's name. "Though I guess they weren't the only ones who missed out on being a classic werewolf movie, I think it'd be more appropriate for the British Werewolf to be in New York wouldn't you say?" He added with a small smile on the corner of his face. Contrary to popular opinion Russell does know how to be sociable when the need arises.

When Russell was ordered to help Aziel with the drinks by Phoebe he let out a small groan. 'DAMN BITCH, ORDERING US AROUND LIKE WE WERE COMMON MUTTS! BEAT HER SKULL IN TO TEACH HER SOME RESPECT!' Russell took in a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. Russell gave her a nod, and followed behind Aziel as they went to order the drinks. "I don't trust One Direction over there. We need to watch him. He's crafty." Russell softly stated to Aziel, though it was most likely his wolf talking.

As they were at the bar getting drinks, with himself ordering a water as well as some of the others, he could hear the commotion start with the girls. It was this bit of tension that allowed Russell to slip for a moment. Without thought Russell grabbed hold of a empty beer bottle, and broke it in half over the bar as he marched his way towards the growing mob of hostile werewolves, with him growling, and snarling lowly. His eyes briefly flashed bright yellow before returning to it's normal color.

As he approached the crowd he raised up his makeshift shank, and was about to stab the first wolf he saw. But luckily things began to quiet down, giving him a moment to catch his breath, and regain control. Russell looked down at the beer bottle, and tossed it into a trash can hopefully before the other wolves noticed. Russell returned to Aziel, and awkwardly looked forward, undoubtedly Aziel had saw that he was about to get stab happy. "I don't trust them. I don't like how they look at Evangeline and Charlie. I'm ready to move anytime." He stated. At that point he had already gotten an exit plan in his mind.

The unease that had settled upon the group was obvious even to the most clueless of fellows - and while Peter himself was a bit clueless when it came to book smarts at times, he was extremely intelligent in other fields, especially when it came to street smarts. He could read the group like an open book, and the unease was clearly stemming from the small amount of protectiveness and hostility that radiated off of the silent onlookers that surrounded them. The group knew they weren't in very friendly territory, but they also knew not to overstep their boundaries.

Another smile blooming across his face in an effort to make the group feel a bit more at ease, Peter lifted his hand and itched slightly at his forehead. It seemed to be a signal of sorts, for immediately the wolves that had been poised to jump to his defense settled down, silently simmering at their tables. Slowly the normal sounds of the bar arose again, although a bit more softly, for the quiet chatter was mostly focused around the current events and the odd group that had entered the bar.

Although he had been slightly focused on keeping the peace, he hadn't missed the male with the sandy blonde hair sliding in front of the young girl with longer, straight brown hair. It was obvious he meant to shield her from any possible danger, and a small amount of respect for the man rose inside of Peter. Any man who stood to protect a woman was a well-respected one in Peter's views.

"Peter is it? Name's Aziel, how about I get some drinks whilst Phoebe picks a table. She has her preferences. Eve I'll get you the usual, what's your drink, Peter? From a guess, I won't say your a cocktail guy. I could use a hand carrying the drinks back if anyone cares to join."

Peter nodded in response to the man, Aziel's, words and he chuckled a little. "You'd be correct. Whiskey Coke on the rocks, please."

A chorus of what each person in the group wanted followed Peter's request, and with that, Aziel and the man he now knew as Russell walked off, both of them seeming a bit unnerved by the current circumstances and having to leave the women alone with him. Phoebe, however, seemed more than capable of keeping everything under control in his eyes.

When the girls began to move off towards a table, he quietly followed behind them. In an instance, the entire atmosphere changed. He barely registered the hand reaching for the girl with the long brown hair - Charlie, he thought was her name - before Phoebe had gripped the man's arm and pinned him against the table. Immediately his friends shot up to his defense, but a quick sputter of words mixed with pain later and they had lowered back into their seats. When she released the man, he glared daggers at her, but a warning look for Peter as he passed was enough to get the man to turn around.

Pulling out a chair at the table, Peter spun it around and sat in it backwards, facing the young women who had dropped into the seats across from him.

"Apologies for David. He's positively smashed and a bit of a tosspot. There isn't much to be helped in his regard, but I'll ensure that doesn't happen again," he said. It wasn't long after that the two men of their group appeared with drinks, both seeming a bit on the angry side due to what had happened. He accepted the Whiskey Coke and leaned against the chair, his arms resting on the back of it due to it being in front of him.

"Now, what is it that you lot would like to know?" he asked, entirely comfortable with his back to the whole of the bar. He had friends - in the surplus, might he add - and wasn't in the least worried about one of them allowing someone to catch him off guard.

After answering Evangeline's questions, he turned to speak to Phoebe, but was cut off by the door exploding inwards. Immediately people in black gear filed in, brandishing large weapons and others strapped to their bodies. Loud sounds ricocheted throughout the room, which immediately began to fill with smoke. He barely registered Eve falling to the ground, the smoke stinging his sensitive wolf eyes and nose. Letting out a gagging cough, he lifted his shirt to his face to attempt to block out a bit of the smoke, and searched the room in a daze. He saw someone snag Eve, but other than her, Charlie was the only other one that the people seemed to be after. Gunshots were fired at the ceiling, causing people to hunker down behind tables and chairs. Some attempted to be brave and charge the humans, but were quickly loaded with gunshots and promptly fell to the floor.

Reaching out, Peter roughly grabbed Russell's shoulder and yanked on it, caring naught for what the man might do to him.

"The cowards took Eve! They're going for Charlie, also!" he shouted through the gunfire, turning his gaze to Aziel. "What do we do?"

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Eve stepped off to the side, allowing those in charge of their group to take on their roles. She had said and done all that she wanted to say and do, and that's all that mattered. When Aziel left to gather drinks, with Russell in tow, she turned her gaze to Phoebe, who immediately turned off to search for a safe place for all of them to sit.

On the way there, however, a bit of a fiasco between Charlie, Phoebe, and a man and his friends occurred. Phoebe quickly shut the events down with her strength and speed, and a warning look from Peter completely ended any further retaliation. Eve, however, made a large circle around the men, ensuring to stay out of any of their reaches. Grabbing a chair beside Phoebe, she pulled it out from the table and dropped down into it, happily accepting the raspberry lemonade that Aziel had brought her. She lifted the straw to her lips, sipping contentedly while Peter began to speak.

Choking a bit on her lemonade, she set it down quickly on the table and scooted her chair forward a bit, leaning towards Peter in excitement.

"What's the town like? What are the best places to visit? How are the humans? Are they accepting? Respectful? Kind?" she asked hurriedly, speaking like a little girl excited to try something new.

Peter blinked at her, his surprise evident in his eyes, before chuckling and shaking his head a bit. "Excitable gal, aren't you?" he drawled, his accent an endearing one. "The town itself is beautiful with some very interesting places to visit, ranging from shops to nature preserves. The humans are weary when it pertains to wolves, but none are outright hostile towards us. The wolves, however, can be a bit on the instigating side, and seem to enjoying causing unnecessary tension between the humans and the wolves. It's only certain wolves though," he said. Clearly he knew said wolves, but was unwilling to provide more information towards her. Instead, he turned his gaze to Phoebe, fixating those blue gems on the older woman. "Would you happen to have any questions, m'lady?"

It seemed that as soon as the words had left Peter's mouth, the entire bar went to shit.

The front entrance was thrown open, and immediately a group of people who held the scent of humans burst through them. Covered from head to toe in black gear, they held guns of various degrees, and even had small objects tied to their bodies. Something made a loud sound, and instantly the room began to fill with thick clouds. The first sound was followed by three more, the room billowing with thick, putrid smoke afterwards. Eve launched from her seat, the smoke stinging her eyes and causing her to cough and gag as it entered her throat. Tears clouded her already dulled vision, and she leaned heavily against the table in an effort to catch her breath. Dark figures moved through the smoke, hands reaching out and shots being fired into the ceiling as a warning. Eve's hand slipped off of the table as she collapsed to the floor, her opposite hand clutching her throat. Stars dotted her vision, and a painful crack slammed into the back of her head, causing darkness to spot the edge of her eyes.

Hands grabbed her underarms and dragged, pulling and throwing her roughly over a shoulder. Hands reached through the smoke towards Charlie, something that Eve very dimly registered, but her vision flickered and she was unable to see if the people reaching for the other girl had actually succeeded in grabbing her.

Lifting her hand, she formed a fist and weakly slammed it against the man who held her.

"Put ... Me down," she wheezed, ending on a cough. When her captor said nothing, but instead continued towards the door, she lifted her head just enough to look towards the area that she had been sitting with everyone. Lifting a trembling hand, she held it out towards the area.

"Aziel ... Russell ... Somebody ..." she whimpered, her voice dry and cracking.

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Pheobe was only half listening to the conversation between Peter and Evangeline as she was focused on their surroundings. Too many wolves, too many variables. She didn't like the odds if something happened. Phoebe's nails clicked gently on the table as she examined each and every patron.

"The wolves, however, can be a bit on the instigating side, and seem to enjoying causing unnecessary tension between the humans and the wolves. It's only certain wolves though," Peter said peaking Phoebe's interest, but Peter made an obvious attempt at changing the subject as he turned his charming smile towards her.

"Would you happen to have any questions, m'lady?" Peter asked her, his eyes meeting hers. Phoebe took a moment to think. She could take him on head on, ask her questions regarding the recent incidents and demand answers... or she could play his game and attempt to charm him in return.

Phoebe let a small seductive smile slide across her face as she leaned forward, accentuating her cleavage.

"Well.." She started to answer but was cut off.

The front entrance exploded inward, and the room was flooded with a group of five...maybe seven peope Phoebe counted as she threw herself in front of Charlie as she was the closest to her.

"Protect. Protect the pack Her wolf howled.

Phoebe caught the scent of the intruders, humans and unchanged wolves commingled....but...they had another scent...Rouges. Phoebe stood, still attempting to put herself between Charlie, Evangeline and the Threat. The men where covered from head to toe in black gear, and they held guns. Pheobe heard four thuds and the room was suddenly filled with white clouds of thick smoke. The intense smell burned her eyes and stung her nose and throat. She ripped the bottom of her shirt off and wrapped it around her nose and mouth, then ripped off her sleeves and passed one to Charlie.

'Who dare attack my pack?!' Her wolf bayed.

Phoebe turned to give the other piece of cloth to Eve, only to see she was no where to be found. She spun around and caught sight of a man throwing Eve over his shoulder. Fury burned through Phoebe suddenly. She felt her eyes shift, sharpening the focus. Pain burned through her jaw and hands, as claws sprouted and her canines elongated.

She jumped on the man closest to her's back, and ripped into his throat with her sharpened teeth. He didn't stand a chance as she tore through his jugular. She stepped away from him and started in on the next man. She clawed at one of the men's face, tearing through his facial skin and blinding him. She used a roundhouse kick, her boot connecting with the jaw of one of the men sending him flying backwards.

Phoebe didn't see the gun raised in her direction, but she definitely felt the bullet tear through her lower abdomen. Pain bloomed through her as blood poured out of her. She had to get to Evangeline....but there where too many of them, too many bodies to get through. Failure was not and option. She felt her limbs get heavy as she fought but she refused to give up. Fury bit through her. She would not be weak again, she would not let her alpha down.

She tore through the man headed for Charlie, unwilling to let them have another of her pack. She would save them all if it was the last thing she did.

Charlie


Peter asked if anyone in the group had a question and Eve immediately drew close and asked about the town."The town itself is beautiful with some very interesting places to visit, ranging from shops to nature preserves. The humans are weary when it pertains to wolves, but none are outright hostile towards us. The wolves, however, can be a bit on the instigating side, and seem to enjoying causing unnecessary tension between the humans and the wolves. It's only certain wolves though," he said. Charlie watched him knowing he knew more than he was letting on. She was tempted to ask her own questions to see if he actually knew this place rather than give them the general. She knew the humans probably better than he did, but before she could decided if she wanted to say anything he moved on. "Would you happen to have any questions, m'lady?" Peter asked directing his question at Phoebe. The she-wolf remained quiet a moment. As she opened her mouth to reply, the door to the bar burst open.

As Charlie turned, her eyes opened wide. People dressed in all black rushed in letting out smoke bombs. Seeing the first one go off, Charlie sucked in a deep breath and held putting her flutist lungs to good use. She was knocked to the floor with Phoebe throwing herself in front of Charlie to protect the younger girl. Clutching the mace in her hands, Charlie only started towards a window when Phoebe went to save Eve. She didn't make it far as someone grabbed for her. Letting out a surprised yelp due to being grabbed and shots being fired, Charlie turned and knocked the mans mask off that protected him from the smoke that currently was filling her eyes and lungs. Coughing, she held down the trigger for a second releasing enough to cause him to back off. "You bitch!" He yelled back handing her across the face. As he clawed at his eyes, Charlie shook the pain away and tried once more to get away but again did not succeed.

"Let go!" She growled as a stronger man manhandled her. She bit her lip as her hand slipped across a broken bottle. "No you don't!" The muffled deep voice of the man barked, hauling her up and throwing her over his shoulder. She flailed, but found it pointless. He was far stronger than her. Fine. She continued to thrash but not as hard as before, masking her true purpose. Dark clothes hide blood. You have been marked. Follow the bread crumbs. As she passed people in black, her bloody hands touched them leaving semi-hidden smear marks of her scent for her pack mates to follow.

"Hurry, throw them in the back!" One person yelled right before Charlie yipped as she was tossed in the back of a van. The door shut leaving Charlie in the dark with an unconscious Eve and three kidnappers. She quietly scooted over to Eve to make sure the girl was okay, trying to focus on her junior rather than freak out. Freaking out could happen later when she and Eve weren't being kidnapped.