Pheobe
"The strength of the Pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack"
Pheobe was only half listening to the conversation between Peter and Evangeline as she was focused on their surroundings. Too many wolves, too many variables. She didn't like the odds if something happened. Phoebe's nails clicked gently on the table as she examined each and every patron.
"The wolves, however, can be a bit on the instigating side, and seem to enjoying causing unnecessary tension between the humans and the wolves. It's only certain wolves though," Peter said peaking Phoebe's interest, but Peter made an obvious attempt at changing the subject as he turned his charming smile towards her.
"Would you happen to have any questions, m'lady?" Peter asked her, his eyes meeting hers. Phoebe took a moment to think. She could take him on head on, ask her questions regarding the recent incidents and demand answers... or she could play his game and attempt to charm him in return.
Phoebe let a small seductive smile slide across her face as she leaned forward, accentuating her cleavage.
"Well.." She started to answer but was cut off.
The front entrance exploded inward, and the room was flooded with a group of five...maybe seven peope Phoebe counted as she threw herself in front of Charlie as she was the closest to her.
"Protect. Protect the pack Her wolf howled.
Phoebe caught the scent of the intruders, humans and unchanged wolves commingled....but...they had another scent...Rouges. Phoebe stood, still attempting to put herself between Charlie, Evangeline and the Threat. The men where covered from head to toe in black gear, and they held guns. Pheobe heard four thuds and the room was suddenly filled with white clouds of thick smoke. The intense smell burned her eyes and stung her nose and throat. She ripped the bottom of her shirt off and wrapped it around her nose and mouth, then ripped off her sleeves and passed one to Charlie.
'Who dare attack my pack?!' Her wolf bayed.
Phoebe turned to give the other piece of cloth to Eve, only to see she was no where to be found. She spun around and caught sight of a man throwing Eve over his shoulder. Fury burned through Phoebe suddenly. She felt her eyes shift, sharpening the focus. Pain burned through her jaw and hands, as claws sprouted and her canines elongated.
She jumped on the man closest to her's back, and ripped into his throat with her sharpened teeth. He didn't stand a chance as she tore through his jugular. She stepped away from him and started in on the next man. She clawed at one of the men's face, tearing through his facial skin and blinding him. She used a roundhouse kick, her boot connecting with the jaw of one of the men sending him flying backwards.
Phoebe didn't see the gun raised in her direction, but she definitely felt the bullet tear through her lower abdomen. Pain bloomed through her as blood poured out of her. She had to get to Evangeline....but there where too many of them, too many bodies to get through. Failure was not and option. She felt her limbs get heavy as she fought but she refused to give up. Fury bit through her. She would not be weak again, she would not let her alpha down.
She tore through the man headed for Charlie, unwilling to let them have another of her pack. She would save them all if it was the last thing she did.