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Ian Bohen

I do believe in killing the messenger. Know why? It sends a message.

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a character in “Wolves Reign”, as played by Caged Bird

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"You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies; you may trod me in the very dirt but still like dust Iโ€™ll rise."

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      |FULL NAME|
      Ian Bohen
      Formerly Adam
      -The Original Alpha


      |SPECIES|
      Alpha Werewolf One
      and unknown Second
      Generation founding father.


      |SEXUALITY|
      Heterosexual

      |AGE|
      Claims to be 136,
      is actually 795


      |HEIGHT|
      6ft

      |WEIGHT|
      170lbs


      |PHYSICAL APPEARANCE|
      Ian has a strong jawline with hollows in his cheeks, an angular nose that grows wider at the end, and irises that are a myriad of swirling blue hues that give them the appearance of being chaotic beneath the sardonic tilt of his brow. He has crinkles around those eyes of his, fairly thin lips and a cleft in his chin decorated in some usually meticulously groomed facial hair, and hair the color of wet beach sand that when grown out, curls in all types of odd unmanageable angles. This is why he never grows it out. He has broad shoulders, a thick neck, and large hands. "All the better for strangling you with, my dear."



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"We always vilify what we don't understand. The world doesn't exist in black and white, but instead, in shades of grey."

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      |PERSONALITY|


      To those who know him, Ianโ€™s anything and everything. Heโ€™s a Chaotic Neutral, a psychopath, a sociopath, a tragic victim, an Evil Mastermind, an antihero, Tom Riddle Jr. 2.0. It seems like no one can decide what Ian is....and that is they way he likes it. The more you think you know about him, the less you probably actually do.

      The truth? The one lingering personality trait he always exercises is the fact that heโ€™s cerebral in a way that most other wolves reallyโ€ฆ arenโ€™t. Ian is charming and quite pleasant when he is not being a sarcastic little shit. He is the epitome of scheming, cunning, manipulative and sadistic. He will use people and brainwash people in order to get others to do what he wants. He can be genuine, and he does feel, but after growing up a slave, suffering the alienation of being the only of his species, and living as long as he has, he has giving up on emotion in favor of calculated vengeance.

|LIKES||DISLIKES|

      Despite his extremely old age, Ian is what one would call technologically-savvy, though he doesn't prefer an internet connection to an old musty book. He takes enjoyment from more expensive comfort items, superfluous things that remind him he is the most well off wolf amongst the impoverish wolves under him like dress clothes, fine china, furnishings, etc. Unfortunately, living under ground this past century has not yielded many of these things to derive pleasure from.

      He loathes hypocrisy and stupidity in others, constantly quoting Einstein in saying "Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." Most of all, he hates mortal men. "Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. They are a plague and Lycanthropy is the cure."



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"Man is the cruelest animal. They sit down and set their wits to work to devise ways of spoiling other creatures' lives."

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      |FEARS||WEAKNESSES|


      There are ideas that scare anyone: death, public speaking, failure, the loss of a loved one and there are also scary tangible things like spiders, natural disasters, bears, roller coasters โ€“ more concrete and specific stuff, none of which frighten this alpha. His fears lie solely in his objective. When the fire of vengeance burns a hole through his chest, the only fear he can possess is that the fire might be quelled one day before he has achieved his purpose. Ian fears never getting his revenge on mankind, never having the Were-race rise to their rightful place.


      |SKILLS|


      Though physically weaker than the first generation Werewolves were, Ian possesses abilities superior to any descended from himself and can transform into a human, unlike any of the first generation Werewolves. This isn't an advantage that matters today as all modern wolves can transform at will when the hit a certain age, however, Ian is not confined to transforming on full moons like the rest of the wolf race. He also has developed a resistance to silver over the centuries due to greater exposure than his compatriots, similar to how humans can develop a tolerance to arsenic over time.



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"Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him."

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      |HISTORY|

      Prior to Ian's birth, no Werewolves as we know them today existed. Instead, a entirely different race of Werewolves ravenged the world, anthropmorphic wolf mutants that were no more human that their animal ancestor. The humans attempted to harness the power of these feral groups of Wolves with inconsistent success, they were much to rabid and wild to train or contain regularly. However, In the early 13th century, a man by the name of Fabian Novosad managed to successfully mutate the werewolf in the form of Adam. It soon became clear that this Adam posessed the ability to shift between human and Werewolf form, making him the first Werewolf of his kind, and that his bite, unlike the original werewolves, was infectious. Fabian used Ian's infectious blood to their benefit, taking advantage of the child's thirst, pitting it against him as he was forced to feed off humans: the slaves. He did this to create a new race of Immortals, Second generation Werewolves. He hoped this new breed of person could be harnessed, enslaved to guard him, protect him as he traveled to the wilds of America.

      Adam fits into neither the first nor second generation of Werewolves. But given that he is a unique specimen, he doesn't warrant his own generation because he is the only known one to have lived. It wasn't long into adolescene, after having been forced into making many second generation wolves, that he began to question his statis as man's slave. Why should he, a genetic blessing, all of the best traits of both man and werewolf, be a prisoner? Adam plotted a rebellion, setting himself first, then the other werewolf slaves free in a riot. They attacked and killed every man, woman, and child-save a missing Fabian-in the settlement and retreated to the woods.

      They then proceeded, under Adam's command, to hunt and kill every original werewolf they could find. They lost many pack members in the process and the werewolves began to question if they had exchanged their literal chains for proverbial ones. Adam seemed obsessed with destroying every possible weakness he could have, the stronger wild wolves, the men who would hunt him with silver--in fact he took to exposing himself with silver daily to decrease his sensitivity. But they didn't have to concern themselves with him for long because another threat presented itself to them in the form of an angry population of scared human beings that demanded wolf blood. The other settlements feared they'd be wiped out by the wolves next, and began preemptively targeting the second generation. This sparked a war between the races that lasted over a century. Over time, the wolves became so scattered and diluted, so close to the brink of extinction that they moved underground. The technological advances of man made it only easier for the humans to wipe out the race. The history of their kind was lost among them and Adam, now Ian, no longer wielded the power of the race like he used to. He decided to allow this to happen, thinking it better to remove the target from his back that the humans placed there by disappearing into anonymity, feeling much better off being the power behind the throne instead of on it. He is now the Alpha of sector one underground.



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America was no stranger to war. Over the long, bloody centuries, the New World had been captured and fought over by a succession of conquerors before finally claiming its independence. But all these merely human conflicts were fleeting in comparison with the shadowy, ageless war now being fought in the moonlit streets and alley ways of downtown Seattle.


A war that, at long last, might be nearing its end.


The Werewolves had been losing ground for a little more than two centuries, ever since their crushing defeat back in 1809, when a daring assault team had penetrated one of their hidden fortresses. The government then believed Adam, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the wolf horde and the original werewolf, had been killed at last, his men scattering to the wind in a single evening of purifying flame and retribution for humankind. Yet the ancient feud had proved unwilling to follow Adam to the grave. Though the Werewolves were fewer in number, the war had become even more perilous--for the moon no longer was the only time during which they could shift. Older, more powerful wolves were now able to change form at will, posing an even greater threat to humanity. For close to 200 years, the Wolfsbane Warriors, an elite squad of human assassin's, had pursued the surviving man-beasts, the weapons changing but never the tactics: hunt the wolves down, and kill them off, one by one. A most successful campaign...or so they thought. But deep beneath the the city streets the wolves live and plot their revenge, their resurgence, their revolution.


Cut to the aforementioned city streets, the dawn of a new day where the human world continued on in blissful ignorance of the war that still posed a threat to their way of life, of the war that they still believed to only to exist in the pages of their history books...Driving rain pelted the rooftops, while the howling autumn wind carried a hint of winter's bite. A grotesque stone gargoyle, oily black and slick with rain, perched on the crumbling ledge of Gray's Security Firm, an imposing, three-story block adorned by long faded elaborate stonework. The oldest edifice in the district, whose ground floor now housed a dry cleaners and a loan office, overlooked The Square, a busy hub of pedestrian and auto traffic located near the heart of the city. Buses, taxis, and other various vehicles zipped along the streets below, braving the torrential downpour.

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The underground tunnel was packed with werewolves, both male and female. Hooting and hollering, they crowded the passage ways, which were lit by the erratic light of crude bare bulbs wedged here and there into the crumbling brick walls-wires protruding and following the length of the tunnel. Water dripped from the ceiling, and the musky air was pungent with the smell of smoke, sweat, pheromones, and blood. Anthropomorphic shadows danced wildly on the cobweb-covered walls. Empty bottles of beer and whiskey clinked loudly as they rolled between the revelers' feet. The entire scene had the riotous, unruly frenzy of a Hell's Angels rally or perhaps an eighteenth-century pirate bacchanal.

Animalistic growls and snarls came from the center of the commotion, as the riled wolves clustered in a ring around an irresistible entertainment, rudely jostling each other for a better view. Two gigantic male werewolves were locked in fierce combat, snapping and clawing as they circled each other like enraged pit bulls. Tufts of gray-black fur went flying as the frothing beasts traded gouging slashes and bites, lunging savagely at each other, to the tumultuous delight of the crowd. Fresh blood splattered the thrilled faces of the spectators, who were dwarfed by the shifted seven-foot-tall werewolves.

"Go get 'im!" a jubilant wolf shouted, although it was unclear which monstrous man-beast she was cheering for. "Tear 'em apart!"

"That's it!" another onlooker called out loudly stomping his boots on the floor. A plump black rat scurried for safety. "Don't back off! Go for his throat!"

Disgraceful, Ian thought, observing the sorry spectacle. With a weary sigh, he raised his voice. "HEEL!" The resounding command from the Alpha cut through the echoing yells and growls like a silver blade slicing through a werewolf's heart. The obstreperous mob fell silent, and even the two battling werewolves halted their brutal clash. Startled eyes, both human and lupine, turned toward the solitary figure standing at the rear of the dilapidated tunnel.

Ian carried himself with the carriage and bearing of a true leader. The unquestioned master of the Werewolf horde, he had an air of polished cultivation that his uncouth subjects sorely lacked. His expressive icy eyes, styled hair, and neatly trimmed beard and mustache gave him the look of someone who didn't appear as if he'd been living underground in hiding with the rest of these roguish wolves. He looked to be in his mid thirties, although his true origins were lost in the impenetrable mists of history. He was also very much alive, despite his supposed death 200 plus years ago according to the enemy.

Cowed wolves edged nervously from his path as he strode confidently into the crowd. His disapproving eyes raked across the faces of his gathered pack members, who shrank back in apprehension. They bowed their heads in submission to their leader.

"You're acting like a pack of rabid hounds," he said disdainfully. "And that, gentlemen, simply will not do. Not if you expect to defeat the human's on their own ground. Not if you expect to survive at all." He looked over the drooping heads of the blood-spattered spectators to where the two mighty hell-beasts had been contending. "Warren, Bishop!"

The crowd parted entirely to reveal two newly human gladiators, their naked bodies slick with blood and perspiration. Nasty cuts and scratches marred their heaving chests as they panted in exhaustion. Both men looked as though they had just run a marathon through a field of thorny rose bushes, but their eyes still glowed with feral glee and rapacity. They should save their predatory zeal for our foes, Ian thought, appalled at such a pointless waste of blood and energy. And the truly sad thing was, these were two of his more reliable lieutenants.

Cold steel blue eyes regarded the brawling pair with open contempt. Warren, the taller of the two, was a brawny Caucasian whose uncombed, shoulder-length black hair made him look like a comic-book barbarian. Bishop, his partner, was also white, with reddish-brown hair and whiskers. They stood stiffly at attention, their heads hunched below their shoulders and their arms and fingers extended at their sides, as though their hands still sported dagger-sized talons. Ian shook his head. You can take the man out of the wolf, he thought philosophically, but you can't take the wolf out of the man. "Put some clothes on, will you?"

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The air was dank and fresh with the smell of revitalized silt from the rain that drained down in the sewer. Lauren was resting in the common area of Sector 1, calmly threading a shirt, listening to the rain and idle chatter of her pack mates. A stack of tattered clothes and sewing supplies sat next her on a stone ledge. She was part of a loose semi-circle of females sprawled out on the dirt ground. Their postures were lackadaisical, legs stretched out in all different directions, bra straps sliding off shoulders, not caring much for modesty. Only Lauren sat in an upright position, legs folded neatly underneath her while she sewed, sleeves on her shoulders, the picture of lady-likeness.

โ€œItโ€™s too bad..โ€ lamented one of the females, โ€œthat shirt will probably be ruined by the next full moon. It's my favorite, I hardly ever take it off.โ€

โ€œThen I should not worry of having nothing to do. So long as you remain shortsighted, I shall be bountifully employed.โ€ Lauren countered softly. They all smiled at her comment. She may have not looked like it, but Lauren was one of the eldest there, her quiet self-possession setting her apart as more mature.

Just then another young female wearing waist high shorts and a crop top came bounding towards them. She stopped and pointed back the way she came down a corridor adjacent to them.

โ€œWarren and Bishop are fighting!โ€ She announced in as quiet of a voice as her excitement could take, bouncing in place.

All of the women perked up. Warren and Bishop were the two lieutenants and of course any available female werewolf would be excited to see this, maybe even hoping one of the two prestigious men might notice them cheering. Lauren pursed her lips, raising her eyebrows whilst still looking down at the shirt in her lap.

โ€œWhere?โ€ one of the girls asked eagerly.

โ€œFar enough away to where the Alpha canโ€™t hear it hopefully. Cโ€™mon, theyโ€™re starting now.โ€

"Aren't you a little young to be attending those things?" Lauren interjected, casting an apprehensive look at the girl.

"If you're afraid I might see something my innocent eyes can't handle, you shouldn't worry. It's not like this is something I haven't seen before." she replied twirling her ponytail around her finger coquettishly.

"Why don't you come with us Ms. Silverstein?"

"Yeah! Yeah! YOU should really be the one attending, you might just snag yourself a lieutenant..."

"I don't know... I'm not sure that I want to--" Lauren found herself suddenly being pulled to her feet and pushed towards the corridor. "--I-I don't think this is a good idea.. What about my things? The clothes? I'm not finished yet..." Lauren looked over her shoulder longingly at her safe little corner. Her pleading fell on deaf ears and she was swept away in the excitement.

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The fight had already when they got to the dingy part of the tunnels where it was happening. The muggy air was overwhelmed with the smell of alcohol, blood, and pheromones. Laurenโ€™s nose crinkled up at the pungent concoction of smells.

Other werewolves in attendance who recognized Lauren poked fun when they saw her. She seemed far too stuffy to attend one of these things. โ€œOh no! Not you too! What will we do when the last of us turns feral?โ€ Just then, a voice broke through the raucous of the crowd like a clap of thunder, โ€œHEEL!โ€ Everyone fell into a reverent quiet and proceeded to part as the Alpha made his way to the two opponents in the middle of them all. Lauren stood rigidly where she was, hoping she blended in with the rest of the folks. How embarrassing for them all. But Lauren was not surprised that Ian had come and crashed the party. Nothing escaped the attention of the alpha.

"What a buzz kill..." she heard one of the spectators behind her mumble. She glanced over her shoulder and gave the youngster who said the audacious comment a warning glare and put a finger over her velvet red lips. The kid pursed his lips.

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Ian swept through the crowd accompanied by a palpable aura of strength and authority, icy blue eyes trailing over every individual face of the dispersing cluster of werewolves until they landed on one in particular. A pale face as smooth and inexpressive as a china dolls, a face that belonged to Laura Silverstein. He arched an eyebrow curiously, she certainly was not the type to be entertained by such gruesome antics. He had always somewhat 'admired' her elegance even in the face of such poverty as was their current circumstances--as much as he could bring himself to admire anyone anyway. It reminded him of his own refinement, and there were few better ways to get on Ian's good side then to remind him of himself; after all, a few centuries had cultivated quite the ego to be stoked.

"Lauren, a moment please." He commanded before breaking eye contact at the sound of a few baiting calls from still eager onlookers. They immediately dipped their head, though, at the stern glance Ian cast them and seemed to shuffle away with a bit more speed than they had previously been traversing as his gaze burned a hole into their backs.

He then turned back to the female wolf who had weaved her way through the shifting crowd to stand by his side, looking appropriately civil. The corners of his lips turned up just slightly in an expressive gesture that conveyed annoyance more than the warmth he was hoping to display, though the aggravation was not directed at her. "Animals, the lot of them. They forget how to be a man at times." he shook his head and sighed like the father of some rebellious teen. "Would you mind accompanying me to my quarters, I have some things I'd like to discuss." Ian posed this as a request, meaning that the option to refuse was a possibility; but they both knew, as he was acting alpha, that it wasn't.

To Ian, Hell, was in fact several meters beneath Seattle, in a vast subterranean tunnel system built long ago. The cavernous excavation once had been intended to work as a practical safe haven for werewolves but had since been allowed to fall into jumbled disrepair. Chunks of rubble were strewn across the floor of the tunnels, amidst filmy pools of stagnant water. Rusted chains dangled from the vaulted ceiling high overhead, scraping against the mangled remains of dilapidated metal catwalks. Ian's lip curled back over his teeth as they walked in silence, eyeing the walls with distrust as if they might cave in around him. "Not too much further now, I assure you." He unnecessarily explained to Lauren, knowing she and every other wolf knew exactly where his room was and how long it took to get there from any given point underground. Spiders, cockroaches, and other vermin infested every corner of the sanctuary, scuttling along the walls, yet the a hangar-sized enclosure they approached remained curiously free of rats or mice; even the hungriest rodent knew better than to venture into this man-made purgatory. These were Ian's sleeping quarters.

Jury-rigged lights provided just enough illumination to allow sight in the room. The dark, dingy locale was somewhat less than completely desirable the Alpha acknowledged, but what could you do? Hiding out underground had its disadvantages. There were manuscripts in all languages strewn out across a cherry wood coffee table and two separate writing desks pressed against the crumbling wall, some from the famous old library of Alexandria burnt centuries ago, and others from the libraries of the martyred Cathars, whose culture was no more. There were texts from ancient Egypt for a glimpse of which archaeologists would cheerfully commit murder. There were texts by preternatural beings of several known species, including werewolves. There were letters and documents in these archives which had even been written by him. It was staggering.

The furniture not buried beneath sheets of carefully studied paper was of a finer quality than most anything any other pack member possessed. It was all impeccably clean, that not even a single smudge marred the surfaces despite the state of the ceiling and walls around it. He had a burgundy sofa and matching love seat nestled around the aforementioned coffee table decorated in a shimmering gold Victorian print, an English style fainting couch not a breath away from there. A triptych could be seen beyond that that most likely separated the living area from his bedroom. No one had been beyond that point, past the three dark decoratively carved panels to see how the king slept.

"Have a seat." He intoned before ushering Lauren over to the love seat and taking the couch next to it. "I find it quite strange that of all wolves to be seen in the middle of such a debauched frenzy, I'd see you. Care to elaborate?"

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The women that Lauren had accompanied to the surreptitious fight slipped over bottles and pushed through the other departing attendees to get to her. "What were you doing standing so close to the action Lauren? Hoping to get pulled into the fray?" The one in the lead teased as she approached.

Lauren was relieved to be reunited with her friends. Now that the fight was over and all the adrenaline of being so close to the energy of the males in combat was gone, she was really feeling out place. She wanted to go back to her mundane task of sewing and listening to the rain. But before they could begin to take leave, the Alpha beckoned her, โ€œLauren, a moment please.โ€

Lauren stopped, surprised that she was being called on by the Alpha but did not hesitate to fulfill his command and slipped through the dispersing crowd to his side. Once there, she stood with her hands folded in front of her and head tilted down customarily."Animals, the lot of them. They forget how to be a man at times." He said shaking his head, sounding like a disappointed parent, something she was fairly good at too. She looked up, a fleeting smile graced her lips and was gone.

"Would you mind accompanying me to my quarters, I have some things I'd like to discuss."

She nodded her head, fully aware there was no alternative, and followed him further into the vast underground tunnel system. She didn't look once backward to see what the other females were doing. It was not necessary because she could feel them sending daggers of envy into her back with their stares. They might have expected her to snag a lieutenant, but an Alpha... Lauren was doubtful of any romantic intentions for this visit. The Alpha seemed much too serious and absorbed in his position to be involved with anyone. He had only pulled her aside for being caught at such an obscene scene. - Being singled out personally was terribly embarrassing. Having been an omega for so long, one of the lowest in the pack hierarchy, made her feel more put upon to hold herself in a respectable way.

At the Alpha's chambers her worrisome thoughts were derailed and taken by all the elegant furniture and unique items found there. Despite the clutter, it was pristine compared to most living arrangements underground.The room was filled with all kinds of antique treasures. Globes, maps, small exotic trinkets, stacks upon stacks of books and yellowing manuscripts. For a moment Lauren forgot the situation at hand distractedly looking about wondering offhandedly if there was a record player somewhere. He grabbed her attention with an invitation to sit down which she accepted blushing.

She watched him carefully as he took his place on the couch next to the love seat she was seated in. She folded her hands politely in her lap, resisting the urge to wring themselves mercilessly of nerves. Again she tilted her gaze downwards waiting to be spoken to.

"I find it quite strange that of all wolves to be seen in the middle of such a debauched frenzy, I'd see you. Care to elaborate?"

She lifted her head as he finished speaking and her luminous brown eyes searched his face uncertainly. He didn't sound upset.. Just curious. But she wasnโ€™t so sure that she could read the Alpha so easily.

"... I was with some friends, just watching. Sort of observing." She answered in a small voice, hoping this might appease his curiosity. She could tell that it was not a satisfying answer from the silence that ensued after she spoke. His curious gaze was unrelenting and she knew she had to supplement her answer. "...They were just trying to get me out of my shell. Find someone for me, I guess..." Her cheeks flushed a little as she explained and she had a hard time meeting his gaze again.

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"... I was with some friends, just watching. Sort of observing." The Pack Master arched a single well groomed brow, not in question but in disbelief, challenging. You didn't live as long as Ian had without learning a thing or two about the nature of peoples lies. And that was all it took to break her, a little drawn out silence and a well placed brow and she was spilling her poorly withheld secret.

"...They were just trying to get me out of my shell. Find someone for me, I guess..."

Ian was perpetually sly, sarcastic and acerbic, but vibrant and animated with a carefully controlled charisma as well; he used his natural gifts like weapons, felling his detractors one by one. It was all a part of what made him a natural leader. And knowing when to use said gift was of equal importance. Lauren was no prominent member of his pack by any means, but her son? Well let's just say he had become a contender. He concealed the hunger in his gaze and the savagery behind it that was barely contained. It was something from a bygone age, a time when disputes were settled with spilled blood and torn flesh. His face held the stark grimness of an ancient and angry being, liquid steel eyes dusted in blue lit from within by a gleam of unexpressed wrath. Even still, he couldn't completely keep it from showing ever so slightly in the slow smile that slid up his face, presaging his reply.

"Well, tell me, did you lay eyes on any amiable prospects?" He chuckled congenially before a small sigh managed to escape his lips. "Lauren," Ian paused here, making sure to lock eyes with her. "I'd think you could do better, honestly."

He then rose from his seat to walk around the coffee table to his drawing desk, fingers sliding over the delicate age yellowed papers scattered there like he was caressing a lover before leafing through them idly. "How long has it been since Dominic's death? Three years?" He started out, pausing as if unsure how to continue. "You're a special woman, the fighting pit is hardly a suitable place to find yourself a new partner." He rubbed a hand over his carefully manicured facial hair, icy eyes finding her dark ones again.

"But perhaps you knew as much...you aren't betraying his memory, you know. He'd more than likely want you to find happiness...in whatever form."

His voice was low and there was an undercurrent of something else there. His eyebrows creased his brow, tilting upward with an expression that was a full one, one that looked like it had a million things to say. Really, who else in the world could communicate so much with just their eyebrows? It had to be supernatural. Or maybe just an inherently Ian-centric thing. Perhaps it was like the vampires in the Anne rice novels, how they all had a special skill set, maybe this was just Ian's. Anyone else would probably ask for a return slip if they got that as their super gift, except it worked for him. A carefully expressive face. "You've been in my pack for quite a while now, and proven yourself a valuable member. You deserve more than you allow yourself to take."

This was possibly one of the longest conversations they had engaged in throughout Laurenโ€™s whole 80 years of being here... and strangely it was not going as badly as she might have predicted. He was still intimidating to her and the subject matter was awkward, but he spoke congenially with her. It gave her the confidence to hold his gaze and for him to hold hers. At the mention of her late mate's name though, her confidence faltered and her eyes once open and filled with curiosity hollowed out before him. This happened when any subject matter or situation became too uncomfortable for her liking. She emptied herself. What essentially made Lauren, Lauren, was gone, and she left a vacant body behind in her seat.

โ€œI donโ€™t know... I donโ€™t know what I want...โ€ She replied quietly. That was a lie, she did, and it was to get far away from this subject, quick. She felt like a bug under a microscope, the Alphaโ€™s intuition was unnerving and his praise did little to ease her discomfort. She wanted to be on to whatever real matter he brought her here for. โ€I suppose you didnโ€™t invite me here to discuss mating options though, sir...โ€ she changed the subject abruptly, hoping she didnโ€™t sound too short with him and looked back down at her hands.

"That's true, I had not." He stated coolly, knowing by her admission that he had already managed to maneuver her right into place. "I wanted to offer my congratulations. Jared making Beta in two is no small matter. You must be quite proud..." He folded his arms across broad chest and cocked a curious head to the side. "Should I expect you to be leaving us here soon?" He played at dejection to the best of his ability, hoping she could sense his disappointment at the presumed response.

Oh no, she thought, this was it, he was maneuvering to let her go easy. The disappointed act she feared was for her benefit alone and he was ready to cast her off onto another Alpha. And the new Alpha she would be under, Daryl, though good, fair and much loved by his pack, had shown more interest in her than she felt comfortable with.

โ€I have been extended an invitation to join their pack, yes, but...โ€ she trailed off wondering how to proceed, โ€œAs much as I would like to be with my son, I am afraid that Iโ€™m just not ready for such a change. I respect their Alpha, I do, he just runs things very differently and...โ€

She shook her head, โ€œNever mind...But if you would allow me to stay, that would make me very happy, sir.โ€

She looked downright anxious, holding her breath, hoping and praying inside. Not knowing this was exactly his desired outcome. She didnโ€™t care if this meant she remained in her lowly status her whole long life or not. As long as she could maintain invisibility - the only type of stability she knew.

Her pitiful desire to remain under his command and guidance was downright resplendent. He couldn't have chose a better outcome if he had hand molded such a pawn himself. He flashed her a mesmeric grin. "Of course, I welcome it. I hope you feel you can always be honest and confide in me. It was a shame to lose Jared, I'd hate to have to cope with losing you as well."

She feebly smiled at this, simply relieved that she would remain right where she was out of sight of curious suitors. She thought she had escaped her fate, unaware of having moved herself into yet another compromising position.

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Image"Of course I would be honored to have you teach me...but you certainly have your work cut out for you, Alpha. I am not a werewolf by birth, so I am not as strong as the others and I have no skill in fighting. You are starting out with a very raw piece of material."

Ian studied Lauren with quick and calculating indicolite eyes, a faint smile as sharp as a knife creeping up his face. "I've worked with much less, trust in that my dear." He intoned, voice ominous though he wasn't really intending for it to be. "As it so happens, the full moon is drawing near, and there couldn't be a more opportune time to work. You are at the pique of your physical abilities and your skills will be much sharper now more than ever."

He leaned to rest, it seemed, upon the thick crumbling stone of the capacious wall behind him, one knee bent where his foot pressed against that wall his back propped against; then crossed his arms over his broad chest, the kind of arms that came from exercising his body as much as he exercised his intellect, and he seemed almost meditative as he looked upon her eager countenance. "I want you to report to me tomorrow in the Sparring hall, at high noon, not a minute later or the session is off and I'll have to pawn you off on one of my lesser lieutenants. I haven't the time or patience for games or anything less than one hundred percent commitment from you....You're dismissed." Ian stated, throwing a playful wink her way, belieing the seriousness of his sudden command.






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ImageVictor's mouth drew up into a jester's smile, or more like a macabre horror film caricature or version of a jester's smile--all sharp teeth and malice before he let lose a low riotous laugh that seemed endless as Shay pulled him into an crampt stairwell. And he allowed it for only the reason that he found the whole of the situation oddly amusing. How very typical of a woman to be beguiled by tanned skin, a crooked grin, and lean muscles. Their sex was no less affected than his own by the charms of a beautiful body.

"Calm down Red..." He resounded, long and drawn, dubbing her with a nickname not out of affection but a vague disrespect. "You're not in trouble...yet." He only continued to smile, making his face a perfect mask of comedy from the almost proscenium arch of the stairway, as she appeared to size him up. "You know it wasn't my idea to partner up. I'm hardly the company man. I only said I'd work with you because Striker asked me so nicely." Victor purred, cocking his head to the side as he towered over her dainty form, scrutinizing her in return. "What a funny little thing you are..." He sighed before taking a step toward Shay, too close for comfort in fact, an intimidating tactic. "But don't worry, I won't tell on you as long as you stay out of my way tonight." His warm breath washed over her alabaster skin. "We've been ordered on a hunt. Some mutt has killed eight of our own and we have to track the bitch and put her down."

ImageA plethora of sounds on the tessellated surface of the night came swirling in on the freezing air, a dim mingling of countless human voices. Victor's eyes clamped shut tightly, unable to drown out or control his hightened senses--his sensitive ears. He could hear everything around them for a three block radius, right down to the couple fighting and throwing glass things in the loft above their heads. He wanted to growl but refrained while in such close quarters with another assassin. victor'd hate to have to explain her death to Striker...and her death would be certain if she discovered his secret.

"Now are you going to go put away your delicates and unmentionables so we can leave or am I going to have to go without you and explain your noncompliance to our boss?"






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Image"There she is, up and at em." Coren breathed in relief; his eyes crinkling up at the edges as he smiled lightly, iris' so bright it seemed as if the blue sky was fixed forever in those eyes.

Her friend babbled on abnoxiously, prattling off apologies as if she had them to spare. "I think, I'm just gonna take a taxi back to the apartment." Elizabeth replied, still looking a bit faint and flushed in the cheeks. Coren drifted out of the conversation momentarily to scan the crowd around them. Every tight and corded muscle in his body set on edge in his state of fear. She had drawn so much unwanted attention his way.

"So, what's your name anyway?" She asked, pulling him back into the conversation and out of the panic attack that was forming in his constricting lungs. "Huh? Oh! Coren." He rattled off before considering the fact that he should have probably given her an alias and not his actual name. "Lets uh..get you out of the floor and into a seat, okay?" He asked as he pulled her to her feet, ignoring the nevous clinging grasps of her friend Carrie to Elizabeth's shirt. "You gave everyone quite the scare Hannah Montanna, you're not doing any drugs here lately are you?" He teased before gently guiding her-his hand on the small of her back-to an empty spot on the metro bench and taking the spot next to her, curious as to what could have made her pass out so abruptly.

He sighed balefully, running a hand through his matted locks as Carrie took the available seat nearest him.

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On the way back to the public space she had left her sewing supplies she prepared herself for the barrage of questions her friends would have, to pretend nothing of significance had happened. Inside though she was glowing with a new found confidence, that of all the members of her pack she would receive such special attention from the Alpha. She stopped just outside the public space, taking a deep breath, trying bring herself down from giddy to tranquil. Upon taking one step in not at all to her surprise she was immediately stampeded by a bunch of curious were-females inquiring about her private meeting with the Alpha. The males in the space rolled their eyes at the gabbing females, pretending to take no interest but were no doubt listening from the side lines.

"It was nothing. I wasn't chastised nor was there any necking." She replied to their mountain of questions. She grinned, flattered they thought he might take interest in her that way.

"What was it all about then? He must have wanted something." Her friend poked her in her chest trying to get the whole truth to come out.

"Ow..." Lauren said, putting her hand over her sternum. Then in mock offense answered ,"He just wanted conversation. Is that so unusual? Just because he is an Alpha doesn't make him a lone wolf. He was very pleasant to talk to."

The females gave up their interrogation of her and went about their business. They weren't fully convinced with her explanation, figuring she was too much of a prude to go into detail. At this point Lauren wasn't too concerned with what they thought happened. It was a rumor that wouldn't stick around for long. It wasn't damaging, harmless, and flattering even.

She picked up her sewing things and returned to her own quarters. She had to rest well tonight for tomorrow was the night of the full moon and she wouldn't get much sleep then; the sounds of howling and snarling of others would keep her up.

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Rose stood in the centre of a forest, she was surrounded by men, they all had weapons that looked as if they'd kill any beast. Her bright red hair was now dark with dirt, blood and sweat, her face filled with despair and she watched as all the members of her pack were killed, one by one. Each slaughtered by the menacing men, Rose dropped to her knees crying, ready to meet her doom. But the humans never killed her. They merely walked away, leaving her alone with the corpses of her family. "She's not a werewolf, leave her." The one in charge said as one of the members kept his crossbow trained on her.
"How can we be sure?" The man asked, sweat beaded on his forehead.
"She never shifted or killed any of us, she even hid when the fighting started." The leader called back as they left the boy behind. Rose looked up at him, her blue iris' burning holes in his. She then leapt at him, her teeth sharpening and her hands turning into claws, she shredded the boy before quickly running off into the forest. The boys screams echoing behind her and the hunters shouts following the echo as she ran as fast as she could through the forest.



ImageRose opened her eyes to the sound of someone wrapping her door. She sat up and switched her small lap on, the golden glow illuminating the place she currently called home, although it was certainly not where her heart was. She called out to the person on the other side of her door. "Just a second." She quickly grabbed a silk dress and a pair of red stilettos and quickly put them on, she simply draped her messy red hair over her shoulders and opened the door. "Good morning." She smiled to the young man at her door, she simply stepped out and maintained a pace for the boy to keep up, her long legs making it easy to accidentally pick up pace.
"Miss Wilson, there's a rumour going around that a single werewolf killed eight hunters, there's currently only Coren and Lucas out and neither of them are capable of that nor are they in the section of the city it happened at." The boy timidly told her, Rose stopped in her tracks, her eyes squinting slightly as her pupils darted about, as if she was doing some sort of calculation in her head.
"Has anybody told Ian?" She asked, her voice sharp.
"No, we were waiting for your opinion on it." The boy told her and Rose nodded slightly. "Coren was seen talking to two girls on the train, we think someone's discovered him as not dead." Rose continued to nod and turned around to look at the guy.
"Thank you, you can go back to whatever it is you do." Rose waved him off before spinning on her heels and making her way down to Ian's. Rose wandered down the sewer hallways, the entire atmosphere was an insult to her five senses, the sounds of mice and rats scuttling around, the stench of human waste, the sight of the dirty walls, the taste that followed the smell and the feel of the scum in the air. It all made Rose sick to her stomach but she managed to keep her dinner down.
Rose approached the door of Ian's room but heard him talking so waited outside until whoever he was talking to left the room, she stood for a few minutes before Lauren stepped out of the room, Rose kept quiet as she watched Lauren make her way back to the public part of the den. Rose rapped on the door of Ian's quarters and waited for him to call her in before she stepped in, her red stilettos clacking loudly as she stepped in.
"Ian," She said to him her face serious. "There's a rumour of eight Wolfsbane Warriors being torn apart..." She paused before finishing. "...By a single werewolf." She looked at Ian with a face that spoke of concern. "I only know of two of our own that are out and neither of them are in that section." She put a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and looked at him. "None of our pack killed those men." She knew it was obvious but she felt the need to tell him. "Ian, we need to find them before the Blue Bitch does." Rose shifted her weight to one side and placed her hand on her hip. "There was something else..." Rose knotted her eyebrows in confusion. "What the hell was it?" Rose started to pace and then stopped, she looked over at Ian and sighed. "Something about a girl..." Rose shook her head, rolling her eyes as she did so. "I cannot remember for the life of me, but I'm sure it's not that important."

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ImageNo sooner than he had dismissed one wolf, a second was knuckling at his door. "My job is never truly done, is it?" Ian mumbled to himself as if he minded being needed. He didn't.

He crossed back across the room and pulled open the cumbersome door to reveal his Beta, Rose. She was donned in a gown made of fine silk that seemed entirely impractical for their surroundings, but no more impractical than Ian's own furnishings. It looked as though both wolves had a penchant for denial of circumstances or maybe just perhaps appreciated that one day those circumstances might change.

"Ian,"

"Ah Rose." Ian greeted, stepping aside so that she may enter through the threshold. "You must have some news of import if you've come all the way down here to my ramshackle abode..." He joked lightly though he realized there wasn't a snow balls chance in hell that this was a personal visit. "You bring News I trust?"

"There's a rumour of eight Wolfsbane Warriors being torn apart...By a single werewolf. I only know of two of our own that are out and neither of them are in that section. None of our pack killed those men. Ian, we need to find them before the Blue Bitch does." She paused for a moment before speaking again, but not long enough for Ian to get a word in edge wise. "There was something else...What the hell was it? Something about a girl...I cannot remember for the life of me, but I'm sure it's not that important."

"It'll come to you eventually if it were..." The Alpha stated calmly, Chrystaline Beryl eyes lost somewhere in this distance, unseeing and seeing all at once. "If this rumor is to be true, I want that wolf collected. He or she could be instrumental in our war front." He interlaced his fingers together barring his two index ones, pressing those to his lips as his mind visably reeled. "Lucas and Coren can handle themselves...they will be back when it is time...but We can not lose this trail. A wolf that can manage eight assassin's on their own? Invaluable." It seemed callous to not bring his own progeny and Lucas back, to not concern himself with their wellfare, but Ian had to keep focus. Sending out more wolves to fetch them would only put more in danger of being caught. No, they'd have to make their own way. For now, nothing was more important than the identity of the natural born killer and his/her whereabouts.

"Do we know where to start looking for this rogue wolf with such skill? I want you to go out and handle their retrieval personally. I would not demand it if it weren't important." He explained, his gaze finally finding focus on her as he lowered his hands back down to his side.

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Rose bite her tongue as Ian talked, waiting for him to be finished before she spoke so soon.
"It'll come to you eventually if it were... If this rumor is to be true, I want that wolf collected. He or she could be instrumental in our war front. Lucas and Coren can handle themselves...they will be back when it is time...but we can not lose this trail. A wolf that can manage eight assassin's on their own? Invaluable. Do we know where to start looking for this rogue wolf with such skill? I want you to go out and handle their retrieval personally. I would not demand it if it weren't important." Rose looked to the ground, biting her lip and closing her eyes.
Imageโ€œIโ€™m going to send a message out to the fencers and sympathizers, no way a werewolf would get away with that without some help. If I donโ€™t get a response, Iโ€™ll go to the scene personally and inspect the scene, with my senses, womanโ€™s intuition and perception, Iโ€™ll be able to track them down before the full moon.โ€ Rose gave Ian a smile, before pulling a face that implied โ€˜Did you expect anything less?โ€™ before pursing her lips and slowly blinking. โ€œIan, with all due respect, the Wolfsbane Warriors will be on high alert, Lucas and Coren may be capable fighters but with the hunters on high alert, they may not get back home. I know Corenโ€™s on a supply run but heโ€™s only a pup, maybe we should send someone else. Especially with all this hunter activity.โ€ Rose informed him, her suggestion coming across as a demand; she looked away from Ian when she finished, realizing her tone sounded demanding instead of suggestive. Rose waited for Ian to react, he was as unreadable as the sea, Rose had known her longer than most and she still could predict his decisions, no matter how many calculations she did. Although, she tried to put some humour into the situation and pulled a face and struck pose that said โ€˜act natural!โ€™.

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Imageโ€œIan, with all due respect, the Wolfsbane Warriors will be on high alert, Lucas and Coren may be capable fighters but with the hunters on high alert, they may not get back home. I know Corenโ€™s on a supply run but heโ€™s only a pup, maybe we should send someone else. Especially with all this hunter activity.โ€ Rose tried to play her demand off with a comical air, as if it might save her light in his eyes. It didn't.

An Alpha must be a thing of power, someone to be feared. He must be wicked enough to excite his packs aversion, strong enough to arouse their terror, and kin to them enough to awaken some transient gleam of comraddery. He must be inspirational, trusted, and in the very same breath, feared. This is no easy feat to accomplish. It's was comparable to walking a razors edge, and he had made teetering an art form. Most days, Ian would demonstraight a calm cool intellect and call upon that kinship-show he could feel empathy, or at the very least fake it to rouse that trust. Fear was not so difficult. Ian had an air about him that made people fall to their knees, they could feel the ripple of power in the air around him that came at a great age...but every now and again, a wolf would become too lax, too comfortable in their position and would present a challenge-possibly even unwittingly. Rose had done that just now, called his final say so into question and imaginged herself an equal to him...he could not let that abide...it was time to show his true colors-colors that ran as red as blood and rage itself.

"Without me, you would be nothing; just a stray dog scavenging for scraps, Rose Wilson. I gave you strength and I gave you a purpose, you should be grateful, and this is how you repay me? You think it is your place to debate my direct commands? I could tear you apart with little effort for such insolence. All I ask of you, is your obedience. You can choose to accept this...or not...but I think we know what would come of that, though." Ian replied with an unflinching deadly sense of calm, like the eye of a hurricane. There really was but one choice here, one path to take if she wanted to make it out alive.

It was in momments such as this that the level of psychosis that Ian possessed was painfully apparent. He would stop at nothing to achieve his means and anyone who stood in his way was disposable, expendable. Simple as that, he held no alligences.

"You will go and retrieve this wolf simply because I say so, and you will not collect Coren or Lucas. Am I clear?" He asked almost rhetorically, expecting a 'Yes sir', or better yet, 'Yes, Alpha'.

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"Without me, you would be nothing; just a stray dog scavenging for scraps, Rose Wilson. I gave you strength and I gave you a purpose, you should be grateful, and this is how you repay me? You think it is your place to debate my direct commands? I could tear you apart with little effort for such insolence. All I ask of you, is your obedience. You can choose to accept this...or not...but I think we know what would come of that, though." Ian replied, his icy calmness sending a cold shiver up Rose's spine, she wanted to remind him of the times she'd be more indispensable than the supplies Coren had gone to get, remind him of why he'd given her such power with the pack and how many times she'd remained loyal, no matter how wrong she thought Ian was. But her intelligence kept her in line, she wasn't going to feed the house fire with more fuel, she would have to suck it up and douse the flames herself. "You will go and retrieve this wolf simply because I say so, and you will not collect Coren or Lucas. Am I clear?"Image
"Of course, Alpha. Clear as crystal." Rose said, finally looking up as she ran a hand through her hair and gave a weak smile. "My apologies, Ian." She immediately spun on her heels and made her way out of the room. Once out the door, Rose rested against the door and let out a sigh, partly out of frustration and partly out of relief. Rose looked to her left and the same guy was standing there.
"Miss Wilson... Rose waved her hands at him.
"Blah blah blah. No." She told him. "I don't have time for this matter, tell one of the lieutenants." She went to walk past him but stopped herself. "Oh and make sure no one goes into the Alpha's quarters without his expressed permission or if they have urgent news or information that he has to hear." With that Rose strut off to her quarters to quickly change into a pair of black leggings, a black jumper, black furry body warmer and black boats before laving the sewer and taking out her mobile phone.
[To Group:Sympathisers and Group:Fencers]
[Red Alert! 8 Wolfsbane Warriors have been allegedly slaughter by avsingle werewolf. If anyone has any details, please respond asap. As always, be carefully, especially tonight.]
Rose then made her way to the crime scene, as soon as she arrived the scents of blood, wolves, expert hunters and a human. There was no one an ordinary pup killed the hunters, especially ones that Rose recognised the scent of. Rose looked around the scene, she recognised a young red head, the rogue of the Hunters. Rose looked to the man she was accompanied by, his scent was mixed, werewolf and human. Rose knotted her eyebrows and took out her phone, listing the scents and also noted the odd hybrid mix, that Rose assumed was impossible due to Wolf DNA being dominant and turning anyone with it into another mongrel, or so Rose thought.

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Rose managed to persuade the raging Logan to calm down and follow her, she managed to get him to trust her enough to let her help him. Rose, knowing it would be a long walk, tried to start a conversation with him.
"So what happened to you?" She asked curiously.
"I can't remember." He stated simply, causing Rose to pout.
"What can you remember?" She asked, hoping he'd at least give her something to talk about.
"Not much." Rose rolled her eyes, making a slight smile, before decided it would be best just to walk the rest of the way in silence.

Once they eventually arrived at the sewers, Rose scrunched her nose up in disgust, she hated the sewers and wished she lived in a finer place, but they had very little choice when it came to hideouts. Rose guided Logan through the maze-like sewers with no mistakes, she'd been down her for so long, she knew it like the back of her hand. She eventually reached the Common room and sighed, noticing the Sector 2 wolves and Coren, she briskly glided over to them.
"Evening, gentlemen." She greeted them. "Have you seen Ian?" She asked, hoping to get the boring hybrid off her back.

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ImageJared is such a prick. My God. Coren thought seethingly, grinding his teeth together, an awful habit that he perpetually nursed. He uncrossed his arms and let the full grocery bag lent to him by the boy's mother slide downward until it softly landed on the floor, and puffed out his chest with a sharp inhalation of air. He couldn't argue with a Beta when he was nothing more than a lowly Omega, so he had to bite off a few choice words that dripped from the tip of his tongue. He couldn't resist, however, just one quip, always the glutton for punishment. โ€œSo very straight forward of you. I'm sorry, I should of guessed Oedipus would be looking for his mother.โ€ He cracked a crooked grin, knowing the dig went over quite a few heads in the semi-circle formed around them but that Jared would undoubtedly catch on.

Fortunately or unfortunately, for it depended on the side you were on to determine the luck of it, Rose came sauntering in with her usual swagger.(Yes, you read correctly, swagger.) Donned in clothing not well suited for their current surroundings and followed by an entourage of one, a regular Arnold Schwarzenegger with more hair and less intellect. She was jumping to Jared's aid though he hardly needed it, choosing to nip at one of her own rather than the rivaling Beta of a second pack, whether it be an affiliate pack or no. Typical.

He felt a sharp pang in his chest as his eyes were cast down to his feet in a sign of submission to the flamboyant redhead. His heart ached because he was embroiled into a life that was not tailored to him, almost as if he had messed up his first chance so badly that this second was in penance only. And a thought occurred to Coren briefly that he might prefer physical pain to this discomfort, because at least there is some solace in pain; what was he to do with discomfort? His jaw had been battered against the ceramic tile floor when his father screamed of his selfishness and slapped him with all the anger his grandfather had bred in him before, but it seemed less uncomfortable than this. What he failed to realize however was that his scars would never just be physical, that there were scars lodged inside both hemispheres of his brain that had been tattooed there since the day his mother lost her life. He now conducted himself in spite of his father's judgment, in spite of being just like him, but while he chased after reckless habits and restless bodies; he was mirroring his father's tantrums.

ImageHe looked around to catch no sympathetic gazes, no kindred eyes. He needed to slink out of there before things got a shade more pathetic on his part. But too late did he make his decision to run for it, because suddenly with the soft clacking of heels, Lauren surged forward and pulled Jared into an embrace, breathless with surprise and excitement. Coren held fast. Instinctively. He felt as if his eyes had become opaque like a wall had gone up to seal off the windows of his thoughts. These are the days when 'Iโ€™m fine' was just a pile of stones he needed to clear out of his throat before they became a landslide and choke him up. Family and love, to others, was a sweet song on their lips and raw sugar on their tongues, but to Coren it was dust crunching between his teeth and a stillness to the air like all the world had died and left him marooned on the planet. The beast that was jealousy gutted the pup and left him hollowed out, like it had carved out his insides with a spoon and gobbled them up. A new string of creative curse words spun in the wheel of his mind, more reason to hate that spoiled brat.

He took a step backward to slip away unnoticed before a large chunk of stone fell from the ceiling in one of the tunnels behind him, garnering everyone's attention. He turned head too, to give witness to the spectacular event that was absolutely nothing. Just a loose hunk of rock, but allowed his gaze to linger as a shadow came into view...



ImageIan put the โ€˜grandโ€™ into โ€˜grandioseโ€™, appearing first only as a long stretching shadow that crawled across the common room floor like some black scuttling spider, his body yet unseen around the corner bend. Somewhere an ominous soundtrack should have been trembling and pounding, but unfortunately, life was not a thriller film, so the room was all but silent. However, perhaps the effect was all the more effective for this reason though because everyone seemed to be collectively holding their breath's as he finally came into view...well...baring the dynamic duo of Sector 2 and Rose's surly arm candy for the evening. Ian just could not help himself, he loved to make an entrance. He had already been informed of the other Alpha's presence as well as Rose's companion's since the moment they had set foot into his stretch of dilapidated tunnel. He was the sort of Alpha that had his hand in every jar but was never spotted taking the cookie. So, now all that was left to him to do was put on a show.

Imageโ€œDaryl...Jared.โ€ He welcomed the pair, blue steely gaze somewhat contemptuous despite the warmth leeching from his voice, like artificial honey drizzling from metal spoon. โ€œWhat a pleasant surprise.โ€ He clasped his large hands together only to open them again to extend one to Daryl to shake. He knew what he was doing, being agreeable whilst his pack's eyes were trained on them. If Daryl refused his hand, he looked all the worse for it. Poor thing...that haggard Alpha opposite to him was really quite awful with politics, too pure and quick tempered for the game.

โ€œTo what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning? You haven't brought anymore pack members from two with you? What a pity...I never did like the whole sector separation deal...do pass along they are welcome to visit anytime for me.โ€ He flashed a saccharine smile, all white teeth with rounded edges. Not so much as a flashed fang in the face of his rival.

He allowed his gaze to trail away from his real live photo negative to catch the eye of one hairy, squat man-beast; who looked all to the world like a caricature of a person instead of the genuine article. โ€œAnd who is this? The wolf I sent you after I presume?โ€ He rhetorically asked Rose, giving the stranger a once over. โ€œBut you're not a wolf are you...โ€ His brow furrowed, unhappily perplexed with the situation before him. He knew what this man was now, Ian always ten steps ahead, but he wasn't sure what to do about him just yet.

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"No shit, but that doesn't answer what the 'Logan' is. It's not human.. but it ain't a werewolf either." She went to respond when Logan responded.
"When I figure out what I am, I'll let you know too buddy," Rose laughed at the two bickering.
"Now, now, boys." She purred. Then she turned to Jared, who was finally replying.
"Thanks Rose, but I think I can find my way." She bowed her head and waved the pack member away, she noticed a glint in Coren's eye and felt bad for not coming to his aid. Her smile fell just slightly, remembering what it was to have your family taken from you and then having to go on the run, she blinked slowly and let out a subtle breath, before blinking back tears as she began to remember the past.

Someone gasped from behind her and Rose spun around to see Lauren.

โ€œHey mom.." she heard Jared say, before hugging his mother and acknowledging her companion. "Hey Uncle Lucas."
โ€œโ€œYou really need to shave son! And you're looking thin, have you been eating right? A beta needs to have his strength; come over later and I'll cook you something---b]โ€ Rose blinked in confusion but smiled as she watched the family reunion, her heart warming slightly. Rose then heard Daryl clear his throat and address Lauren.

โ€œ[b]Well arenโ€™t you a sight for sore eyes in these tunnels, Ms. Silverstein,
โ€ She twisted her head round slightly to watch his grin growing. โ€œItโ€™s good to see you again.โ€ Rose felt a twang of jealousy flow through her but she bit her tongue and hoped no one would notice her cheeks going rosy.

โ€œIt's very good to see you again too, Alphaโ€ Lauren replied as she began to bow and was stopped by the Alpha who instead gave her a hug. Rose's left eyelid twitched slightly. "So...What's going on..?"

"Oh, I just have to bring my dear friend, Logan, to see Ian." Rose replied, smiling politely.

As a hush fell over the entire pack, Rose looked over her shoulder to see the creeping silhouette of her Alpha. After her latest interaction with him, she wondered if he was still annoyed at her but she pushed it to the back of her mind as she had to deliver the 'wolf'. He addressed the Sector 2 wolves and Rose's eyebrow arched slightly as he was being so polite and overing to put a roof over the sector wolves heads, yet she didn't question it or even make it obvious that she found it strange, quickly changing her facial expression back to polite and smiley. Ian then turned to Rose and she bowed her head slightly before he addressed her,
โ€œAnd who is this? The wolf I sent you after I presume? But you're not a wolf are you...โ€ Rose blushed slightly before responding.

"This is Logan, he was the wolf's accomplice but I think he's what we were actually after..." She hesitated a second before finishing. "The actual werewolf got taken, she's still very young." She informed him about the young girl before returning to the matter at hand. "There was another like him." She simply told Ian, waiting for his response to the information she'd just told him.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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Lucas looked down at their arms as Lauren unlinked them, frowning only slightly before looking back up to her with a slight smile.
โ€œNo, I havenโ€™t seen him in a whole month now. But I understand. He is always busy trying to keep his pack in order.โ€ Lucas gave her a sympathetic smile as she sighed.
"He is the Beta of Sector 2, he's might have meant to write but just hasn't found the time to." Lucas then remembered the invention of the telephone. "Or call, you know how hard it is to find peace for us let alone a beta. He might never have much time to himself."
โ€œI am worried about him. Last time I saw him he looked so ragged. I donโ€™t know if itโ€™s just part of fitting into his pack. They all look like they just got up after a full moon.. But he looked like he hadnโ€™t been sleeping well at all. And he was asking me questions about when I was turned and what it was like. He has never asked me those sort of questions before..โ€ Lucas looked away from her for a bit before looking back at her.
"I doubt he does get much time to himself and all the work would make him tired looking." Lucas tried to convince her.
โ€œIt made me think maybe he found someone he wanted to turn. Is that a ridiculous thought or what?.. Jared turning somebody..โ€ Lucas looked at her, his face surprised. Lucas shook his head.
"No, no." Lucas stumbled on his words. "Jared would never do that without asking for consent from Daryl and making sure you were all right with it and if it was..." He stumbled again, his words finding it hard to come out of his mouth. "He's probably just curious as to what it was like for you."

They finally arrived in the common area and Lucas' jaw dropped, as if by pure coincidence they were just talking about him and now he was there. He smiled as Lauren hugged him, happy to see them both smiling as they talked, Jared greeted him and he smiled with a wave.
"Hey. Jared." He smiled at the giant. "Definitely taller than when I last saw you, maybe another inch." He joked about Jared's height. Lucas heard a clear of the throat from behind him and twirled around to see Daryl addressing Lauren, he felt slightly protective over her but he knew Lauren was her own woman and that she wasn't interested in anyone like that right now, especially not any alphas. He watched as all the attention got put on Logan just before Ian arrived and welcomed the sector 2 wolves and questioned Rose about her companion.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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The roomโ€™s chatter dulled into silence, Daryl and Jaredโ€™s voices the last to be heard before they too realized something was up and turned to see what everyone else was staring at behind them. A long ominous shadow crept out from one of the corridors leading into the circular common area, the mere sound of Ianโ€™s footsteps drawing closer made every pack member of Sector 1 fall silent in reverence. There was also an eager anticipation that was palpable, two Alphas coming face to face was not an everyday occurrence, at least not in a public space.

Daryl tentatively watched as the other Alpha made his entrance, subconsciously grinding his teeth. Silence never occurred within Darylโ€™s pack when he entered a room, and if it ever did he would be almost certain it was because they were talking about him just before hand. But apparently this was normal here, and it gave him the creeps. He stole a quick glance at his Beta, who returned eye contact with a tense nod. Jared had sure changed his tune about having Daryl here, it was a relief he had come along.

โ€œDaryl...Jared.โ€ Ian welcomed them as he appeared in the corridor, putting on his Mr. Rogers friendly neighbor face, โ€œWhat a pleasant surprise.โ€

If eyes were windows to the soul, peering into the steel blue eyes of his rival, Daryl could see this was not a pleasant surprise and that he only bared their presence whilst his packโ€™s eyes were on him. Ian had made keeping up appearances an art form; he was able to weave his words into magic that gave the illusion he was more human than monster. He went through the motions to make himself relatable to others, but thatโ€™s all it was: a routine. Daryl could see this. Unfortunately for Daryl, he was one of the few who could, besides may be his Beta who had also gotten a glimpse of the man behind the mask as he trained below him.

For better or worse, Daryl was no good at hiding his emotions, and was pretty much an open book. Therefore, he was having a hard time now masking his frustration as Ian merrily went through his motions and extended to him a hand to shake. He knew it was to get under his skin and made his blood run hot. It was only because Daryl knew he would look like an ass if he didnโ€™t accept Ianโ€™s hand that he begrudgingly unclenched his balled fist and gave it a tight shake.

โ€œTo what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning? You haven't brought anymore pack members from two with you?โ€Ian canted with a pearly white smile,โ€œWhat a pity...I never did like the whole sector separation deal...do pass along they are welcome to visit anytime for me.โ€

Like Hell he was going to pass along that message, but he gave Ian a curt nod as if he would and released his hand.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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โ€œAnd who is this? The wolf I sent you after I presume?โ€ Ian questioned Rose, though his eyes scanned Logan, โ€œBut you're not a wolf are you...โ€

"Finally", Logan thought, someone addressing him directly. Logan gathered from Ian's dramatic entrance and how others had spoken of him before hand that he was a man of import, mostly likely one of the Alphas the fencer told him about earlier. This gave Logan some hope as he was someone who could do something about something. He opened his mouth to speak back to the Alpha, but was cut off by the red-haired woman. He clamped his mouth shut and impatiently glared at her.

"This is Logan, he was the wolf's accomplice but I think he's what we were actually after..." Rose piped up, "The actual werewolf got taken, she's still very youngโ€ฆ..There was another like him."

Logan was beginning to get antsy with everyone staring at him like some bizarre freak out of a circus, and he was also getting sick of hearing the same point that had already been established several times that day: that he wasnโ€™t human or werewolf. Every moment wasted in speculation about what he was, was another minute that nothing was being done to help Maia. And as much as he might have wanted to solve the same question of what he was, it was not as important as finding out how to save his friend.

Once Rose was done with her explanation, Logan jumped in to speak for himself, the frustration in his voice apparent as he spoke through gritted teeth.

โ€œI donโ€™t know what I am, but those assassins -- the ones who hunt you guys -- are damned determined to hunt me down too. they got my friend instead though.." he explained, the corner of his mouth twitching on its own as the scene of Maia laying there on the asphalt helplessly flashed through his mind. He should have done something to help her then, but he couldn't, and it shamed him that for all his super human strength he couldn't get to her. He blinked, pulling his mind's eyes back to the present, and in a less abrasive tone continued, hoping to garner empathy. "...Like she said, sheโ€™s a werewolf like all of you.. She's only a kid and she has no pack.. They took her some place and I want to know where that is, so I can go get her.โ€

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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โ€œI donโ€™t know what I am, but those assassins -- the ones who hunt you guys -- are damned determined to hunt me down too. they got my friend instead though...Like she said, sheโ€™s a werewolf like all of you.. She's only a kid and she has no pack.. They took her some place and I want to know where that is, so I can go get her.โ€ Had this vagabond lost his mind? Was he planning some sort of solo assault on Ordoghaz? Then he truly was a fool. For all his strength and glory, he hadn't a brain cell one. Ian mentally rolled his eyes and inwardly sighed. If he were just another lost ship to be dashed upon the jagged shore of The Devil's House then so be it, but what had his words turning to ash in his mouth before he could speak them was the fact that Logan was quite the tool to be utilized in the war effort and now that Rose had revealed their underground location to him, if he were taken captive, he could reveal it to the enemy.

Ian was beginning to realize that even with years filled with much plotting that one by one the delicate complicated mechanisms of his carefully laid out plans could spin rapidly out of control at a moments notice, bringing the whole edifice tottering into ruin. Ian straightened to his full height, drawing on every inch of haughty bearing he possessed even as his mind raced, calculating. Here he was outpowered and outnumbered, but he would not be outwitted; he would put his silver tongue to good use. "My dear man, I am so sorry you have been so unfortunate as to gain the attentions of men such as those. They are as ruthless as they come. You do of course realize that they have been our enemy much longer than yours...and while we'd love nothing more to point you in their direction, I am afraid we'd just be sending you on a suicide mission." Ian placed a sympathetic hand on Logan's shoulder and caught the eyes of his audience, garnering their attention with the royal 'we'. "Furthermore, my family, my pack, comes first you see. I'm sure this poor girl does not deserve the fate that's befallen her, but I can not in good conscious risk the lives of our own by telling you that information. What if you were to be captured, not to belile your abilities of course, but hypothetically....if you were to be...what would stop them from pulling our location out from behind your clenched teeth and sending a team to eradicate all that we have built....to take all of these innocent lives...men, women, and children all for the sake of one child?" He shook his head and tutted. "However, you are more than welcome to stay here with us my friend, an enemy of an enemy is an ally after all...and I hope you will."

Thisโ€”monstrosity. It was picaresque; it was a farce, a stage play with Ian's name on the playbill plastered all over the room. Except no one knew how to react, and they were all suddenly falling over themselves to read the act descriptionsโ€”but there was nothing there, nothing there but a facsimile of a human face bearing a sad countenance. It wasn't long before they were all giving him just what he wanted, eating right out of the palm of his hand. The pack was afraid for their own skins, threatened by the stranger's presence, and understanding of their Alpha's decision based upon the two aforementioned feelings.

Logan roughly shoved Ian's hand off of his shoulder, nostrel's flaring, temper rising from the pit of his stomach like a gasoline soaked fire, scorching the lines of his throat. He had come all this way under the impression, an impression the red head had left him with, mind you, that this leader and his people would be willing to help. He found himself unable to comprehend this hollow man full of hand-grown emotions. He glared at Ian, half hoping that his rage were something that unsettled that skin-tight mask of charm, but there was only so much you could do when you were up against a figurative politician that spoke silver-dollar words to a brain washed cult cut off from the rest of the world. Logan averted his wrathful gaze to look upon the 'congregation'. To him, it seemed the pack were a satirist writing a love letter to their leader. Except they were in some grotesque nesting doll reality, where the words were a labyrinth and all pens lead back to Ian: Ian was his own satirist, and he was writing a best-seller. This wasn't about helping Logan or not helping him: it was about power. It was about how their world spun at the speed Ian dictated. None of them could see it, but Logan had witnessed men like him before even if he couldn't remember it. The scar of their reign was seared into his brain like a brand. He finally brought his hardened gaze around to Daryl and Jared, taking note in the uneasy grimaces painted upon both of their faces. "You agree with this?" He asked angrily, voice cracking like a lightning strike. "You would leave this girl to die because he says so?!" He rumbled, the thunder to follow the lightning.

Coren's hackles bristled, the boy mirroring his 'father's' stance, swallowing heavily as his vocal cords likely repositioned themselves to vibrate at a similar pitch to Ian's own. His eyes were a little too clouded, too dull to be so young. A boy like steel too many times tempered, so obviously beaten into a shape so beyond recognition of whatever material it originally was. He was now a molded copy of his Alpha, not so quick and controlled or controlling but a loose copy all the same for his Alpha had infiltrated his bloodstream like a poison and left him nothing more than a satellite locked in permanent orbit around the brilliance of Ian's sun, permitted only to reflect, never to shine on its own. Of course, he assumed this was for the better. Who was he before now that was so great as to be compared to his leader? For that matter who is this stranger to challenge Ian's final say? Coren didn't like the vague air of disrespect the outsider carried with them nor did he like the turn this conversation was taking...words spoken like tip-toes on thin sheets of glass always seemed to end shattering into argument. Whatever came of this, he had his Alpha's back.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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Logan whirled around, pointing an angry finger at Daryl and Jared; Although Jared felt as if the finger was being personally pointed at him.

"You agree with this?" Logan riled them up, "You would leave this girl to die because he says so?!"

Jaredโ€™s palms sweated nervously and he could barely continue to look into Loganโ€™s eyes, seeing his own guilt reflected in them. His conscience screamed to finally be rid of this burden he had on his mind for two months now. He didnโ€™t care what it took or the price he had to pay to clean his conscience, he had to save this girl -- for real this time. And at the same time he took this step in his mind, he too physically came forward, breaking away from Daryl, his mother, and Lucas.

โ€œNo, I donโ€™t agree with it and I wonโ€™t leave her to die.โ€ Jared exclaimed, breaking the short-lived silence, โ€œIโ€™m willing to help.โ€

His words dropped like a stone in a pond, sending ripples of shocked murmurs through the crowd gathered around them. Jaredโ€™s gaze moved from Logan, to Ian and Rose. His sudden gusto for atonement made him braver and he looked at Ian directly, challenging him. He knew an explanation was much needed for his response and continued with an impassioned voice:

โ€œThere are more werewolves than we can count that have gone missing into Ordoghaz. Half of them we donโ€™t even know the fates of and weโ€™ve barely lifted a finger to find out what happened to them. Let alone save any of them. But our numbers are bigger than theyโ€™ve ever been in 200 years! Isnโ€™t it about time we stop taking crap from these Wolfsbane bastards and do something to defend ourselves? Right now they think they can just swipe us off the street and murder us one by one, and we are doing nothing to stop them!โ€

His words were like a sharpened knife, severing his tie to his former Alpha for good, but with the unintended consequence of severing ties with Sector 1 for good. He hadn't thought about it at this point, as all thoughts of diplomacy were superseded by his passion for justice - true even though he also had the motive of rescuing his progeny - he had always felt progress for his species was far too slow moving.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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Through out Jared's little speech, Ian's face was impossible to read; lined with a certain hardness like it was sculpted from stone marble, completely inexpressive. Coren's however, was an open book with illustrations for the easily confused, concern tracing every plane and curve of his features.

Ian had always said, No one was innocent. There was only the guilty, the ignorant, and the unlucky. And right about now, Jared was solidly fitting into all three categories. He was guilty of rivaling the original Alpha's command, ignorant of what sort of repercussions an act like that would bring, and unlucky in the respect that those aforementioned repercussions would be painful and plentiful. Ian sighed through his nose and ground his teeth together. Now the wolves around him were wavering in their initial decision. Should they protect their own hides, or should they push for the rebellion Ian himself had been calling for for over a decade? It was past time to quell this confusion, and restore order.

"Now Jared..." His voice was gentle but there was an undercurrent of something else there, something malicious. "I understand how you're feeling, for it is the same way we all feel, but I can not condone your brashness to act." He surveyed his audience closely, choosing his next words carefully. "I will not allow it, allow you to throw your life away and endanger your family. We must think clearly here, use logic and reason over emotion because they surely will not be making that same mistake. The reason they think they can kill us off one by one is because they haven't a clue just how many of us there are, we have led them to believe we a few, we are weak, but we are strong...but not strong enough yet. Not for this grade of assault." He held up his hands, a placating gesture. "You are young, younger than you know. You can not speak of the last two hundred years with any type of real knowledge....Now please, just calm down son."

Coren cringed at Ian's word choice. Son. He wasn't aware of Ian's manipulative nature, or of the fact that the Alpha would never consider anyone to be his kin, not truly because of his particular brand of psychosis and because of his birth circumstance...so, it stung....stung like a whip lashed upon the heart.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Elizabeth Harrows Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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Rose stood back from the on going discussions, she didn't need to involve herself anymore than she had to, she had already annoyed Ian early that night and she was pretty sure that Coren wasn't her bestest friend ever, no doubt he'd be having words with Ian about her siding with the wolves she was being an ambassador to.
Rose felt a slight twinge of guilt as Logan spoke up, she could have interfered before the assassins got the poor pup, but then she would have risked the weapon. Then Jared spoke up, his words caused Rose's eyes to widen in disbelieve and she watched Ian as Jared spoke, worried for his reaction, scared of the repercussion it would have for not only Jared but the pack he represented, but Ian seemed nonchalant, his voice was gentle but Rose could sense the darkness to his message, a shiver reaching up her spine at the word 'son'.

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Lucas stood by Lauren's side, he knew this could only end badly if Jared and his pack defied Ian, even after such a warning, but he couldn't fight the urge the Jared was right. All this time, hiding underground instead of taking the fight to the job, but then he shook the thoughts from his head. Without hiding down here and ignoring a few missing werewolves, the packs would never have grown, we wouldn't have as many wolves as we did, Ian was right, no matter how much it pained him to disagree with Jared, he had to side with Ian on this matter. The least Lucas could do was try to persuade Jared to see Ian's side of it in private.

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Elizabeth awoke with a gasp as their was an urgent wrapping on the door, she threw the blanket off her body and let out a sigh as she walked over to the door. "Hello?" She called out, looking through the peep hole.
"Miss Harrows?" The voice replied and Elizabeth knotted her eyebrows in confusion, very few people knew she was coming here, only Carrie and her family were aware of her coming to America.
"I think you might be at the wrong address." She called back, hoping he would go away. She turned to walk away, heading towards her new bedroom.
"Elizabeth Harrows." She heard the voice call, she stopped right were she stood, her blood seemed to freeze.

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From the look on Ianโ€™s face, or the lack thereof, Jared got the intuitive feeling he had touched a nerve. It was the same non-expression he got whenever he had crossed the line with him before. Yet the ever stoic leader bounced back into the game of charades with ease once it was his turn to speak.

In the progression of Ianโ€™s speech, Jaredโ€™s muscles became tense and his breathing sharper, more staccato as the aggression boiled up inside him. The false term of endearment at the end made him twinge, like the last straw had landed on his shoulder and he was a hair-pin sensitive mine ready to explode. Where did he get off calling him son? Ian never vested any interest in his development before he left the pack, treating him with cold indifference, he supposed because his family was of low rank but Jared had always refused to be treated as such. He swore he would grow up to be more one day and he had; not by doing anything he was told to by Ian but by forging his own way. He was ready to open his mouth again and call Ian out on his false compassion which he feigned out of pure self-interest, but he was grabbed firmly by the arm by Lauren.

โ€œJared โ€“ listen, please.โ€ she pleaded, turning him to look at her, โ€œWe have all lost somebody to the Wolfsbane Warriors and we would like to see some justice brought to them. But Ian is right: you shouldnโ€™t make the decision to attack headquarters so quickly. I feel bad for the poor girl in this situation, I really do... I've already lost your father though and I donโ€™t want to lose you too.โ€

Jared looked his mother in the eyes, for all his rebellious behavior, if there was one thing Jared had a hard time doing it was doing anything that might make his mother cry. He had perpetually stressed her out throughout his youth with his antics, but he could never stand making her upset to the point of tears - just as she seemed on the brink of now. He was ready to withdraw everything he said seeing the unshed tears glossing her eyes, then Daryl spoke up.

โ€œExcuse me,โ€ Daryl interjected, swaggering forward with his arms outstretched to either side, โ€œLast I checked, Jared here is my Beta, and it is my call whether he has permission to go on this crazy mission or not..โ€

Daryl at this point had allowed the interaction between Ian and Jared to go on out of curiosity what the other Alpha might do when his authority was so blatantly challenged by his former subordinate. He wanted to see if the mask would slip and show what was really hiding behind there โ€“ But the Big Bad Wolf stayed in his unassuming costume beneath the bed covers, beckoning all of the naรฏve to come closer. In any case, it was good to see Jared sticking it to the man and Daryl was ready to join him and drive Ianโ€™s ego into the ground.

โ€œAnd I happen to agree with Jared, that we have taken enough from the Wolfsbane Warriors and nowโ€™s the time as any to get started on this โ€œrevolutionโ€ youโ€™ve been talking about.โ€ Daryl proclaimed, with an obvious undertone of sass. It was clear that he was doing this just as much to get Ian to eat his own words as he was for altruistic reasons. He wanted to rip the control out of Ian's dirty paws and put him in his place as an Alpha of equal standing with all the others.

Lauren released the tight grip she had on Jaredโ€™s arm and glared at Daryl, tears still in her eyes โ€œWhat are you saying..? You'd let him do this?โ€ Her distress caused Daryl to visibly hesitateโ€ฆ But getting under Ianโ€™s skin and earning their long awaited freedom was far too irresistible.

โ€œIโ€™m saying โ€“ if we can get enough wolves to go on this mission, we're doing this.โ€ he replied to her.

That was it โ€“ a single bat of her brown eyes and he knew he had been shut out, like a door being slammed in his face. Her silence to his answer said more than if she were yelling. She looked between the both of them, angry and helpless to do anything. "Mom, please don't take this personally..." Jared began and reached out a hand to comfort her, but she pushed through the barrier of people surrounding them to the nearest corridor, the hard clack of her heels echoing then fading behind her.

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Jared appeared as if he were praying someone would hand him a set of boxing gloves so that he and Ian could go toe to toe in a ring. Where this little impudent ant had garnered so much audacity, Ian would never know. Perhaps the nubile Beta had always had it, was born with. His stupidity knew no bounds it would seem. It was one of the multiple reasons Ian had never granted him a seat of power in his own pack. Wolves like that were always at the center of a grand coup d'รฉtat and Ian refused to harbor mutineers.

Lauren stepped in to calm her sons agitated and frayed nerves, quieting the storm that rolled around, caged, between Jared's ribs. She possessed such a whole and organic ability to connect with those around her, to gather empathy, he felt almost imbecilic for not picking up on her usefulness before then. If anything, she would make a valuable weapon to utilize against her son if needed be....how attractive she appeared to him now...

Ian almost felt a glimmer of hope that he'd be able to reign in this tumultuous situation, perhaps even gain something from it until Daryl decided he could remain silent no longer. โ€œExcuse me, last I checked, Jared here is my Beta, and it is my call whether he has permission to go on this crazy mission or not..if we can get enough wolves to go on this mission, we're doing this.โ€

Ian's vision tinged in and out of red then black and white, going from enraged to wolfish in a manner of seconds. His fists balled tightly at his sides, knuckles popping under the sudden pressure. Even Daryl could not be so dense...but apparently he could. Ian envisioned just stepping forward and ripping the other Alpha's throat open with nothing more than his sharpened canines, it was greatly satisfying but hardly productive. He needed to rationalize...He slowed his breathing and calmed himself. Time. what he really needed was time. Surely Daryl was only concentrated on establishing the boundaries, maintaining his rule, and ruffling Ian's feathers; once he had time away to clear his hot head, he would see reason and the fault in this plan. He ultimately decided to let sleeping dogs lie least he wind up with fleas, but he just had to leave him with some food for thought no matter how dim the thinker must of been.

"Ah...well." He sighed. "You're right, Jared is a part of your pack now. Old habits you know, they die hard." He gave a low, hollow chuckle before he cocked his head to the side a bit, studying Daryl's face, then Jared's. "However, seeing that this plan does not solely threaten your pack, but all of ours, it would be best to refrain until you have had a chance to bring it up to the Alpha's of the other sectors. They mighten not like it if your recklessness puts the lives of their families in danger...Just some friendly advice from one leader to another." He smiled toothily, feeling like he had just hammered the final nail in the plan's coffin. "But please Jared, do see who you can gather to join you on this 'crazed mission', as you so aptly put it Daryl, though try not to be too discouraged if it is not many...after all, not even your own mother supports you in this, perhaps that may help you find reason in the end."

He feigned a woeful sigh, taking a step closer to the Alpha opposite to him. "I do hope we can get beyond this Daryl. Like I said, you and yours are always welcome here." Ian's words were volatile, like an overcast of black smoke creeping from the belly of his throat. His baited breath dousing Daryl's russet skin with fuel, a gasoline that spread all over his person. His fingers remaining unfurled, no longer a clenched fist, like erect match sticks to strike and burn his rival to cinders and ash. The other Alpha need make no mistake, Ian meant war despite the calmness of his tone or the submissive sound of his speech.

He let his gunmetal eyes rest locked on Daryl's own. He preferred to cut enemies dead with a look. There was no sense in killing his enemy. How would he know Ian had won?




Coren's body was wound up so tightly and tense throughout the whole impromptu meeting that his muscles felt like a python had corded it's body around his ligaments, constricting until his legs would inevitably give out. He was grateful when it began to come to its conclusion. Ian would not be happy later though, and Jared and his stupid Alpha were to blame for that, but they weren't the ones who would suffer the consequences. That privilege was Coren's and Coren's alone. His body preemptively complained about the future beating it would take in Ian's sparing lesson later that morning, for it would be as severe as Ian's nature undoubtedly. Please end on happy note, he unrealistically begged the ether. Just realize you guys are idiots and concede, pretty please. But of course, he was not so fortunate.

A new wolf intruded upon the conversation, cutting it to an abrupt close like the blaring of a car horn in on coming traffic. She was so obviously from sector two, she might as well as had it tattooed upon her brow. Her flippant, nonchalant entrance into the company of Alpha's spoke at a volume almost as loud as her appearance. He had seen many Alpha groupies in his four years there, recognized their style of licentious dress, their attitudes, and knew it was no surprise that he hadn't seen her before today, there were many wolves from other sectors he had yet to meet. None of that was what really caught Coren's attention, however, it was when he caught her eyes that he truly began taking note of her. Her gaze was one that could start brush fires, a look that mothers warned about. Her eyes sparked against his skin like flint against steel. She was hell on heels but worth the scorch marks she left you with...

So of course she was with Jared.

ImageCoren knew he needed to go to his Alpha's side, that he had to report his 'successful' fencer meeting and warn him of the potential threat that was Elizabeth, but he could not help tempting fate and Jared's patience by approaching the girl. He swaggered up, hands buried deep in his jean pockets, smirk half cocked like his plan. "Jared, you didn't tell me you guys were hoarding all of the lookers over there in sector two, that's really selfish of you." Coren clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, tutting. "I'm Coren, so that would mean you are...?" His grin blossomed as a look of utter repugnance crossed over Jared's features.