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The Marked

The Marked

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Werewolf - Do you live in the pack house...has your mate told you who she is yet...if ever the rogues come...will you know who she is before then...or will her silence risk destroying everything...

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Introduction

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Full rights to this story line go to Roleplayer shmband. I really liked the concept and want to give it another go with some extras :)

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We are those who share our souls with wolves. The world calls us werewolves. They also say we're dangerous, uncontrollable, immortal...but they're wrong. We live in communities, integrated into human society, living and dying, working and raising families, just like them. With a few...complications that arise from our nature.

At some point in the life of a werewolf, the individual "receives their wolf". This is usually around 8-10 years old for boys, 16-21 years old for girls. More details on why this is and what it means below.

From the age of about 15 up to about 20, young wolves live in the "pack house" under the care of the alpha and his mate. They form a microcosm of the wider pack community, and here they receive instruction, mature, discover their identity within the pack and, quite often, discover their own mate.

However, there is a large difference between female wolves and male wolves. Where as male wolves find their wolf at a young age, it is a far more difficult process for a female. They won't hear their wolf until they find their mate. It is their mate's role to coach them through their first change if their mate isn't present... then the stress of the change will kill them. There has only ever been one female wolf who survived the change without their mate, she was severely scarred, though. (see marked if you want to know !)

It is the Alpha's job to protect these young wolves at their weakest stage in life. He must protect them from the Rogues that would jump at the chance to slaughter them to diminish the pack numbers. In the past things have not always run smoothly and wolves have been lost either in death or through their kidnap by Rouges. Will they disrupt the peace again? - See more information for Rogues -

This generation also includes the Alphas Son and Daughter, he is growing old and knows he needs to select a new Alpha to take over when he retires, an Alpha to train, though the current generation staying at the Pack house are not aware of this The Alpha is viewing each of their actions towards potential Alpha Material. Usually, the role falls to the Alpha's children, however, it is not unheard of for the Alpha to choose a more suitable candidate.

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For this RP, most of you will play one of the young wolves in the pack house. Males will already have their wolves, females will not (at first).

This RP is based after the events of MARKED(RP). You do not need to have read this to take part in this RP. These events involved the repelling of a dangerous pack of rogues by the alpha of the time, etc.

Character list (names in italics are HUMAN characters):





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Alpha: Jason Sutton (NPC) [/b]
Age: 49
Played ByLolKatLove
A warm man with a hearty humor he is someone worth knowing. However, the Alpha does not take pity on those who break the rules. He knows to lead he must lead must example, and that also means no one is immune to breaking the rules.



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Alphas Mate: Rachelle Sutton (NPC)[/b]
Age: 43
Played By LolKatLove
A Kind woman with an understanding heart. She often tries to lessen the punishments The Alpha wants to use keeping him in check as she provides an ear and a shoulder for the young wolves. Her guidance has successfully lead many young wolves to their maturation.



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Beta: Phoebe Danica
Age: 23
Played ByEmotionless
A strong and fierce woman the Beta of the pack is an extraordinary survivor. Having lost her mate in a tragic accident she lives her life to protect her Alpha hoping to find solitude in her loss and perhaps find another mate to call her own.



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Alpha's son: Aziel Sutton
Age:21
Played ByLolKatLove
Aziel is an incredibly smart man enjoying puzzle solving in his spare time. He is protective of his pack should they ever be threatened, however, he has a very laid back attitude without the ambition nor intention to become the next Alpha. He enjoys skiving off and fixing his motorbikes as a hobby. With a rebellious attitude, he has been known to be quite rude to most members of the pack preferring his own company over others. This is larger due to his past - see the profile.



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Alpha's daughter: Evangeline Sutton
Age:17
Played By Kura Ravendade
The daughter of the Alpha Eve is a spontaneous, quirky and highly intelligent girl. She loves anything to do with animals however her temper can sometimes flare. She loves her family and has strong ambitions to take after her great great grandmother and become the next Alpha of the pack. She fights to prove herself every day as a fiesty and confident young woman.






The other young people of the pack house. They are Children from other wolves within the pack currently living at the Pack House as they are maturing. Wolves from outside the pack house (not Alpha family) are termed "Omega's" but this is not a derogatory term, it just means they're not an alpha or a beta! New spaces can be created, boy/girl ratio does not have to be 50/50: If you want a Bio adding to the front page please PM me what you want it to say :D


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Russel Talbot
Age: 18
Played By CutUp
A young man struggling to co-operate with his wolf. He suffers from a dark past and has found a home in the Sutton Pack.



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Charlie Hart
Age: 20
Played ByTristisNox
Charlie is a shy girl who wants nothing more than to pursue her love for music. She is kind hearted and loves her family.



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Silvestra Roberge
Age: 19
Played ByLostsoulbleed
Adopted by the pack Silver has found a family in Eve and the Alpha's. Protective of those she cares for Silver wants to repay them for their kindess.



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Peter Green
Age: 22
Played By Kura Ravendade
A carefree young man Peter is a wolf searching for adventure and excitement. With a boisterous personality he has found himself mixed up wth the Sutton pack.




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Extra characters: - See OOC Forums for Rogues and NPC'S.






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The Packhouse is a large complex because it typically accommodates 8 - 20 people at any one time. It consists of everything a house is expected to have as well as a movie room, tennis court, basketball court, pool, gym and a games room containing all the consoles and every board game under the sun!

Everyone has their own bedroom with a few of their own things depending on their interests, there are a boys washroom and girls washroom (the alphas have their own en suite).

Mates



Mates share a bond. At first, it is not apparent but the female will always acknowledge who her mate is first. This is the first realisation that she is "receiving her wolf". The male must wait until his mate tells him who she is. This can frustrate many males because sometimes their mates are shy, scared of being rejected or just plain don't know yet- the greatest fear is not having a mate.

Mate are your other part. In a mushy way, they complete you. In the real sense, they honestly do. They become your best friend, your lover and the other side to your soul. The protection and attraction you feel to your other half are beyond imagining! The day you realise your mate you can't imagine a day when you didn't know.

How it works

A female will gradually develop an awareness of who her mate is. Sometimes it's a "flash of light in the dark", sometimes it's subtle. That is when the bond will begin to grow. They will feel an unearthly pull towards that male and will have an unchallenged love for them no matter whom they may be. You don't get to choose these things they just are as they are.

A male will remain clueless of whom his mate is until she tells him. However the longer the female knows about her mate and the more time they spend near each other the stronger the bond will become ie. the pull will strengthen. Males will feel an unexplainable need to protect a female, they'll tell her things and wonder why on earth they did, they'll naturally bump into her more and more as their wolf naturally seeks her out.

A male's wolf will know who their mate is but the wolf won't utter a single word to him. He'll say things like "She's near" but to a clueless guy "she's near" could mean anything!

When a female comes round to telling the male that she is his mate he will have to claim her (wink wink) to make it completely clear to their wolves and themselves that they are most definitely mates and that the male has accepted the female as his other half! Yay.

Males will then have to help their mates through their first shift. You see the females will not shift until they have a mate.

You and Your Wolves


Males: Become aware of your wolves at age 8-10
As soon as you are aware of your wolf you will shift on the first full moon afterwards.
You'll grow up and you'll have the words of your wolf in your ears from then on helping you through life.

Females: You don't have quite the same luxury as the boys.
You will only receive your wolf when you recognise your mate and tell him. (So no voices for you till then)
Your mate must then help you through your first shift which will be on the first full moon by telling him.
If your mate fails at helping you in your first shift. You will die.
Your first shift is dangerous as you are releasing your inner wolf and by that I mean you turn into a wolf for the first time. Scary stuff.

Wolves are like a conscious muttering stuff in your ear. Sometimes it will tell you something it senses, danger, your mate. Other times it'll be giving you its unwanted opinion on something. You can't help acting in a more feral manner when you've got a wolf whispering in your noggin.


Shifting


Shifting isn't a walk in the park otherwise, why would there be a risk of death?

First shift


On your first shift, you receive your wolf. You won't know what to expect on your first shift and therefore, the pain tends to take you by surprise. You'll be experiencing bones, breaking, changing and dislocating in various places and that'll put the H in your Howl.

Males

When Males first shift anyone around them should try to help, usually, your Alpha can sense when you're approaching your first shift so he'll be lingering close to you by instinct. Older males are called in around about the time young males are due to shift so that there's more help around when the time comes. Males tend to have a good resistance to the pain though it still hurts like something else!
Being at quite a young age you'd think you'd be more vulnerable to death but it seems in your youth you rely on adults more, therefore, you find it easier to take instructions from them and know that they're right without question.
Its even easier due to the fact that 90% of the time your alpha will be present and use his authority that ol' dog can save your life. (also helps with bonding and loyalty when your alpha aids your shift)

Are your wolves any help?

Surprisingly your wolves are of no help when you take your first shift, in fact, in a way they hinder you and make the experience harder to handle. All they want is to be released and they'll be clouting in your ear to let them go regardless of whether you're ready or not. That's why it's so important to have others there to observe and help you, making sure you don't release your wolf before your body is ready. Releasing a wolf too early is like having a premature birth and it can and will kill you.

Females

When females first shift it's all down to their mates to help them through it. It's all a little more traumatic for a female and an almighty rush to the head to all of a sudden have your wolf's voice in your ear and the pain and pressure of shifting and having to trust your life to someone else hands, sometimes someone you hardly know! Their mates need to be strong and sturdy with them to make sure they don't cave into the pain or their wolves inner voice in their ear.
Being older females can struggle to listen or pay attention to their mates, it helps if your mate is older because naturally instincts will suggest more experience but if your mate is the same age or younger even it can have a dramatic effect on whether or not you can accept their instructions when you feel like your spines being ripped out.

Females can easily turn quite selfish when they're going through their first shift. Due to pain and the suddenness their points of view can become one sided not to mention their wolves are very selfish when they first pop into existence- they can't even think what it might be like for their mates having to handle such a life-changing moment where if they fail the female rifling about in their arms, they'll be second in line for responsible of her death, and will lose their only partner after literally only having just met her.

There's no sensing when a female will shift all you know is it will be on the full moon after she reveals herself to her mate, what time exactly on that date remains unknown so yeah...you'll be on tender hooks a little. Just make sure she doesn't go into the bathroom and lock the door lads otherwise you'll be having a test of strength when you have to break it down.

The smartest, safest thing to do is tell your mate who he is as soon as possible before the next full moon so that you can prepare each other a little. Not always the case though with shy, reluctant females who let the little things worry them like: What if he'd rather have ''___'' as his mate?

Overall

For the first time you get weak, there's a blood loss that seems a lot on appearance but it isn't essentially to the body though it will leave you feeling heavy and light.
Guys your girls are going to be like puppies no matter how mature they seem usually there's no avoiding the refresh of being a wolf for the first time. They won't be small and fumbling around your paws like newborns but they'll be smaller than you (so careful), new to the world with heightened senses and well they won't know whats good for them unless you tell them.
Girls your guys are going to be pretty rowdy in their wolf forms, its natural so watch you back (literally)

A first shift always takes place on the full moon. However in future shifting, you may find you can shift slightly early from the full moon if you wanted to but never later than the full moon.

Future Shifts - your wolf form

Future shifts are still painful, but not to worry, being aware of what to expect takes away the stress and fear of the unknown, after a while your body will begin to numb towards the feeling out of being used to it but it will always involve pain- just a fact of life.

Shifting back and forth is voluntary and can be done at any time, but it's not something anyone would do lightly. Doing it for a parlour trick would be equivalent to someone deliberately slamming their shoulder into a wall to dislocate it, just to show people that they know hot to relocate it. You probably wouldn't do it unless there were dire consequences to not doing it or lots of money up for grabs. :]

Full-moon shifts are initiated as the moon emerges. So it will occur anytime during the dusk-hour. For that reason when wolves are gathered, they won't all necessarily shift at exactly the same time. This occasion simply entails the wolf being forced to shift into wolf form, they don't have to remain that way for as long as the moon's out.

Once a wolf has shifted, there's no minimum time they have to remain in wolf form, nor is there any maximum time they can remain shifted. Even if it's a full moon, they can shift back anytime after the initial shift. Remaining in wolf form takes no more energy than remaining in human for! The only limitation is that the act of shifting itself (in either direction) is very exhausting, so at least a few minutes to regather strength might be necessary. (After a first-ever shift, the wolf will be very weak and unsteady on their feet for at least twenty minutes.)

When in wolf form they cannot talk or communicate telepathically. Oftentimes packs develop a system of 'signing' to be able to give rudimentary instructions whilst in wolf form, but these will be very limited and basic, and include things like "you wait here" or "take me to the others" or "is it safe to shift back?".

Injuries sustained whilst in wolf form remain in human form, and vice versa.

Rogues

Just because a wolf doesn't belong to a pack doesn't necessarily make them a 'rogue'. A rogue is someone who belongs to a 'pack' that operates outside the norms and structures of werewolf society. They usually have an 'alpha' who is generally the strongest or has proven themselves in some way, and they don't observe the normal manners of mating. More to the point they do not trade or cooperate with normal packs; they get what they need by hunting, stealing and usurping.

Toggle Rules

• Write in the third person past-tense. ("Jerry walked into the lounge and turned on the television.")

• This is a medium-high literacy RP. We want a story to emerge that everyone contributes something to. I'm not gonna set a minimum length, but aim for at least 250 words per post unless you're involved in a real quick-fire exchange.

• Contact me if you think you're gonna have trouble carrying on. At least then I can make some sort of arrangement whether it means adopting your character or killing them off. Don't just disappear and leave us all in the lurch!

• DEDICATION! This RP is a sequel to an awesome RP that another writer and I adapted into a novel. This sequel RP itself has been run once before and is even now the 14th longest RP on the site (in terms of words) even having been dead for six months. This was achieved because of dedicated RPers. I'll be looking for people who'll stay, and I may employ a 'roll call' system during the early stages, just to weed out the slackers.

• Standards site rules for language and romance apply. Swearing must be justified by the context. The perceptive among you will notice that sex is kinda written into the formula for discovering mates, but the act itself cannot be portrayed in your posts! Find a creative way of hinting that it's about to happen/has happened...

• There is a plot to this RP. Please don't try to derail it, but by all means throw me a curve ball and contribute your ideas to the story!

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"Hey guys. Can't say that I've seen you here before. Unless I'm mistaken, you lot are a bunch of fresh new faces. Mind if I take a gander as to what brings you all here?" An attractive male wolf approached her group. His smile might have disarmed any other woman, but Phoebe looked over him with observant eyes, keenly aware that the entire bar was watching them.

"The name's Peter. Peter Pan James Green. I know, genius, right? As in Peter Pan and the Lost Boys? I thought it was creative too," he grinned. Phoebe cocked her head to the side slightly, still watching him silently. Entirely over confident. Before she could speak Evangeline spoke up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter. I'm Evangeline, but most people call me Eve. My friends and I, are visiting from out of town and simply looking for a place to eat. We've been traveling for quite a while and would love to sit down and order some drinks and food," she smiled, tilting her head to the side, making herself look meek. Phoebe almost cracked a smile at the female’s antics.

"Well, you lot chose the right place than. There's no better place to eat in town than Zum Schwarzen Adler. Why don't I sit down with you all? I could answer any questions you may have about the town, seeing as you're visiting," Peter said, his tone indicating an undercurrent of mistrust. Good they were on the same page.

"Well, I can't speak for all of us, but I wouldn't mind learning a bit more about this town from the man who seems to know it all," Eve said. Phoebe only partially listened to the conversation as her eyes scanned the room. Two exits, three windows, easy to get out if need be.

"Well? You seem like you're the one in charge, m'lady. What's your say on the matter?" Peter said suddenly deferring back to her. He knew she was in charge, more observant than she expected. That made him a possible threat. Again before she could answer Aziel stepped forward, placing himself between Charlie and the man.

"Peter is it?" Aziel didn't falter eye contact with this wolf folding his arms defensively.
A flare of irritation burned though her, what was it with these young ones and cutting her off. Phoebe saw the defensive stance

Aziel took as she blew a breath out from between her teeth and pushed back the irritation. They were here to observe not cause a ruckus.

Phoebe placed a gentle hand on Aziel’s shoulder, a reminder of the reason for their trip.

"Name's Aziel, how about I get some drinks whilst Phoebe picks a table. She has her preferences" He said.

"Eve I'll get you the usual, what's your drink, Peter? From a guess, I won't say your a cocktail guy" Aziel said as he looked back at the group.

"I could use a hand carrying the drinks back if anyone cares to join" He said as if reading her mind. She did not want him going alone.

“Russell, please go with Aziel, wouldn’t want any spilled drinks” She said quietly as she made eye contact with Russell, making it clear it was an order not an option, despite the sweet tone if her voice. Then she looked at Aziel with a smile.

“Water for me please” She said as she nodded towards the table nearest to the door, yet furthest from the inhabitants of the bar. She waited for them to pass her. As they passed a table she a male wolf reached for Charlie. Phoebe didn’t think, she only reacted. A split second and she had the wolf’s hand behind his back in rear wrist lock, his face hit the table hard.

“You see, that, that was a BAD idea….” She growled in his ear. He fought against her hold and his friends stood to defend him. She pressed harder on the grip she had on his hand and he howled. The roar of the people around her drowned out as her wolf snarled internally, begging her to rip out the man’s throat. She took a deep breath and pushed back her wrath.

“You are lucky I am on duty, mutt, tell your puppies to back off or you die.” She growled.

“Ba-back off guys” He ground out. She let go of the man and stepped back.

“No harm no foul, right buddy?” She said with a kind smile. He looked as though he thought about attacking for a moment, but then stopped and nodded, obviously coming to his senses.

She sat with her back to the wall, so she could see everything.

Two wolves in the far corner stared at her maliciously, irritated because she ranked higher than them? Or friends with the ass whom she had just kicked. One male to her right couldn’t take his eyes off of her breasts. She inwardly groaned but ignored them, this was not going as planned.

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Charlie's eyes tracked Aziel as he went to stand in front of her, shielding her more from the rest of the bar. More of her anxiety of having others watching her eased, but it didn't last long as he suggested to Peter that they go get something to drink. She thought a moment about volunteering, but didn't and sighed in relief at not having to. There were too many wolves between wherever Phoebe decided to sit and the bar. It would be safer for her to go and sit as far away from others as possible than wade through a sea of wolves. Although she vaguely recognized some faces as being part of the pack most were unknown to her.

Placing a hand on Aziel's shoulder, Charlie whispered, "Water please." Before dropping her hand and following the Beta of the pack. She thought her alertness was on max, but apparently it was not. As her head turned as something brushed against her hand, she slightly jumped when a wolf hit the table with Phoebe forcing his hand behind his back.

“You see, that, that was a BAD idea….” The Beta growled in the man's ear. Charlie watched as the two struggled for power with Phoebe being the ultimate victor. So much for trying to blend in... Charlie's eyes swept over the room again, a sigh threatening to escape. I am too out of place here. A human among dozens of wolves, I could never hope to blend in. At home the pack is used to my presence and to a degree ignores me, but here... Here I stand out like a light in the dark. The altercation didn't last long although for a moment the air crackled with tension, on the cusp of an all out fight. However, nothing came of it at that moment and Charlie followed Phoebe to the table of her choosing. Charlie slipped in next to the she-wolf staying as close her without making it awkward. With her back to the wall, she felt better. Now no one could sneak up behind her.

Once more her eyes scanned the room, noting the two exits and three windows mapping out the easiest escape route if anything happened. Her eyes only stopped when she noticed two wolves in the far corner staring maliciously at Phoebe. I predict a fight. We do not appear to be welcomed here. Too many are staring at us with malicious intent. Eyes angrily tracking Phoebe and Aziel... Tense eyes watching Russell... Lustful eyes following Eve, Phoebe, and myself. Too many volatile variables in a tense room. Under the table, Charlie silently slipped out her mace and hid it in her hands that were clasped together in her lap. Great, now I have to stress pee...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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BeFoUr | Zayn Malik

"Leadership is not about being in charge - it's about taking care of those in your charge."


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Coming Home Part II | Skylar Grey

"Despite what other's think, I don't trust words - I trust actions."


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Russell Talbot Character Portrait: Charlie Hart Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Peter Green
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"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.

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Russell Talbot Character Portrait: Charlie Hart Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Peter Green
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Aziel nodded to the bartender as she prepared their drinks order.

"I don't trust One Direction over there. We need to watch him. He's crafty." Russell softly stated to Aziel beside him.

Aziel pulled a hand through his hair looking back for a moment to inspect said 'One Direction' fellow. "I don't trust half the people in here. If they're anything like I expect they're out for themselves and don't give a shit about anyone else." Aziel paused for a moment to pick up his bottle of beer taking a large gulp emptying it before placing it back on the bar. "Peter is just intelligent enough to try and figure us out forwardly than sneaking around".

As Aziel finished his sentence he suddenly tensioned his hand tightening into a fist as a commotion broke out with the girls. He stepped forward but restrained himself when he saw Pheobe's quick movements protecting Charlie from the mutt that had tried to touch her. He was glad Pheobe was as skilled as she was. Relaxing his hand slightly he flexed his fingers glaring at the mutt who now meekly walked away from the girls towards his own table of lowlifes.

-KILL THEM- A dark and angry snarling echoed at the back of Aziel's mind. His lip twitched slightly as he held back his wolf's desire to tear them apart.

Taking heavy deep breaths to try and calm his wolf and control the rage that shivered through him Aziel pulled his gaze away from the lowlifes and brought it back to Russell. Shattered glass littered the bar which once used to be Aziel's beer as Russell awkwardly looked away from him.

"I don't trust them. I don't like how they look at Evangeline and Charlie. I'm ready to move anytime." Russell said mirroring Aziels thoughts.

"A fight here wouldn't be wise. There are too many wolves from different packs" Aziel looked around again as some of the patrons had noticed their reactions and were not watching them more intently than before. It would be bad to make a bad impression against other packs, and he knew if he were to release his rage blood would spilled. If he were here alone without the pack he would have slung them without thinking. But he knew in this situation it would only threaten the packs safety.

As the bartender served up the last remaining drinks onto a tray for them Aziel looked back over to Russell spoke in a quieter tone to try and prevent eavesdroppers. "You held yourself back well. I trust in your instincts" he said knowing full well how difficult it was to restrain your inner wolf when it desired blood. He knew he could rely on Russell's quick reactions if anything were to arise.

Returning to the group with their tray of drinks and a fresh beer for Aziel he handed out their orders and pulled up a chair as Peter began to answer some of Eve's questions. Aziel quietly listened observing the area for any more idiots, it was hard not to notice that peter was holding some of the truth from his answer's. He was playing them to some degree.

Peter moved his attention from Eve then and gazed at Phoebe "Would you happen to have any questions, m'lady?" as his words left his lips Aziel's senses became overloaded.

The front door smashed open the hinges snapping at the force as suddenly a group of humans piled into the room dressed in black their faces obscured with gas masks. Seeing the masks Aziel's instincts caused his eyes to burn as his vision shifted to his wolf's eyes the colour of golden brown. A click sprung and instantaneously clouds of smoke billowed throughout the bar. It wrapping around them stinging Aziel's eyes but the pain was less than it would have been had he not shifted them. Clutching his throat as the smoke clung to his lungs Aziel kicked back his chair as he sprung from his seat.

Phoebe was ripping her shirt for protection handing one to charlie when through the smoke Aziel saw one of the humans blur towards them. Aziel's heart thumped with rage as his body twitched.

- PROTECT THE PACK - PROTECT THEM - PROTECT HER- KILL THEM ALL AND FEAST ON THEIR FLESH - Aziel gave in to his wolf's demands. Pain blurred throughout his body travelling towards his mouth as his jaw broke and reset allowing the elongated sharp teeth of his wolf to have full freedom.

Facing the human he charged towards the black figure raising his arm in an uppercut punch. His fist connected with the mans jaw throwing his head back as his body fell back to the floor. Laying motionless two other humans ran towards Aziel from either side of him holding what appeared to be semi-automatic guns. Seeing the threat Aziel waiting until the last moment as they raised their guns and moved his body ducking down as they ended up shooting one another. They were knocked down by the force of the shots but the bullets didn't pierce their chests and were instead blocked by bulletproof vests. Snarling furious Aziel quickly tried to make out the figures within the smoke.

He could smell the wolves in the bar, most of them had fled, either through the windows, back exit he didn't know. The humans, they stank of sweat, fear and rage. However, a distinct smell settled on their clothes. Rogue. They stank of it now Aziel had attuned to it.

-ROGUES!?- his wolf's rage rose up bubbling within him. Rogue's, he despised rogues. Unable to contain his rage any longer Aziel fell to his knees his hands flat on the floor supporting his body as it visibly began to shake. He couldn't withhold his wolf any longer. As his back arched his bones breaking he ears began to morph his hearing changing to that of wolf before the rest of his body.

Half way through his shift suddenly several more humans filtered in through the front door. Backup.

The pain of his shift was incredible but it was something Aziel had experienced before, forcing his feet to move part shift he jumped upon one of the humans that had entered. Bearing down upon the human his teeth tore into the man's throat his wolf's rage tearing into the man's flesh as his shift began to quicken. His skin prickled like goosebumps as shades of brown fur began to sprout along with black and white undertones.

Thats when he heard a crackled voice through the commotion.

"Aziel ... Russell ... Somebody ..." Eve's distinct voice was barely audible but with his wolf's ear it had reached Aziel.

Looking up from his kill Aziel froze as he saw his sister thrown over the shoulder of one the humans running out of the bar with her.

"E-van-geline!!" Aziel called towards her however his voice broke as his vocal cords shifted. Fear for his sister and the mix of rage pushed him through the last phase of his change as his bones re-set, his face lengthened into a muzzle and his body overthrown with fur.

Pain sizzled throughout him as Aziel shook his head at the numbness of his shift his vision now at a new eye level. Standing over 3 feet tall an incredibly large wolf towered over a now mauled human. His senses heightened Aziel snarled at the human who left with his sister now out of view.

More humans filtered in blocking the exit. blocking his path to his sister. Unafraid Aziel charged at the blockade they began to form. Leaping he knocked down two of them his weight and strength hunkering them down as his quickly ripped through them avoiding their chests protected by the bulletproof vests.

Searing pain suddenly ripped through him as a bullet flew through his right leg. Stumbling for a moment Aziel turned to the human who shot him. The woman was recklessly shooting in all directions, her fear reaked. He saw her aim towards Phoebe the shot a direct hit as Phoebe's blood drifted towards Aziel's nose. Growling Aziel ran at the girl his teeth sinking into her leg as she screamed. She fell to the floor shaking with fear as she pointed the gun directly at Aziel's head. She pressed the trigger but the gun didn't shoot. She had used all of the bullets. Tearing into her other leg Aziel immobilised the girl but didn't kill her. He resisted his wolf's desire to kill her as he knew it would be best to keep at least one of these human's alive for answers.

As Pheobe pushed through her wound she attacked a wolf that had been gunning for charlie. It was then that Aziel saw Charlie trying her best to defend herself against one of the assailants using her mace. As the man backhanded her fury coursed through Aziel. -PROTECT! - his wolf screamed at him. Unconsciously his feet had already moved on their own as he ran towards charlie. As he neared her she was thrown over the man's shoulder. He growled and was about make his move when suddenly pain burst throughout every cell of his body.

He dropped to the floor his body twitching with uncontrollable muscular convulsions the sound of sparks pumped beside him. Aziel's moved his gaze to see the first human he had attacked smirking as he held what Aziel could only imagine to be a taser.

He tried to growl but the electricity that moved through out his body was too intense, he couldn't control his muscles. This was no ordinary taser. Helpless Aziel saw Charlie being carried away in the same direction Eve had been taken.

Phoebe, Russell Aziel's mind's called out to them but he knew they couldn't hear him in human form. God damn it! he cursed. If only the wolves in this bar hadn't been afraid and ran this may not have happened. He couldn't see if Peter was amongst the smoke.

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Character Portrait: Russell Talbot Character Portrait: Charlie Hart Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Peter Green
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Russell helped Aziel take the drinks back to the table that was picked out, and took himself a seat with his back facing the wall, and with a little bit of distance from the others. Not too much for it to be noticeable mind you. He kept his gaze locked on Peter, as if expecting trouble from him. He particularly didn't like how he was eyeing the ladies. For whatever reason it just made him uneasy. The only time his gaze was off Peter was when it was surveying the room, again he was expecting trouble. But when the shit hit the fan he was caught a little by surprise.

The front door was surgically striked as it was blown wide open, and men in full on tactical armor. Russell's heart began to pound as he saw them throwing in the gas grenades.
'COVER YOUR EYES AND MOUTH!' Russell's wolf ordered him. Russell closed his eyes tightly, and covered his mouth and nose in an attempt to lesson the effects of the gases. As gunshots began to fill the air Russell was frozen, his entire body shaking, and his heart feeling like it was gonna beat out of his chest.

Russell began to hyperventilate, and gripped his left shoulder, the one with the scar from the shotgun blast he got so long ago. Russell was in a haze, his ears rang loudly as memories began to flood his mind of the massacre that claimed his family. He could almost feel the heat of the fire that burned down his home. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Peter yanking him down, grabbing him by his left shoulder. Russell swiped away his arm, and his right hand shot out, and gripped Peter's neck. Russell snarled at him as he squeezed, looking like he was going to kill him.

Russell shook his head to regain his senses, and took his hand off Peter's neck. As more gunshots erupted around him all that Russell could hear was the beating of his heart. The constant thumping sounding like thunder in his mind. His entire body was shaking. "Not again.....not again..." He lowly muttered to himself. Russell looked up for a moment, and saw Charlie, and Evangeline getting snatched. Russell's eyes widened at the sight.
'RELEASE ME! I WANT AN OCEAN OF BLOOD!' His wolf continued to howl loudly in his mind.

Russell groaned in pain as he could feel his wolf trying to take over. His eyes turned a burning yellow, and his bones, and muscles began to shift around under his skin. As his face began to grow hairier Russell clinched his teeth, and shut his eyes tightly as he focused, and his shifting began to recede. "No.....I need to be in control. I can save them. Not.....you." Russell growled lowly to himself. Russell looked over at Peter who was still unsure of what to do. "We. Kill. Them. All." He snarled with his yellow eyes burning with intensity.

Russell grabbed Peter by his shirt collar, and pulled him to be mere inches from his face. "I swear, if you had anything to do with this I will hunt you down and kill you! I'll rip your FUCKING head off with my bare hands!" He snarled, and then pushed him away. Russell stood up, and closed his eyes, and rolled his head on his shoulders. He grabbed a beer bottle, and just as before he cracked it in half to make a makeshift shank. He then walked into the cloud of smoke. Russell focused his enhanced hearing on the sounds of the gunfire, and followed them.

He came behind one of the attackers, and grabbed him by the back of his neck, and jammed the broken beer bottle into his neck. Russell then dragged the body out of the smoke, returning back to where he was with Peter. Russell laid the man on the ground, and removed the man's gas mask, putting it on himself so he could better traverse the cloud of gas.


'GOOD. GOOD. MORE. MORE.'

Russell then took the dead man's side arm, and returned into the cloud. Russell made his way towards the bar, as he needed an edge on these people. He came across two men in the gas, he sneaked up behind one of them, and quickly grabbed one of the grenades stuck on his belt. In the blink of an eye Russell grabbed the man's head, and shoved the grenade into his gas mask, and pulled the pin. Russell then kicked the man from behind, pushing him into the other one. Russell then shot the other man in the face, going straight through the lenses in his mask while the flashbang grenade exploded in the other's mask. Gunshots then zoomed over his head as another man began firing at him.

Russell moved without thinking, and dove behind the bar. The one who fired upon him began to approach the bar, and one he did Russell leaped up, and pushed the barrel of the gun upwards, and then quickly punched the man in the throat, and then face before he yanked him over the bar. Screams of pain could be heard coming from the bar before abruptly stopping. Russell hopped up, his mouth covered in blood. Russell then quickly grabbed himself several bottles of alcohol, and then went back down under the bar.

After a moment Russell popped back up with four makeshift Molotov cocktails in tow. With his lighter in hand he started by throwing two of the bombs towards the attackers, lighting several of them on fire. The men he lite up began flailing around, running like chickens with their heads chopped off. Russell hopped over the bar, and walked through the chaos, looking like a man possessed. Russell threw another bomb, lighting several more on fire. With his last bomb Russell threw it at the man that had tasered Aziel. Russell stopped for a moment, and stared down at Aziel before he rushed out the door.

Exiting to see the attackers throwing Charlie, and Evangeline into the back of a van. "EVE!" Russell shouted as he opened fire on the men that loaded them up. Two of the men stayed behind to deal with him while the van sped off. Putting several shots into the attacker's armored chest. While it didn't do anything to them it was enough to knock the wind out of them. Russell rushed over, and grabbed one by his armor, and used his enhanced strength to throw the man into the other one. Russell looked up to see that the van was no longer in sight. "DAMMIT!" He roared.

Russell looked down to the ground to see one of the men's shotguns laying there. Russell picked it up, and as the men got up Russell shot them both in the chest with the shotgun. While it didn't kill them it still broke several ribs, and nearly knocked them out. Russell bent down, and removed their masks. He also too off his mask, and tossed it aside. Russell got up, and pressed his foot on the chest of one of them. The man groaned in pain as his broken ribs were pressed upon with all of Russell's considerable might.

Russell pumped the shotgun, and pointed the barrel at the head of the man. "Where are they taking them!?" He snarled at him. The man spat up some blood, and glared at Russell. "Screw y-" Before the man could finish his insult Russell pulled the trigger, blowing his head clean off, splattering blood, and brain matter everywhere, and just soaking Russell in it. The other man witnessed this in horror. Russell turned his attention towards him, and made his way over to him. The man quickly drew his pistol, and fired a single shot. Luckily his hands were shaking out of fear so bad that the bullet grazed Russell's cheek, leaving a large slash mark.

Russell used the shotgun to hit the man's gun out of his hand, and then mounted his chest. Russell began repeatedly whaling on the man's face. "WHERE ARE THEY!?" He repeatedly screamed as he continued to punch him. But the man could only reply in a gargled mess. Russell hopped off his chest, and turned him over on his stomach. Russell grabbed the man's head, and ruthlessly began pounding it into the pavement. It wasn't long before the man's face was just a puddle splattered across the ground.

Upon seeing this Russell backed away in a panic, his eyes returning to their normal shade. He was just drenched in blood. As he looked upon the unrecognizable faces of the men he brutally killed. Russell began hyperventilating, and he ran his hand down his bloodied face, inadvertently smearing the blood all over his face, and hair. "Oh god.....what did I....?"
'YOU DID WHAT YOU NEEDED TO DO. I'M PROUD OF YOU.'

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When all was said and done, and the last drop of blood spilled, Phoebe knew she had failed. The Rogues and Humans had Charlie and Evangeline and Phoebe had failed to stop them. She was still bleeding perfusly and knew if she didnt do something she would bleed out...though she knew that's what she deserved for her failure.

She looked around for survivors and found none. The bar was on fire now, due to Russell's Molotov cocktails. Smoke burned her mouth and throat as she searched for Russell, & Azeil.She spotted Russell outside and breathed a sigh of relief, at least he was alive. She searched the bar for Azeil and found him in wolf form on the floor twitching. It appeared he had been tazed. She summoned what little strength she had and lifted the large wolf in her arms.

"Sorry, I'm going to bleed on you" she ground out as his weight pressed against the hole in her abdomen making ribbons of fiery pain shoot through her body. Phoebe struggled with each step, and sighed with relief once she stepped out of the bar. She set Azeil gently in the grass and approached Russell. He was covered in blood and appeared to be hyperventilating. She felt her wolf snapping in his direction, irritated at his weakness. There where more important things to deal with than a wounded pup. She calmed her wolf with a breath, then with cold, calculating intentions, she slapped him. Before he could snap and attack her, she took the cloth from her face, gently took his in one hand and wiped the blood from his face.

"Russell, I understand. Take deep breaths, in threw the nose out through the mouth. We need to get back, the longer we wait the farther those bastards get with Evangeline and Charlie." She said simply as she finished cleaning his face. She dropped her hands to her side and tried to not let on the fact that her vision wad getting dark around the edges.

The bar was ablaze. Phoebe walked towards it purposefully. She pulled a burning peice of the window out of the flame and blew it out so only the red hot ember remained. With a swift and painful move she placed the ember to her bullet hole, cauterizing the wound in the front, then the back. Her wolf howled internally in pain because she gritted her teeth and refused to cry out. Once her wound was taken care of, she lifted Aziel again and headed to the van. Once she secured him she pulled out her phone and dialed the Alpha's number. She climbed into the driver seat as someone answered.

"Gather the pack please, there has been an incedent, we will be home soon" she said then hung up.

"Get in we have hell to raise" she called to Russell.

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Bring Me To Life | Evanescence

"Life is the dancer ... And you are the dance."


Eve didn't remember going unconscious. One minute she was looking into the onslaught of blood and gore that was the bar while being held over a large man's shoulder, and the next moment, she was being gently poked at by Charlie in the back of a dark vehicle. She had been dimly aware of being thrown into it - the slam of her head against the vehicle itself was enough motivation to bring her out of her knocked out state, due it the contact being on the same spot that she had originally been hit with the butt of a gun.

Her eyelids fluttered a bit, Charlie's face coming into a dizzying view. It took her several moments to be able to focus on the older girl's features - she was still recovering from both the hit and the second blow - but when she finally did, she quickly saw through the girl's calm facade. Fear was etched deep within her features, skillfully hidden from the view of those who did not know her, and she could see an undercurrent of terror in her dark eyes.

Shooting up, Eve instantly regretted the movement as pain lashed through her skull. Dropping back down, she pressed one hand to her face, peering through the cracks between her fingers. A groan escaped her lips, and two of the three men that were in the back with them snickered. Meeting Charlie's eyes, she attempted to convey her words through her gaze - to stay calm and think of ways to escape. That the others would come for them.

That they wouldn't be dying that day.

God only knew how long they were in the van for. Minutes turned into hours, and Eve slipped in and out of consciousness - not particularly a good thing, seeing as she undoubtedly had a concussion. Luckily, she woke up each time, and in actuality felt a bit better when she did. She fully awoke when the van lurched to a stop and the men threw open the back doors. Charlie was able to stand so they yanked her out and forced her to do so, while Eve's head injury made her legs shaky. One of the men reached through the door and gripped her ankle, pulling her roughly from the van and causing her to slam into the ground outside of it. The men proceeded to snicker again and one of them approached her to roll her over with his foot. Crouching down so that he could look directly into her eyes, he gave her a feral smile, his own eyes glistening in the dim lighting.

"I'm going to have fun with this one. The little princess of the Sutton Clan - how delightfully delicious," he purred out, his voice tinged with a dark tone. Eve's hair stood up on her arms, but instead of fighting against them, she allowed the man to grab her wrist and yank her roughly to her feet. Her legs buckled at first, the men laughing as she grabbed the nearest object to stay standing - this just so happened to be Charlie - before straightening and gathering herself. Adjusting her features so they held a dull expression, she turned to face the man that he pushed her with his foot and spoken about her, her eyes darkening with promises as they met his.

"You're going to die today," she said softly, her voice dark and deep. The men immediately burst into laughter, the leader snorting in amusement at her words. His hand lifted and tugged roughly on the purple locks that were bunched and tangled on one side of her head, but she showed no response to him doing so. Instead, in a movement almost too quickly to follow, her hand gripped his wrist, flicked, and he let out a howl of pain as a loud snap filled the air. The man quickly connected a fist with her abdomen, causing the wind to leave her body. She gripped her stomach, glaring up at him. His uninjured hand reached out and grabbed her jaw in a bruising grip, forcing her face closer to his.

"I dare you to try that again, you little bitch," he snarled, spit lining his lips in his anger. Instead of changing her expression to allow fear to show, she held an utter defiance in her gaze as she smirked a bit and spit directly into his face. His hand immediately connected with her cheek, sending her stumbling to the side. She grabbed the van in order to stay standing, her breathing heavy a bit of blood trickling down from her nose and corner of her lips. Lifting her hand, she wiped it away and straightened, turning a dark glare on the group of men.

"I can't wait to watch them rip your throats out," she said quietly, her voice holding an eerie promise. "I'm going to enjoy watching them slowly tear you apart limb by limb, organ by organ, until no one can tell what belongs to who."

"That's enough outta you, you little bitch," one of the followers snarled, grabbing her arm and yanking, leaving a bruise the size of his hand. The men pulled and pushed both her and Charlie until they had reached a room with a heavy metal door with equally heavy metal locking systems. Throwing the two girls into the room, they slammed the door shut with a loud thud.

And then it was silent.

Eve had landed on the floor when she was pushed, her weakened state returning after the rush of adrenaline she had had out by the van. Painstakingly pushing herself to her hands and knees, she slowly rolled so that she could look at Charlie. Ripping the sleeves off of her shirt, she used them as a wrap around her head in order to help to stop some of the bleeding coming from the back of it. Most of it had already clotted, but she could still feel the blood trickling out of her skull. She did the same with the bottom part of her shirt, using that cloth to dab at the wounds on her face.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" she asked, her words holding a slight lisp due to the large amount of swelling already gathering in her lower lip. "You shouldn't be afraid, Charlie. I won't let them hurt you, I promise. And they're going to come for us," she said, a small smile on her face. Turning her head, she looked out of the tiny slit of a window that was the only thing allowing outside light into the dank room. "And then blood will be shed."

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Trying not to hurt Eve, Charlie gingerly palpated the younger girl's head. By now her face had rested on emotionless trying not to give anything away to the creepy men in the van. Her eyes refocused only when Eve's eyes started fluttering open. Thank God. Eve bolted upright, startling her for a moment before the younger girl fell back and covered her face with her hands. Before passing out again, Charlie read the expression on Eve's face. They would escape, the pack would come for them. She has a concussion and is fading in and out. It is worse than I thought... Although having plenty of experience with injury, including concussions, she was still at a loss of what to do. She wasn't a medical student. Granted she knew a lot about the human body, but that meant nothing in the face of real danger other than the occasion cut, bruise, and broken limb.

The van lurched forward, causing Charlie to brace herself over Eve. Although she didn't really know the girl well, it was still instinctual to protect her. Sliding her arm under Eve's shoulders, she cradled the girl in her arms to prevent her from sliding around. Charlie did her best to ground herself against the sharp turns and stops they experienced during the ride. Every time Eve woke up, Charlie tried to get the girl to talk. What day was it? What is her name? What is she majoring in college? Information she should know to judge how bad the concussion was. Every time Eve woke up, a part of Charlie sighed in relief. No coma yet or hopefully ever.

Doing her best while keeping Eve from being thrown all over the place, Charlie tried to map out their route in her head but found it nearly impossible to do so. Too many twists and turns, I no longer know where we have gone. Finally after minutes or hours, the van lurched to a stop. Charlie looked down feeling Eve stir awake for good this time. When the back of the van was thrown open, Charlie turned her emotionless face towards it; squinting due to the sudden bright light. Her facade broke only for a second when the two men with them grabbed her arms and forced her out. She bucked not wanting to be parted from Eve but quickly subdued when the kidnappers grabbed hold of Eve's ankles and yanked her out. The men snickered as Eve hit the floor making Charlie's blood boil. Relax, watch. Get angry and panic later it will do no good now. Take in weaknesses, secrets. Who is willing to betray who? Who are the weakest link in group? Charlie's amber eyes slowly scanned the immediate group. She read body language... Who has a limp? Who shifts? What are they babying? Who hates who? Which one is the leader? Who is loyal to another? Who was willing to betray?

As Eve verbally sparred with the crueler of the kidnappers, Charlie kept ears on them while mapping out the group. Although human, she refused to be a damsel. If push came to shove, she would find a way to get out. They didn't know how far away the pack was and if anyone was aware they were gone. She bit her lip trying not to think of any of her pack mates being casualties in the bar fight. Banishing that train of thought she was brought back to the present when she was shoved to move. She only had a second to think before Eve grabbed hold of her for support. Tensing her arm, she let the girl use her as an aid. Keeping her close and safer rather than being alone. Of course Eve was a strong independent woman who liked to challenge others and thus straightened up and opened her mouth. "You're going to die today," she said softly, her voice dark and deep. Charlie wanted to facepalm her face, but resisted and watched. The men burst into laughter, amused at the young girl's words.

Before either of them could respond, the crueler man grabbed a fist full of purple hair trying to dominate Eve Eve, please don't! Charlie begged in her head. Eve... She sighed as the girl broke the man's wrist. Her actions of course lead to him howling in pain and hitting Eve in the stomach. Unconsciously Charlie tried to dart forward but the guard holding her snapped her back, preventing her from going to her pack mate.


"I dare you to try that again, you little bitch," he snarled, spit lining his lips in his anger. Charlie watched as Eve merely looked at him in defiance and smirked before spitting in the man's face. This is not going to end well. She is to eager to fight them. Worry squirmed inside Charlie knowing full well that she could do very little to help Eve. Charlie wasn't a fighter, she fought long battles psychologically not physically. I am sorry Eve that I can do nothing. She watched as the man punch Eve and send her stumbling into the side of the van. "I can't wait to watch them rip your throats out," Eve said quietly, her voice holding an eerie promise. "I'm going to enjoy watching them slowly tear you apart limb by limb, organ by organ, until no one can tell what belongs to who." Charlie stared at the young girl with a hidden mix of horror and respect. By nature Charlie wasn't one to like fighting or cause blood to go all over the place. However, she also adored nature where families and packs protected their own which resulted at times in blood. If the kidnappers were stupid enough to not only take them but also abuse them, more specifically Eve the daughter of their Alphas, well Charlie couldn't help but feel a little glee at the prospect of the man bleeding profusely. She didn't need to mark him, Eve's blood already told everyone in their pack that he had something to do with Eve being harmed. You sir are screwed. May God have mercy on your soul because we will not.

"That's enough outta you, you little bitch," one of the followers snarled, grabbing Eve's arm and yanking, leaving a bruise the size of his hand. Charlie was then pushed towards an unknown location and only stopped when the two girl's were literally thrown into a room with a heavy metal door and locks. The door banged shut as Charlie tumbled and rolled. It took her a moment to get up leaving the room completely silent. She did a mental catalog of herself. Face? Hurts from being back handed but otherwise fine. Neck? Sore but okay. Torso? Bruised, but okay. Arms? Fine. Hands? Fine aside from where I cut it earlier. Still bleeding though and painful. Hips? Fine. Legs? Sore and bruised but fine. She turned her head to look at Eve who was currently bandaging herself with parts of her clothes.

Getting up, Charlie patted herself down. No phone, wallet, or mace. The men had taken it earlier right before throwing her into the van. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Eve asked, bring Charlie back to the basement. "You shouldn't be afraid, Charlie. I won't let them hurt you, I promise. And they're going to come for us," she said, a small smile on her face. Turning her head, she looked out of the tiny slit of a window that was the only thing allowing outside light into the dark room. "And then blood will be shed." Not saying a word, Charlie walked over to the window. It was too small for either of the girls to escape from, but it could be of some use. Taking off her long knitted vest, she put it between her teeth and then let her hands feel the wall. It wasn't a finished room by any means. The stones jutted out and were uneven. The small ledge wasn't too far away that even with her short stature, Charlie could reach it. Bending at the knees, she jumped and latched on the the ledge. Her fingers slipped s few centimeters, but held before she could drop. Ash she used her fingers to pull herself up a bit, her feet found purchase of two slightly protruding stones. She took a second to ensure she wasn't going to slip and fall.

Once safely holding the ledge, Charlie used all of her strength in her left arm to stabilize her while her right hand balled up her vest and punched through the window. Please don't hear that. Wasting no time, she shook the vest off and thrusted her hand outside smearing blood on the wall and around the window. After she withdrew her hand she dropped to the ground panting. Walking back over to Eve, she knelt before the girl. Very softly she said, "I am not in favor of us trying to take everyone on. We will not win, however to protect ourselves I believe we need to be ready to defend. If you can fight, I can tell you where to hit or who to play against each other. For example, the man that hit you has a weak left knee. I think he has had ACL surgery."

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Aziel's muscles twitched as he snarled at the man who had tasered him. He tried to push himself up but his muscles weren't responding to him. 'Damn it he growled frustrated. Suddenly fire bloomed across the man's chest as it ignited against the man's clothing. He writhed in pain screaming his burnt flesh flooding Aziel's nose.
Looking up Aziel saw Rusell's form standing above him. They shared eye contact for a moment before Russell ran ahead out of the bar. Aziel was grateful for his help, but he couldn't deny his irritation at not having the pleasure of killing the human himself. Though he knew it couldn't be helped he couldn't move in his state.

Smoke was now growing, darkening as it began to rise flames spreading throughout the bar. He needed to get out if he wasn't going to be burned alive. Growling at his body's lack of response he tried again to stand but fumbled again. As he continued to struggle to stand on his four paws Phoebe's distinct smell approached him, moving his head towards her he relaxed as she bent to pick him up. Trying to make it easier for her he didn't struggle as she carried him away from the flames.

"Sorry, I'm going to bleed on you" she commented as the smoke filled his lungs causing him to cough which came out as a raspy snarl his is wolf form. He nodded his head to her in appreciation and to try and show he didn't mind. However, he worried that his weight would put too much of strain on her bullet wound as she struggled to carry him outside.

Gently he was laid down upon the grass, Aziel was glad to be free of the clogged bar's atmosphere as it burned the flames rising. Sirens could be heard in the distance and a small crowd of bystanders had begun to gather. Some of them gasped when they saw Aziel stepping back and shielding their children. Aziel raised his lip towards them showing them his canines before turning away. He hated the look humans gave him, the look of fear they possessed. He wouldn't harm them unless provoked.

As Phoebe walked toward Russell who stood over bodies Aziel attempted to move his muscles again. It was easier, this time, they were slowly beginning to respond to him again. It was then that he noticed it. He stiffened, he knew the scent and it ignited a new coarse of anger throughout him. It was faint and hard to pinpoint amongst all the other smells in the chaos but Aziel knew it was Charlie's blood that he smelt. He swore to himself in that moment he would have the pleasure of ripping apart anyone who had harmed either of them. He was going to hunt them down.

Determination enthralled him as Aziel forced his legs to respond. They shook before he managed to stand for a moment, taking a deep breath he absorbed as much of the smell of Charlie's blood as he could before it disappeared. He tried to move forward, to begin to track them when he felt a pair of hands scoop under him again.
Phoebe picked him up to his dismay. He wanted to tell her, to tell her they had to follow, that they had a lead but he couldn't communicate it without his vocal cords.
He wanted to struggle, to break free of her grasp but held himself back from doing so, Phoebe was injured, if he struggled he could open up her wound.

Torn Aziel growled his frustration as Phoebe placed him into the van before calling his father.

'Charlie , Eve be alright

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Blood trickled through the gaps in Jason's fingers, his hand part shifted, his wolves claws digging into the soft flesh of a blonde haired man's head. Jason's gripped him harder the man's blond hair poking through his fingers as he held his head within in hand. The man cried out in pain before spitting at Jason's feet as he knelt on his knees before Jason.

“I'll never tell you anything” the man smirked at him his eye blackened and ribs, broken.

”I never doubted you would.” Jason replied before squeezing his hand tighter around his head. The man screamed one last dying breath before his skull cracked.

Jason let him go and he fell lifeless to the ground leaves softening his fall as tree's surrounded them. With a heavy sigh, Jason wiped the blood on his hand on the thigh of his jeans before turning around to face Calvin Malone.

”Pity” Jason commented before moving his gaze to the young man Calvin restrained in his arms. The young man looked at Jason with an expression one could only describe as hatred. His face was scarred with long since healed burns the skin tethered and ugly beneath whispy blonde hair and piercing brown eyes. Grabbing the man's chin with his hand Jason lifted his face to look directly upon him. ”I expect you will be more co-operative if you intend to live” he stated releasing the man's chin.

“He'll be lucky to keep his limbs” Calvin punched him in the stomach causing the young man to fall to his knees on the ground.

”We'll see. Put him in the cage.” Jason said as he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

”With pleasure” Calvin smirked hitting the young man in the back of his head knocking him out before beginning to drag him through the forest towards the pack house. ”It's a good thing I didn't go far”

”Indeed, I'm grateful for the assistance Calvin” Jason said hitting the accept button on his phone as Pheobe called.

”Yes?” he answered firmly.

"Gather the pack please, there has been an incident, we will be home soon" was all Phoebe said before hanging up.

Jason paused for a moment before lowering his hand. He had already phoned to gather the pack earlier.

”They will regret being alive” he said out-loud stepping over the dead man's body laying on the ground. Rogues. He hated their stench.

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Russell began to calm down by the time Phoebe began cleaning up his face. He gave her a appreciative nod. "Yeah.....I'm ok.....I'm ok.....Just.....uh......needed to catch my breath." He stated. All of this, the burning bar, the dead bodies, and the smell of blood in the air was bringing back vivid memories of the massacre. As Phoebe carried Aziel to the van, and got on the phone to touch base with the pack Russell sniffed the air around him in the hopes of picking up the scent of the girls. The smoke, the blood, and the gunpowder made it difficult.

When Phoebe called him over to return to the pack he started his way over to her.
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! IF YOU WANT THOSE TWO BACK YOU'RE THE BEST CHANCE! THESE TWO WEAKLINGS ARE INJURED, WE'RE NOT!' As Russell reached for the car door he stopped. "No. You two are injured, I'm not. I can still go. You two return to the house, and touch base with everyone there. I'll follow the trail, and find where they're holding Eve, and Charlie." He stated.

"We don't know where they're taking them, and by the time we get everyone gathered up the trail could go cold." He added as he walked over towards Phoebe's side. "Now, if I hurry that won't happen. I can track with the best of them. I'll find them, and call you guys in. You send in the scouts before you call in the cavalry." Russell stated. He ran his hand through his hair, and let out a loud sigh. "Look, I know you and I will never be friends, but trust me in the fact that I don't want to lose anyone else I care about. I will lay my life on the line if it means rescuing Eve, and Charlie. You can trust that."

Russell stared intently in Phoebe's eyes, his own unwavering as if challenging her authority. "I get that you don't believe I have the pack's best interests at heart. I understand your misgivings about me, and in fact I encourage it. But look at yourself, look at him." He stated as he pointed toward a injured Aziel. "But I'm ok, I can still go. You two regroup with the pack, and I'll call you when I find them. I won't make a move without back up, I'm not stupid. It is our best play right now."

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"No. You two are injured, I'm not. I can still go. You two return to the house, and touch base with everyone there. I'll follow the trail, and find where they're holding Eve, and Charlie. We don't know where they're taking them, and by the time we get everyone gathered up the trail could go cold. Now, if I hurry that won't happen. I can track with the best of them. I'll find them, and call you guys in. You send in the scouts before you call in the cavalry." Russell stated.

Phoebe hesitated. Not because she didn't trust him, he had cleared himself of almost all mistrust during the earlier attack, she hesitated because she didn't want him getting hurt on her watch...but she didn't have time to argue with him and it wasn't a terrible plan. Phoebe was about to say as much when he ran his hand through his hair, and let out a loud sigh.

"Look, I know you and I will never be friends, but trust me in the fact that I don't want to lose anyone else I care about. I will lay my life on the line if it means rescuing Eve, and Charlie. You can trust that. I get that you don't believe I have the pack's best interests at heart. I understand your misgivings about me, and in fact I encourage it. But look at yourself, look at him. But I'm ok, I can still go. You two regroup with the pack, and I'll call you when I find them. I won't make a move without back up, I'm not stupid. It is our best play right now." Russell said as she stared intently in Phoebe's eyes and pointed towards Aziel.

Phoebe felt her wolf rear and snap in fury. Even if she decided to, despite her injury, she was sure she could drag his ass into the van... He was challenging her, and she would just have to put him in his place later because she didn't have time to deal with it at the moment.

"Go. Report anything you see or hear. Do not engage, and I mean that as an order. Do not engage. I don't have time to save your ass as well." Phoebe stated as she got into the car and hit the gas.

"Hang on Aziel, its going to be a bumpy ride" She said as she flew down the road. It took her very little time to reach the house. she skidded to a halt and jumped out of the car. She ordered one of the closest wolves to her to help Aziel out of the car if he needed it and headed into the house to find Jason. She spotted him and felt her heart-rate sky rocket.

"We where attacked....humans, maybe rogues... Eve and Charlie where taken. Russell followed..." Phoebe said as she approached him.

"I failed you, I offer my life as retribution" Phoebe stated as she dropped to her knees and bared her neck to him in the customary fashion of submission for wolves.

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Moonlight Sonata | Beethoven

"There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery."


Everything happened in a matter of seconds. The events that followed his inquiry for questions from the newcomers seemed to stretch out into several long hours, but in actuality, it was a mere few minutes - perhaps a maximum only of four. Clearly the intent from the intruders was to take Evangeline and any others that belonged to the new group that they could get their hands on, but their goal was to take them with little conflict and pain to their numbers. Eve and Charlie were gone in a split second, and he found Aziel to have been taken down.

"We. Kill. Them. All. And I swear, if you had anything to do with this I will hunt you down and kill you! I'll rip your FUCKING head off with my bare hands!"

Whirling to face the entrance, his eyes flashed a dazzling bright blue, almost glowing in hue. Who were these people to intrude in an area deemed to be neutral public territory? And who were these people to cause the threats to arrive as somewhere that was considered to be a sanctuary to so many, and was now ruined in its safety?

A low growl escaped his lips, the smoke bombs stinging his sensitive eyes but having little affect due to their changed state. Blood caused the air to stink with its heaviness, and he could slowly feel his rage boiling inside of him.

A hissed breath and the scent of a fresh, unfamiliar blood filled the stained air. Whipping his head to the side, his gaze crossed the room and connected with one of the newcomers, Phoebe. Although it was difficult to see, the blood pluming across her abdomen was something he immediately caught.

A newfound anger churned his blood. Turning to face the commotion, he realized that mere seconds had ticked by in his frozen state, as though the world had slowed down from his point of view. Immediately everything rushed back into focus, allowing him to duck to the side and narrowly miss a throw to his face.

Shooting his hand out, he gripped the man's wrist, snapping it upwards and spinning and in one motion heaving him over his back and above his head. Slamming the man into the ground, he snapped around, completely spinning his shoulder. A loud crack followed by a shriek of pain was heard, before he silenced the man with a single foot to the face.

Throwing out his opposite hand, he grabbed another man's upper arm as he attempted to hit him, his other hand still holding the first man's wrist. Releasing it and in the same motion spinning backwards around him, he pulled the man with him, heaving him face down into the ground. He immediately connected his shoe to the back of the man's head, obliterating it in one stomp.

The fight continued in that way for the next two minutes minutes, during which he took the lives of many humans. When the commotion died down and the entirety of the attackers had fallen back, he surveyed his surroundings, blood coating his clothes every few inches. There were streaks of it across his skin, and his clothes were in an almost tattered disarray from the scuffling and his partial change into his wolf self.

He had changed back to his fully human state for the most part, but his eyes still gleamed an inhuman hue, his teeth still an elongated state. The bar was for the most part abandoned, left in a rickety state, and the only bodies inside of it were the dead. Fire had sparked at some point and was slowly traversing the building, and sirens whirred in the distance, gradually growing closer. As they came into earshot, he immediately made for the door, tearing through it like a man on the lamb. The humans that had begun to gather around the entrance shrieked and backed away, making room for him to barrel through them and push his way to the van that was just tearing out of the parking lot. Turning to Russell - they were just out of eye shot of the bar area - he attempted to calm his breathing in order to speak.

"I swear to you that I had nothing to do with this. I swear on my life," he said quietly, his eyes looking into the direction that the faint scent of blood had disappeared into. "I'll help you get them back. Besides, it's not like I have anything better to do," he said, a slight shrug of his shoulders following his offer. "Plus, you can't go rushing in there blindly. What if they have scouts that protect their boundaries? If you run into them, you'll need backup," he pointed out. "And it's not like anyone is going to be able to get there quickly. I doubt they stopped anywhere nearby. They probably traveled to another city entirely," he finished, turning his gaze to the other man.

"I swear on my life that I had nothing to do with what's happened. And I promise to help you retrieve your friends - your family. It would be a shame if those two died - they hold a lot of light and promise for this world."




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"Be brave. Even in times that you're not, pretend to be. No one will be able to tell the difference."


Eve studied Charlie as she went about the motions of climbing the wall - with quite a bit of struggle, might she add - but the woman prevailed, eventually dropping down with a soft thunking sound. The smell of blood trickled towards her from Charlie - a fresh wound that the girl had used to allow their scent to travel in the air a bit further - and she felt a newfound respect filling herself for the young woman.

Tilting her head to the side, she listened as Charlie spoke, and after a few moments of thought, Eve lowered her hand from dabbling at her face.

"Alright. Tell me everything that you can remember from those men," she said after a while.

The next half an hour or so consisted of deep and quiet conversation that was wrapped around the weaknesses in the group of people that had taken them. At the end of the half hour, a soft click was heard, causing Eve to launch to her feet and twirl, immediately positioning herself between the door and Charlie. The girl may be less hot-headed than Eve, but she was also less capable of hand-to-hand combat, leaving Eve as the offense between the two of them.

The door slowly swung open as three men entered, two behind the other and carrying a wide array of weapons on their body, along with armored suits. The lead man didn't stop walking until he was nearly toe-to-toe with Eve, her head tilted back in defiance and one arm out in front of Charlie, blocking her from the intruders. The weapons were definitely a deterrent for Eve to attack the leader, who did not hold the scent of the humans of before.

"Werewolf ...?" she whispered, her teeth clenched together as she glared up at him.

After a moment of dead-pan staring between her and the leader, he quirked a bit of a smirk.

"I'm gonna break you like the little doll that you are, you mangy mutt. And then you're going to tell me everything about your pack and its leaders," he sneered out, a small tinge of laughter on his face. A nod of his head sent the men forward, and before Eve could even move, painful electrical currents were coursing through her body. Her entire being stiffened and went rigid from the electricity, and when the small metal connectors dropped from her body, she collapsed to the floor, limp and her eyes rolling, her skin spasming slightly.. The corners of her vision were darkened, the bodies before her blurred and unrecognizable. Four hands gripped and lifted her from the floor, her frame dead weight and dragging as they pulled her. The further she was pulled away from Charlie, the more her defiance grew, and as they reached the door to the room, her hand weakly grasped at the frame.

"I swear to God ... If you lay a hand on her ..." she snarled out quietly, her voice holding a weakened tremble to it. The men laughed at her bravado, but she managed to cast a look over her shoulder at Charlie - one that held words of encouragement and spoke for her not to worry.

She once again fell in and out of consciousness, only completely awakening when she was dropped roughly into a chair and freezing cold water cascaded over her. It mixed with blood and cuts, causing them to sting and a soft hiss to escape her body as the cold pushed her bones to ache. Lifting her head, her eyes tinged with an ethereal purple glow, she glared at the men surrounding her. After a few moments of complete silence, the lights in the room dimmed, leaving only a bright one to surround her and the grayed lighting from the outside to filter in through the windows.

The leader of the men stepped into the light, hands clasped behind him and face sneering amusingly down at her. The ropes tied tightly around her ankles and wrists stung, obviously laced with one of the poisonous and weakening components out there for werewolves, and she struggled at them futilely as the man approached her chair. Propping one hand against the back of it and just above her shoulder, he leaned down so that he was inches from her face. His free hand rose to roughly grab her jaw and he forced her to meet his gaze.

"I'm going to have quite a bit of fun with you before I have your delicious body completely and utterly deconstructed and deliver to your precious mother and father in a beautiful little gift box."

Releasing her jaw, he turned to face away from her as a loud squeaking sound filled the empty room. Slowly a metal cart appeared, and when it came completely into view, it revealed small tools scattered across a plain white towel that glowed in the lighting. The man approached it, daintily plucking up a shining silver scalpel and studying it in the dim lighting. Her eyes glued to it, a rush of fear slithering through her body. She was frozen where she sat, unable to move even to attempt to rip herself from the chair. When he turned back to face her, a disgusting smile was spread across his lips. it was only when he began to approach her again that she jerked from her statue state and attempted to loosen her ropes. The burning sensation only grew, giving her skin a raw, scratching feeling.

So focused was she on freeing herself that she didn't notice when he reached her. Her only indication was his feet before hers, and when she saw them stop, she slowly turned her gaze up towards him, a dark, burning look of hatred sizzling in her eyes.

"May God have mercy on your soul," she snarled out.

It was then that he brought the small blade down, digging deeply into her upper shoulder and continuing down her arm to her elbow. She made no sound of pain, but instantly sweat broke out across her skin. It was an unbearable agony, the slow cuts that were made to her porcelain skin.

She managed to keep quiet for only forty-five minutes of the torture before her sobbing screams began to escape, turning her throat raw and her cheeks red with tears.

The man pulled away from his project to study the artistry that was her bloodied body. The slices in her arms were so coated in blood that one couldn't tell one slice from another, but she had followed his movements almost to a T. If she wasn't mistaken, he had sliced the words sanctifica and aperirique - Latin for Sanctify and Rectify on the outside of either arms. What this meant, she didn't know, but clearly it was a brand - perhaps a name used to label their group? The name they labeled themselves with? It wouldn't surprise her. They were clearly mad and thought werewolves to be abominations that were to be cleansed from society and the world as it was. She found this amusing, seeing as the leader himself was a werewolf. Did the followers not know?

Her legs were in a similar set of disarray. Along the tops of her upper thighs were two names. Draven was neatly cut into her right leg, and Royce was sliced into the left. However, it was barely legible past all of the blood, which was slowly clotting and drying.

Soft sobbing breathed out from her, mixed with different languages of different religions prayers.

"Our Mother, Thou who art in the heart of Gaia
May the holiness of Thy name awaken our remembering.
May the breath of Thy loving presence
warm the hearts of all who wander homeless.
May the resurrection of thy memory
renew our faith eternally.
We receive this day your nurturing substance
to fill our cup of need,
and implore Thee to forgive us for forgetting Thee.
We ready ourselves to receive Thy blessings.
Mother, lead us toward the light
and the birth of the Christ within.
For Love is the Kingdom
Nurturing is the Power,
and Your wisdom with all merciful grace
is the glory
For all peoples, now and forever more.
Amen.

God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
the courage to change the things I can;
and the wisdom to know the difference.
"

Tears dripped down Eve's face and onto her thighs, mixing with the blood of her wounds. The leader snorted and returned the most recent utensil to his tray. Waving the men out of the room, he turned to face her, leaning down so that he was at her height.

"You can't win, you stupid little girl. And no one is coming for you - they won't be able to find you. I'm not going to kill you right away, either - oh, no, that wouldn't be fun," he said softly, slowly approaching her. Using his finger to tilt her bloodied, sweat-streaked and tear-stained face upwards, he smirked at her. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you down until nothing is left and you are a shell of the being you once were."

With that, he leaned forward and dragged his tongue across her cheek, sending goosebumps of disgust across her entire body, before dropping her head and disappearing from the room, leaving her alone in the large area.

Her shoulders trembling, Eve raised her head and let it fall back against the back of the chair, her breathing staggering and slowly evening out.

"To be hurt ... To be lost ... To be left out in the dark ..."

Sucking in a trembling breath, she fought back the tears that stung at her eyes before dropping her head down once again.

"To be kicked ... When you're down ..." A small sob escaped her lips.

"To feel like you've been pushed around ..."

Biting her lower lip, she turned her face so that she cup wipe the blood that was trickling from her nose onto her shirt sleeve. Her clothes were torn and blood stained almost every inch of them, along with her skin and hair.

"Mama ... Dad ... I just want to come home ..." she whimpered.

A loud shriek echoed throughout the confines of the building, causing her head to jerk up, her wet and bloodied hair whipping upwards in the same motion. The scream was clearly feminine and scent chills through her body.

"... Charlie?" she whispered. Another scream of pure agony followed, and instantly Eve's face contorted in pure and utter fury. It was then that the door opened, revealing the leader from before. He approached her, chuckling when he saw her look of anger.

"I see I haven't completely rid you of your attitude. Allow me to shed some light on the situation," he purred out, leaning against her chair with a hand on either armrest.

"You see, right now I have two of my loyal human meat-bags in one of the other rooms slowly torturing your pretty little friend. What was her name again? Charlie?"

Jerking at her ropes, she attempted to pull free and hit him, but found them only to loosen a bit in response to her movements. The man out rightly laughed in her face at her attempt to hurt him, leaning closer so that they were nose-to-nose.

"Perhaps I'll kill her first and them gift you with her dead body. I would love to see the look on your face if you saw that," he purred.

Curling her fingers inward, she scratched her nails against the wooden chair. In a single movement she threw her head forward, slamming it against his. Pain lashed through her skull, no more so than what she had already been put through, however, and so she quickly shoved it aside. As the ropes loosened around her wrists, she slipped one hand free and clenched it, immediately connecting it with his jaw as he was currently still reeling from the head-butt. Wrenching her other hand and one foot free with a simple yank of the ropes, she grabbed his head and pulled him down, pile-driving her knee into his face. His nose completely disintegrated under the movement, sending him howling to the ground in pain. The doors flew open to her room, revealing four armored men - a few of the men that Charlie had explained to her during their talk.

Before they could even register what was occurring, she wrenched a dagger from the man's belt and in one motion turned, releasing the dagger. It flew the air and instantly struck the jugular of the largest man, who gargled for a moment, clawing at his throat, before collapsing to the ground in a twitching heap.

Grabbing the leader's head and pinning him to the floor, she looked up at the three remaining men, her eyes gleaming an inhuman purple and an animalistic expression of pure rage contorting her face.

"One move and I snap his neck like the disgusting flea-bag that he is," she growled out. The men looked at each other, uncertainty tinging their expressions. Her burst of adrenaline wouldn't last long in her weakened state, however, so hoisting the leader up, she turned him so that his limp body shielded her. Glancing over the shoulders of the men, she raised her brows.

"What are you doing here?"

The men turned to look at who she was speaking to, but when they found no one, they turned to face her again - only to find their leader's unconscious body flying at them horizontally. It slammed into them, taking them all down in their off-guard state, and before they could scramble to their feet, she was already gone. The only thing that they saw was her feet disappearing into one of the large air vents positioned perfectly above a few stacked, wooden crates.

{Side Note: The leader of the gang is the one if the jacket in this picture in the front of the group with a white shirt.}

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Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica Character Portrait: Jason Sutton Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate Character Portrait: Silvestra Roberge
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The past three weeks had been almost perfect in Silver's opinion. As a late birthday present Jason and Rachelle had given her the money and permission to go to Cedar Creek and get a new tattoo which she had taken gladly. The last five months Silver had been either holed up in her room, her shed, or the automotive shop in mostly successful attempts to avoid Aziel. Though she wouldn't admit it to Evie, who usually couldn't go more than a few days without trying to convince or trick Silver into rejoining pack society, the self-induced isolation had been starting to wear on her.

The first few days she was in the city had been spent getting her tattoos done and pretty much nothing else, though Silver didn't mind much since it gave her time to catch up with Ally, her tattoo artist and friend. By the time her three new tattoos were finished Ally had already convinced Silver to stay with her for the rest of the week. After the week of partying and relaxing with Ally going back to the pack house wasn't something Silver looked forward to but she had packed and gotten on the road that morning all the same. It was only about a four hour drive and honestly she could have left later but excitement of getting back to Evie had gotten the best of her and she had rushed to get out the door, packing most of her stuff the night before.

As she got closer and closer to town Silver thought about going to the auto shop to drop off the jeep she had borrowed from Frank but decided she could go one more night without her bike. At one point she frowned as she watched a van speed past her about ten minutes out of town. For some reason the vehicle made the hairs on the back of her neck rise and Silver hit the gas. Seven minutes later Silver pulled into the driveway to see Phoebe's back disappearing into the house and a pack member talking to someone in one of the pack vans. For some reason, this made the tight feeling in her stomach that was telling her something was wrong get worse and it spurred her into action. Throwing the jeep in park she threw her door open and leapt out, striding over to the van. A million questions flooded through her head but she ignored them in favor listening to Jared, a male pack member off 29, asking an injured Aziel if he needed help inside. At the sight of Aziel Silver froze, though she obviously didn't do so fast enough because Jared turned to look at her.

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"Alright. Tell me everything that you can remember from those men," Eve said after Charlie stopped talking. With a nod, the older girl went through and described what she had noticed as a weakness. Most were physical. The taller broad man with black hair had sciatic pain. The skinnier blonde appeared to have ADD. The average tattooed guy and shorter stockier blonde definitely trusted each other but were wearier of the others. Her observations took roughly a half an hour, possibly more Charlie wasn't sure though. She had just finished talking quietly to Eve when a soft click came from behind her.

Seconds later the door slowly opened causing Eve to jump up and stand in front of Charlie. Normally she would have felt annoyed at the action, but she didn't have time to care. Rather Charlie slowly stood and watched. The leader of the trio walked straight up to Eve until they were basically toe to toe. Instinctively, she moved but Eve's hand was out preventing her from going anywhere. The silence was only shattered when the leader finally spoke. "I'm gonna break you like the little doll that you are, you mangy mutt," he sneered out, a small tinge of laughter on his face. Before Eve could reacted two things happened simultaneously. First one of the men's hand shot out and pulled Charlie away and second Eve was shot with a stun gun.

Charlie jerked forward a little, but her captor's grip prevented her from going to help her pack mate. Eve! The older girl watched helplessly as Eve locked up before collapsing to the ground. The man that held Charlie shoved her towards the other end of the room before going to help drag Eve out. Losing her balance, Charlie tripped and fell watching helplessly as Eve was dragged away. Eve... I am as useless as I thought. I could not even help her. No, pull yourself together. With a scowl, Charlie got up and started looking around for any way to get out or something that could be useful later. She didn't find much. As she was inspecting the door for any weaknesses she heard footsteps. Backing away, she stood still in the corner farthest from the door.

"Hello." A man wearing the armor the rest of the kidnappers wore excluding the jacket. The shirt he wore was a plain white, one that showed off his tattoo sleeves. "Nice try hiding, but we know you're here." He smiled pleasantly, but Charlie noted that there was no friendliness in it. He wore a mask and gave off an air of casualty but she could tell it was a lie. "Miles." Instinctively she tried to backup more but had nowhere to go. The man easily grabbed her upper arm in a bruising grip and pulled her out the door behind the faux casual man and the other kidnapper that flanked him. Taking in her guard, she let her nail scratch at the newly scabbed cut on her palm letting it start to bleed again. Squeezing her hand into a fist, she felt her blood drip to the floor leaving bloody bread crumbs behind. She debated trying to escape but quickly scratched the idea. There was no way she would have made it out.

The trio didn't go far before the casual man flung a door open. In the empty room was a single chair and rope. The man smiled as he swept a hand towards the chair. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." Charlie watched him for a moment before easily walking with her captor to the chair where she sat herself. "Are you going to fight Miles?" Charlie's silence didn't faze the casual man. He merely nodded at Miles who tied the roped tightly around her wrists and ankles.

"You are a wolf!" The man laughed gleeful at Charlie's surprised yet pained face. "I was beginning to wonder." He started walking leisurely around the young woman while his underlings stood off to the side. "We've been doing research on your little pack. The alpha's daughter was quite troublesome since she doesn't leave the house often, but you. You were easy. You walked the town like any other human. I thought we had the wrong girl because honestly you don't really act like a wolf. You have very little tells. You don't react to odd sounds like most wolves, you don't slightly lift your head to scent the air, hell humans barely react to your presence. Imagine my surprise when we burst into that... bar," He spat the word as if it personally disgusted him. "And there you were. This should be interesting." He patted Charlie's cheek causing her insides to curdle. She wanted to snap at him but instead stayed still only letting her eyes track him.

He stopped in front of her and shifted from one foot to the other. His head teetered side to sdie as he thought about something. "You don't seem to talk much." No, especially not to the likes of you. "I find that offensive, but also curious. Let's see what it takes to get you to talk." Then suddenly Charlie's head whipped to the side from his fist connecting to her cheek. She didn't move, too stunned to do anything. "Not even a yelp!" He continued to beat her trying to see what would cause her to break her silence. With each punch and eventually slice of a blade, he became more enthused and gleeful.

After some time, he stopped to wipe his hands on a towel. "I think you're my new favorite." He spoke the words as if it was an honor, a compliment. Charlie looked up at him with annoyance in her eyes. "Oh you, flirting with me with those beautiful amber eyes. Round two shall we?" Next thing she knew freezing water was thrown on her causing her to instantly shake. As he went back to beating her, physically hurting her was far more fun than using an instrument, she repeated to herself a quote that hadn't left her since she had read Dune. I must not fear. Fear is a mind-killer, Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to wash over me and through me. When it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. The mantra had gotten her through many rough experiences in her life, especially her panic attacks. For the most part repeating the words continually damped the pain. But even those words could not prepare her for what he did next.

Growing bored of her silence, he stopped and turned on his heels. As Charlie breathed through the pain and relished in the break, the man walked over to one of his men. "I must give you credit, you are a tough one. Beautiful and tough, a rare combination. If you weren't a wolf I'd consider asking you to join our ranks, but alas you're a monster. Now I must confess something." Charlie didn't look up which disappointed the demented man. He shrugged it off and started towards her once again with Miles following after him. "I've always wanted to do something, but never found the right wolf to do it too. None have ever lasted as long as you and usually started bawling or passed out five minutes in. Rather pathetic really." He knelt down and started to loosen the ropes. Unconsciously Charlie tried to her hand pull away, but the man stopped her with a task. "No, no. I'm not freeing you." With the ropes still around her wrists, he turned her forearm so her hand was palm up. "They say wolves have mates, more specifically females do." Charlie's insides froze not liking where his monologue was going. "Can't survive the shift without one or something. Doesn't matter. What does is the fact that your mate is bound to you. Would do anything for you. Sickeningly cliche of soulmates, but that's neither here nor there. What I'm curious about is what would happen if he saw that you belonged to someone else." Charlie's eyes finally shot up. Her whole body froze as she watched the man twirl a long piece of metal in his hand. One end glowing an angry white red. Suddenly the faux easiness faded into a demented gleeful grin. "Sing for me, she-wolf." Then he pressed the partially heated brand onto her forearm.

Unlike the previous torture techniques, Charlie had never experienced this particular pain before. She'd been punched, slapped, cut, and had water thrown on her. Usually accidentally, but nonetheless she knew the pain. Branding was a whole different story. As the metal seared, melted, charred, and bubbled her skin, she tried not to satisfy the man. The pain was too much however.. too intense.. too different for her rational mind to push away. Throwing her head back, she let out a blood curdling scream that echoed through the building and into the surrounding area. She eventually stopped only to start sob. The man took hold of her bruised and cut up chin and with a grin said, "You belong to us now, she-wolf."

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Character Portrait: Russell Talbot Character Portrait: Charlie Hart Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica Character Portrait: Jason Sutton Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Silvestra Roberge
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The cellar was a dark and damp room. Four streaks of light filtered down through a crack in the floorboards above as Jason rubbed his hands with a white cloth soaked in alcohol . A white apron hung over his neck as he intently watched the Rogue in the cage before him. Stained blood was faded at the waist of the apron, a permanent mark despite numerous washing. The smell of death lingered upon it. It was just as much as a tool to Jason as the stack of knives that sat upon a metal table beside him. Beside the knives were pliers, a saw, a finger cutting device and sugar and water ready to be boiled. What little people knew is that sugar mixed with boiling water creates a paste which burns like acid to the skin, once dry it was almost always near impossible to remove without pulling off the skin with it. This was Jason's least favorite place in the house.

He was preparing to do what he must for the pack. He needed information, and there was only one way to pry it from rogues, they were just as loyal as pack wolves to their alpha. Learning the Rogue's Alpha's identity was of the utmost importance. Small fry like this one would lose most of their fight if their Alpha was dead. Jason fully intended to rip out this Rogue's Alpha's heart.

Yet this rogue was still unconscious. Jason began to tap his foot out of habit as he waited.

“Jason” a familiar voice filtered down the steep staircase from the house above, the door creaking as Andrew Turner softly called him.


”Is it important?” Jason paused his hands wrapped within the cloth still.

”Phoebe's car has entered the compound, shall I take a report?” Andrew said a little hesitant. Not many wolves in the pack were fond of this room. It brought most of them unease, but they knew and understood its purpose.


”No. I will speak to her.” Jason stood up from the metal chair placed in front of the cage the Rouge was locked within. It was an unbreakable cage for any wolf. The metal imported for its endurance and built against the solid stone walls of the cellar. Scratch marks scarred the stone and an unpleasant smell lingered. Jason wondered what this Rogue's first thoughts would be when he awoke.

Pulling off his apron and leaving the cloth on the table with his 'tools' Jason began his ascent up the stairs, a low light bulb hung atop the stairs the only light source within the room. As he reached the top he placed a hand on Andrew's shoulder. ”Tell Calvin to inform me the moment he wakes” Jason said before beginning to head down the hallway.

”Sure. I'll get him right away” Andrew nodded before moving in the opposite direction knowing Jason's instructions were for Calvin to take his place in the cellar. Calvin, like Jason, had a strong stomach for the tasks carried out in the cellar.

Heading through the house Jason opened the large double wooden doors that lead onto the front porch. As he stepped outside Phoebe's van pulled up into the drive at questionable speed.

Something was wrong.


As she ordered Jared to go and help Aziel out of the car Jason felt him stomach twist. Aziel was hurt. That boy was tough, for him to get hurt enough to need help out of car meant something horrible had happened.

Phoebe immediately approached him as her gaze met his.

"We were attacked....humans, maybe rogues... Eve and Charlie were taken. Russell followed..." she said before dropping to her knees. ”"I failed you, I offer my life as retribution"

Jason stared at her in silence as he took in what she had told him. His heart quickened, his mind running a mile a minute as his thoughts began to explode within his mind. Shock, frustration, fear and despair flooded throughout him but most of the emotion that burned loudest was anger.

Eve. Charlie. As Alpha, he was angered and knew this would demand retribution. However, as a father, his heart also despaired, his only daughter was kidnapped, she could be hurt, even killed already. Fear flood through him, but his rage boiled uncontrollably.

Holding his stance calm Jason's fist scrunched beside him as he moved his gaze towards Phoebe her neck bared to him submissively.

“you can offer your life to Eve and Charlie. They were under your protection, you have failed them more than you have me” Jason's voice lacked emotion as he tried to reign in his true thoughts. He wanted nothing more than change into a wolf and tear through the flesh of the nearest living thing he could find. His wolf raged to destroy, to hunt, to kill anything and everything that had touched his precious pack. The smell of blood on Phoebe only made it harder to resist his wolf's blood lust.

”Dana!” Jason hollered in no direction. Within a few seconds, a middle-aged plump woman with dyed blonder hair emerged from the house. ”Take Phoebe and clean her wound. Phoebe, as soon as your able I want you to take Jared, Andrew, and Caroline to the last place you saw Eve and Charlie. Pick up their scent and contact Russell. Make contact with him as soon as possible we can not leave him alone.“ Jason began to spout orders.

Looking over to the van he saw Silver speaking with Jared and Aziel. Aziel leaned on Jared's shoulder his body naked as the day he was born. He had just shifted, blood streamed down his leg a clear bullet wound embedded in the muscle. He was being difficult.

”Aziel. Change and have Dana dig out the bullet then head after Russell. Silver stick close to Phoebe and Aziel. No pack member is to be alone at any point. We are officially in a red situation. he spoke loud enough for all to hear. They all knew what red meant. For each scenario, Jason had assigned colored coded states of emergency. Red meant an immediate threat to all lives of the pack was at stake. All members were to never be alone no matter what they were doing and all of them had to follow Jason's order strictly keeping aware of their surroundings at times. Patrols were to be assigned for the pack compound and all allied packs were to be contacted and made aware of a possible threat within the vicinity.


”Caroline, contact the other packs closest to our territory. Inform them of the situation. Then contact all remaining pack members to return to the house immediately. I'm leaving it you to gather them and make this place a stronghold for any kind of situation. Keep an eye on the children with two others whilst the rest patrol” Jason gave his final order before turning around and heading into the house.

He was going to beat the Rogue to death if it meant he got answers.

(PLEASE SEE NPC THREAD FOR THE CHARACTERS! DANA IS THE PACK DOCTOR =) )

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Aziel felt impatient as he waited for Phoebe to return to the van. She was speaking with Russell who appeared to be staying behind to track down Eve and Charlie. A small sense of relief washed over him as he listened to their conversation. He could trust Russell to track them down, the scent wouldn't go cold, however it did bother him a little. If he knew his father, a situation like this meant no one should go anywhere alone.

Phoebe gave Russell instructions before getting back into the van. He felt the jolt of the car as she slammed closed the door and hit her foot on the gas.

"Hang on Aziel, its going to be a bumpy ride" she informed him as he felt his body move in motion with the car around bends. He winced as his leg hit the side pain shooting through his leg but held it in.

It wasn't long before Phoebe swerved into the parking lot of the pack house not wasting time to get out and inform his father of the situation. As she did step out he heard her order Jared to help him out of the car.

Aziel snuffed his wolves wet nose at her comment. He wasn't incapacitated that much.

Gravel crunched as Jared walked towards the Van clicking open the boot to reveal Aziel's overly large wolf form.

”You gonna shift or what?” Jared raised an eyebrow at Aziel before pushing back his glasses.

Aziel raised his lip to show his canines in response at Jared before snorting. Jared was one of the few wolves who didn't paddy foot around Aziel and his attitude. Ultimately it gave Aziel respect for the guy.

”Oh come on, i'll help if you need it” he smirked at Aziel amused at his stubbornness.

Aziel rolled his eyes before shuffling his position in the car. Shifting when injured was worse than changing healthy. The pain on his leg was going to be horrific, however his muscles still flinches every now and again so the change was probably going to hurt him more on all of his body. It hesitantly paused for a moment before mentally preparing himself for the change.

Calming his mind Aziel took deep heavy breaths and relaxed all of his muscles a numbing sensation began to prickle over his skin as the shift began to take effect. His fur pulling back into his skin, then suddenly the immense pain he had dreaded shook throughout him as his bones began to break.

Jared waited seeing Aziel began to shift as a flash of blonde hair strided towards him. Looking up Jared met the gaze of Silver. “Good to see your back Silver, could have been at a better time though” Jared sighed rubbing the back of his head.

Aziel suddenly coarsely howled as his body felt like red hot coals were steaming on his skin. His howl changed into a cry as his human vocal cords developed his fingers re-breaking back into place. Biting his lip he bared the pain for the remaining few seconds as his body shifted back into a human.

Flexing his fingers he panted pain still tingling throughout his body. It was the most painful shift he had ever experienced. He was going to kill anyone he saw with a fucking taser.

Looking up at Jared Aziel moved and began to step out of the van before noticing Silver, his skin was bare but he felt no shame. Wolves were accustomed to nudity, as least wolves who had already shifted were, he didn't often think much about it after years of shifting with pack on a full moon.

”God damn that looked intense” Jared whistled

”Trust me it was” Aziel said as he went to stand. However, as he put his full weight on his legs he felt his leg slip from beneath him unable to take it as pain shot through, the bullet digging into his wound.

”heeey hold on there” Jared quickly moved to grab Aziel wrapping his arm around his shoulders. ”I'm here to help” he pointed out.

”I'm fine. I don't have time for this crap” Aziel tried to shove Jared away but Jared didn't break.

”Sureeee you are.” he said sarcastically. ”what happened?”

”Humans. They raided the bar, came fully prepared and somehow knew our weak spots. They stank of Rogue” the anger in Aziel's voice could be heard as he spoke. Thats when he noticed Silver the pain from his shift slowly evaporating.

”Keep your wits about you. They only took Eve and Charlie for a reason, I not sure why, but they didn't take Phoebe so it isn't because their girls. The only reason I could think of on the drive here could be because they haven't shifted yet. So you may be a target too.” Aziel met Silver's eyes his expression and voice showing how serious he was.

There were children in the pack who also hadn't shifted yet. He hoped he was wrong for their safety.

”Aziel. Change and have Dana dig out the bullet then head after Russell. Silver stick close to Phoebe and Aziel. No pack member is to be alone at any point. We are officially in a red situation.” Jason's voice hollered across the drive from the porch.

Aziel looked up to his father whilst leaning on Jared. For once in his life he fully agreed with his father wishes. It was a strange feeling, but watching his father speaking calmly Aziel could see the anger that flashed in his expression. He wanted blood.

”Red..” Jason mumbled more to himself than anyone. Aziel looked up to him feeling Jared Stiffen under his arm. He was afraid, for his mate and little girl.

”Don't worry. I'll protect them” Aziel mumbled back to him. Jared wasn't a strong fighter, it wasn't in his nature to hurt someone. But it was Aziel's, if his strength was good for anything if would be protecting his pack. ”No matter what i'm going to get them back” he said before stepping forward towards the house.

Jared tightened his hand on Aziel's shoulder. 'we're' going to get them back” Jared spoke sternly.

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Rachelle paced in the living room as she wrung her hands. Her heart thumped so fast from worry she was certain everyone could hear it. Evangeline and Aziel had been with Phoebe, Jason had told her about Phoebe's phone call. Stress and panic had taken her over as her mind began to spiral into a thousand different situations that could have taken place. Few of them were opportunistic.

“Calm down Rachelle. It's no use worrying until you hear what actually happened” Dana calmly sprawled on the sofa watching the news on the TV. The bar Phoebe and her children had gone too were aflame, fire engines and ambulances littered the streets and crowds had gathered. The news reporter didn't have much of an explanation for what may have happened other than the fact the bar was a known werewolf bar and was possibly the result of a race hate attack.


”How can I not worry! Both of my children, Charlie and Russell were there! What if something terrible happened” Rachelle continued to pace.


”Well we know something terrible did happen” Dana indicated to the burning bar on the tv, ”But worrying won't solve anything. Action will” Dana stood and stopped Rachelle's pacing placing her hands on her shoulders. ”you need to be strong for them” Dana rubbed Rachelle's arms to try and calm her.

Rachelle paused realising now that she was shaking. ”Your right. I must calm my thoughts and think realistically” Rachelle took a deep breath.

”we need to issue out patrol time-scales, and a rota for you should anyone be injured. I'll make dinner and keep everyone well fed. Jason will -” Rachelle paused thinking of the rogue in the cellar. She hated that room, its smell always made her uncomfortable. ”Jason will get answers” as Rachelle finished she spotted Jason walk past the living room towards the front porch.

”Phoebe must be back” Rachelle's heart began to pick up again as she went to follow but Dana grabbed her wrist.

”Give them a moment. You don't know what the news may be yet. Listen from here” Dana indicated towards the sofa.

Rachelle looked to the sofa and back to Dana. Dana was one of Rachelle's closest friends. She was always cynical about her own life but Dana was always encouraging towards Rachelle and knew Rachelle may not want the pack members to see her reaction to Phoebe's news.

”Alright” Rachelle nodded taking a seat with Dana on the sofa. She turned down the TV and listened with her wolves hearing to the conversation happening outside.

As Phoebe told Jason that Charlie and Eve had been taken Rachelle felt the blood rush from her. She was glad she was already sat down as she felt as though she may faint. Shaking she clutched onto Dana's hand. ”S-something terrible happened” she stuttered in shock.

Dana was also in shock her own body frozen at the news. Gently she squeezed Rachelle's hand. ”Don't let them breathe again” she whispered

”They will suffer a hell they never imagined” Rachelle responded as she stared blankly at the tv and the flames simmering.

“Dana!” Suddenly Jason's voice summoned.


”Go, I'll be alright” Rachelle didn't show any expression.

”Okay, call me if you need me” Dana said moving towards the porch to receive Jason's orders.

Rachelle sat in silence, a tear dropped down her cheek as took in the fact her daughter had been taken by someone. Looking to her right she saw through the window Aziel's stumbling for balance and Jared helping him. She noted Silvers return and a small part of her wished she was lucky enough to have missed this situation. She may have been safer staying with her friend for some time longer oblivious. It would have saved her any fear or the stress of this situation.

Standing Rachelle left the living room and went up the stairs towards Aziel's room. Rummaging through his draws she pulled out some grey slacks and a pair of boxers before heading down the stairs. She paused at the foot of the stairs as Jason walked back into the house.

They both stared at each other.

”Im sorry” Jason said looking at her directly.

”Don't be. This was unforeseen. Rachelle stepped towards him cupping his face in her hands. ”I know you will get them back. I've never known you not to get what you want in the end” she smiled weakly.

Jason placed a hand over hers as she cupped his face. ”I will make sure they return home safely, no matter what” he leant his forehead to touch hers as they consoled in one another.

”Just don't get yourself killed. I love you” Rachelle ordered him.

Jason smiled looking down at her smaller frame ”Never. I love you too” Jason said before kissing her deeply. Their sadness and anger entwined.

Breaking apart they nodded towards one another before going their separate ways.

Rachelle walked outside past the porch towards Aziel, Jared and Silver. As she approached they she held out the slacks and boxers to Aziel

”Put them on. Jared, I'll take it from here. Please go and start Patrol with Andrew” Rachelle spoke her voice tinted with her fear for Eve and Charlie.


”I'm fine” Aziel shrugged off Jared taking the slacks and boxers popping them on one leg at a time. He struggled with his left leg the pain obvious in his expression but persevered through it.


”No your not. Dana needs to see you. Then you can hunt them down.” Rachelle sternly glared at Aziel. She wanted him to understand, she would not forgive anyone if Eve and Charlie were hurt. She would not forgive Aziel or Phoebe, they should have protected them.

Aziel looked back at his mother. His eyes showed is infuriated frustration at his injury ”Then bloody help me to Dana so I can rip those rogues apart” Aziel said what Rachelle had wanted to hear.

”Come on then” she offered her shoulder to Aziel and began to walk with him to the house as Jared went to find Andrew.

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Jasons silence told her all she needed to know. He wanted more than anything to rip out her throat. She had failed in the worst possible way and she did not deserve to live. She waited patiently, praying he would tear out her throat and leave her to die in peace.

“you can offer your life to Eve and Charlie. They were under your protection, you have failed them more than you have me” Jason said. Phoebe slumped not in relief, but in agony, physical and emotional.

‘You failed and do not deserve to live. You must save the wolflings or die trying and repent.’ Phoebe’s Wolf snarled.

"Dana, Take Phoebe and clean her wound. Phoebe, as soon as your able I want you to take Jared, Andrew, and Caroline to the last place you saw Eve and Charlie.” Phoebe tuned out after his last command. Dana took her arm and lead her towards the back room to take care of her wound.

Phoebe felt herself cringe at the physical effort it took to stand. She hoped to god she died, otherwise how was she to face Evangeline and Charlie. She sat on the bed, her mind retracing the moments during the attack, attempting to piece together any important details.

Great wolf, hear my words,
Great wolf, give strength to me.
Great wolf, lend me your power,
Great wolf, I call to thee.

Dana entered the room silently, Phoebe's eyes tracked her movements as Dana grabbed bandages and stitching materials.

"That's an ugly hole..." Dana said as she touched the wound none to gently. Phoebe grimanced as she felt shads of liquid pain run from the hole all the way to her spine.

"Looks like it went straight through. That Cauterization was a smart move....gonna hurt like a bitch to stitch....Ha look at that I rhymed." Dana said as she started.

"Hurry up." Phoebe grit out. She was not trying to be rude, but she had things to do. Dana blinked as if Phoebe had hurt Dana's feelings and for a moment Phoebe felt bad...but only for a moment because Dana jammed the suture needle into her side making Phoebe grit her teeth and pain explode in her head. Dana stitched her up in less than 10 minutes, which would have been more impressive if it wasn't so damn painful. Once she was fully put together she ran her hands through her hair and prepared to go to battle for her Pack.

Phoebe entered the main room and walked towards the pack.

"Whomever is ready to go, lets go." She growled out.

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Blood On My Name
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Russell gave Phoebe an affirmative nod at her conditions. Though he wasn't gonna wait around sitting on his thumbs once he found them. Russell looked towards the road, where the girls scent led to. 'Just hang on. I won't let anything happen to you.' Russell proclaimed in his mind as he glared at the direction they went, with determination almost burning in his eyes. When Peter joined him, and began speaking to him Russell just stared at him up and down. "Don't sell me short. I got one advantage on them, surprise. They left their boys back there to take care of us. So we got a finite amount of time before they realized that." He stated.

"And we're wolves Peter, that means we're never alone." He added. "If you want to help me, then fine. I won't turn you away. But you follow my lead." He said as he stared Peter down. "This isn't my first time dealing with holier-than-thou human supremacist paramilitary wannabes like these assholes." He stated as he tucked some of his hair behind his ear, showing off his facial scar to Peter. "And I'm gonna find them, and RIP THOSE BASTARDS TO SHREDS."

Russell then looked around at the vehicles surrounding them, he needed some wheels. Russell went over to a dead body of one of the men that attacked them. He searched the body, patting his hands up and down it. He stopped the moment he found what he was looking for, a pocket knife. He grabbed the knife, along with a couple extra shotgun rounds, and made his way towards a nearby parked truck, picking up a shotgun off the ground along the way. Once he got to the truck he bashed the window out with the butt of the shotgun. He unlocked the door, and brushed away the broken glass in the driver's seat.

Russell got in, and unlocked the passenger's side door for Peter. Russell opened up the pocket knife, and placed it in the ignition. After lining it up Russell used his enhanced strength to violently jam the knife into the keyhole, and then turning it to start the truck up. Once the car was started up Russell sat there for a moment staring at the steering wheel. His body was shaking from anger and frustration from not being able to save Eve, and Charlie. "Te voi salva. Trebuie să." He softly muttered to himself before he drove off towards the scent.

For roughly twenty minutes Russell sat there in complete silence, focusing on driving, and following the scent, barely registering Peter even being there. "I don't get it. Why would hunters take two females that have yet to shift? Unless they're looking for the pack. But even then there was a lot of wolves in that bar, they'd have no reason to believe that wasn't our pack to begin with." He finally spoke. "If they were wolves then it would make since. They'd want the two for their pack. Since they haven't shifted yet, they haven't officially established an alpha. Makes them much easier to mold."

"I've heard stories about rogues doping up captured females to get them under control." Russell then tightly gripped the steering wheel at the thought of what they could be doing to the girls. "Not to mention psychological damage that could be used to change a person. A person's mind is much more fragile than we like to think." He explained. He then increased the truck's acceleration, going well over the speed limit. He couldn't let this happen to them. He knows all too well what this sort of thing can do to a person.

"But those hunters were humans weren't they? I didn't sense any werewolves." He added. Russell was clearly shaken by the whole ordeal. The blood, the smoke, the gunshots, and the screams were all too familiar to him. "What the hell do they want with them?" The more he thought about it, the more pissed off he got. "Dammit, I should have been faster. If I was faster I could have stopped the van. This is all my fault." He groaned in frustration. Russell then let out a relaxing sigh. "Sorry...it's just this pack....my pack....they aren't my first pack. I was in a rough place before I met them, and they still took me in. I owe them too much to let this happen."

The rest of the ride Russell remained silent, quietly contemplating what those men could possibly want with the girls. The drive seemed like it lasted an eternity. And for Russell it really felt like it. He couldn't stop thinking about how much time they've been with those monsters, and the possible horrors that's being inflicted on. And his wolf has a vivid imagination about worse case scenarios. He shook his head, he had to focus on rescuing them. No matter what he has to do.

After sometime they came down a very bumpy, and winding road, and Russell stopped the truck, pulling it over on the side of the road. "We're close, real close. We go the rest of the way of foot." He stated as he got out of the truck, and grabbed the shotgun he picked up. "Listen, Peter, you don't owe us anything. I won't think any less of you if you want to stay back here." Russell stated to him. He might not know the young man, he still doesn't want to see him get hurt over something that he's not involved in, though he doubted that he'd listen to him.

Russell quietly sneaked his way through the forest, and towards the increasingly strong scent of the girls, and the van that took them. He could smell it's exhaust. After some intense sneaking through the forest they finally came upon where the girls were being held, a militia-style compound, complete with fences, and guards patrolling the perimeter. Keeping hidden in the forest, Russell pulled out his phone, and checked his location. Once he got his coordinates he sent them to Phoebe's phone.

Russell stared out at the compound, closing his eyes, and focusing on his senses of smell, and hearing. He listened closely to the sounds that people make. Footsteps, breathing, and even heartbeats if they were close enough. He focused his nose in on the girl's scent, particularly Eve's since she always had a strong scent to begin with. 'THEY'RE GOING TO DIE UNLESS YOU DO SOMETHING! THE PACK IS TOO FAR OUT, BY THE TIME THEY GET HERE IT'LL BE TOO LATE! AND ALL YOUR FAULT! THEY'LL DIE BLOODY, AND BROKEN JUST LIKE THE OTHERS! AND JUST LIKE THEM IT'LL BE BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO WEAK! BUT IF YOU LET ME OUT, I CAN GET TO THEM.'

Russell growled lowly to himself as he continued to think about it. His eyes began to turn a burning yellow once more, with his fingernails beginning to turn into claws, and teeth began to change into fangs. Russell then let out a sigh. [color=#872600]"Uniți în ceartă, împreună în pace. United in strife, together in peace."
Russell softly repeated to himself to calm himself down. Once his body parts returned to normal he let out another sigh. He looked down at his phone, and let out another sigh.

He was right. They didn't have the luxury of time. He had to do something.
[To: Phoebe]
[I can't wait for you. They can't wait for you. I can slip in unseen alone, and get to them. You guys need to get here ASAP. It's our best option.]
Once the message was sent he proceeded to turn his phone off, so as to avoid any phone calls from them telling him not to. "We've got one advantage. Numbers. The two of us can slip by them without detection. Once we're inside we need to rely on our sense of hearing, and smell. If you focus hard enough you can practically distinguish them from their heartbeats. Our senses are going to keep us alive in there. You need to trust your instincts." He stated as he looked over at Peter. "Like I said before this isn't your fight, you can walk away right now. I won't hold it against you."


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Contrary to their beliefs, the mysterious rogue captive was in fact awake, he had been for sometime. He was merely playing opossum. He was surprised that even worked at all. He listened with his eyes closed, faking being out. He took note of the heartbeats, the scents, and the names that were spoken. Once the Alpha had left, and the elderly gentlemen that accompanied him had took his place. Calvin was what they called him. Once Calvin was there the Rogue's torso shot up from the ground, him sitting up, and staring at Calvin, all with an unsettling grin plastered across his face. He took a big whiff of the air, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Smells down right homey in here!" He smirked, followed by a chuckle.

Calvin watched him carefully as he got up, and gripped the bars of his cell. Staring directly at Calvin. "Oh you caught me! I was faking being asleep the whole time. Give me some credit old man. Pain and I have come to terms a long time ago. One little geriatric punch wasn't going to keep me down." He stated with a smug grin. "Yeah you keep smiling you bastard, in about five minutes you won't have any teeth left to smile with!" Calvin growled as he turned around to go get Jason. "Aw Cal leaving so soon? I can call you Cal right?" Calvin stopped at the foot of the steps.

Before Calvin could respond footsteps could be heard coming towards them as Jason returned. "Well, rain check on that Cal." The man smirked. Once Jason was close enough the man let out a laugh. "Ah Mr. Sutton. Come down for a friendly chat? I gotta say, this is a nice play room. Tell me, you take the wifey down here to have some fun? Or are you more interested in the younger gals?" He snickered. "Do you know the difference between a wolf and a jackal Mr. Sutton? You see wolves are weak alone. They need a pack for strength. Jackals on the other hand work best alone. Jackals are able to survive in some of the most barren conditions. You know why? Because they're survivors. That is their strength."

"Now, let's talk about people. You know who are the most dangerous people? They're the damaged ones. Because they're the survivors." He continued. "Tell me Mr. Sutton, have you ever been through a crucible? At some point, either now or later everyone goes through something so traumatic that it either kills them, or changes them to who they are meant to be." He explained. He then ran his hand down his burnt face. "Oh I've went through my crucible. More so than you'll ever know, and you know what happened? I became something so much more. Makes me wonder what will happen to those two little weak girls. Your people should really learn to quiet down, I can hear the whispers from here."

"Oh how much I wish I was there right now. I wonder what's happening to them? Tell me do you know? Some sort of Alpha connection to his wayward pups? Tell me do you feel every cut they are getting while you're here with me?!" He shouted as he shook the bars to the cell. "Tell me what's happening to them?! Can you feel it?! They're probably being raped out of their minds while their Alpha is here!" He howled. "You see Mr. Sutton, you're the wolf, and I'm the JACKAL! You can burn me, break my bones, cut me to pieces but you won't kill me! You know why? Because you will NEVER forget my face, my voice! Even if you get your pups back, they will still have gone through unspeakable horrors! And every time you look into their eyes you will never forget it! And you will ALWAYS remember my face, my words! You see Mr. Sutton, even if you kill my body, I will always be with you now. That nagging voice in the back of your head reminding you that....You....Couldn't.....Protect.....Them."

"But you know what Mr. Sutton, like I said before, I'm a Jackal. I'm a survivor. And I also am your best chance at getting your pups back." He stated with a sly grin. "You see, I might not hold all the cards, but well....someone once told me to 'Focus on what I can control, and everything else will fall into place'. So I'm gonna do that. I'll walk you right up to the damn gate, and you can get your pups, and then you let me go. Two for one? Not half bad if I do say so myself. Oh! Where are my manners? You can call me Jack. Fitting ain't it?"

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Reluctant Heroes | AmaLee

"People will protect what they love most in the world; I feel lucky to be one of those protected."


The vent was coated with cobwebs and held a dank, disgusting air to it. Eve was forced to fight back sneezes and sounds of disgust, along with hisses of pain as she army-crawled her cut and bruise body across the metallic floor. Charlie's sobs had diminished and she could no longer hear them, making it impossible to find her without blindly crawling through the vents, but she wasn't worried about the girl no longer being alive - she could still make out the faint smell that was her life force, despite her unchanged state.

After a few minutes of blindly crawling, she finally huffed and stopped. She had no idea where she was going, and she was surrounded by the enemy. Even if she found Charlie and somehow managed to escape with her, they had no idea where they were or even what city they were near - if they were near one. It could be hours to the nearest town, and even without knowing Charlie's current state of being, Eve knew for a fact that she wouldn't last a trek that long. That's to say if they didn't get caught, because who knew how many people were at the warehouse, and how many people were scouting the perimeters and guarding it. They could be running head-long into the same people that wanted them dead, and Eve couldn't take those risks - not with Charlie's life at stake. Now, if it was just Eve, it wouldn't be as dangerous - she could easily hide herself. But to hide not one, but two injured, unchanged, female wolves in enemy territory? That was an incredible feat in and of itself.

As she mulled over her options, she quirked her head. A small sound of metal grinding on metal filled the air, and a split second later, the bottom to the vent screeched and gave out under her weight, which had been placed fully upon a weak point for far too long. Her eyes widened and in an instant she plummeted to the ground below.

Landing in a heap of dust and metal, Eve groaned and slowly rolled onto her back.

Only to look straight into the faces of three of the men patrolling the hallways.

"Well, would ya' lookee 'ere," one of them snickered. A disgusting hand shot out, gripping her wrist roughly and yanking her to her feet, nearly dislocating her shoulder in the process. He pulled her body against his, her back to his front, and wrapped both arms around her, one hand reaching up to grip her jaw. Pressing his face against hers, he breathed heavily in her ear, his one hand freely roaming over her body.

"Looks like we found th' 'scaped princess, di'n't we, boys?"

The two other men snickered, reaching out to poke and prod at her blood-soaked clothes and -streaked skin.

"I think we oughtt' have some fun with th' princess before we return 'er t' Royce. What about y' boys?"

The disgusting men nodded in response, and with a revolted sound, Eve drove her elbow into the man's gut. He released her with a grunt, and she managed to stumble almost completely out of his reached before he grabbed her wrist once more, yanking her back over. He spun her so their fronts collided, once again gripping her face, but this time pressing his hand across her mouth. He pushed her stumbling back into a wall, trapping her roughly against it.

"I'm goin' to have a bit of fun with y' before I return y', understand?" he snickered out, an evil glint flashing through his eyes. His hand fumbled at the bottom of her torn shirt, attempting to find an entry point, and in an that brief moment he loosened his hand just enough for her to open her mouth and clamp down on his fingers - hard. With a howl of pain, her ripped the hand away before using the opposite one to backhand her across the face. Her cheek exploded with throbbing and for a moment she saw stars, her previous head injuries and concussion not helping her current state. She fell to the floor, and before she could move, a hand wrapped around her ankle and she was yanked and pulled until she was being held upside down above the floor by one of the men.

"Now listen here - either you're going to cooperate for us, or we're going to rape you so violently that you're dear mommy and daddy are going to hear your screams all the way back home, " he snarled. He dropped her immediately afterwards, and the only shield she hand from the floor was her arms. She connected hard, causing a small, unfiltered sob to escape her lips. Her entire body hurt at this point - almost to the point where she couldn't move. Lifting one trembling hand, she dropped it to the floor as her energy disappeared entirely, leaving her body limp. Her vision darkened and flickered around the edges, and the men's voices echoed in her brain, as though she were hearing it on a different level entirely.

"Good girl - it's about time you gave in."

"You can have first dibs, big guy - and from the looks of it, I think she may yet be a virgin."

"I'm goin' t' enjoy fucking this lil' one ..."

The dim awareness remained as a hand encircle her calf. Her skin felt as though it were sliding, and the lights above her flickered and changed, the ceiling moving as the man dragged her to God-knew-where. A small blood-streak was left behind her body on the shining, white floor, and before she knew what was happening, a door was slammed, the lights were dimmed, and she was thrown roughly onto a couch.

It was then that the disgusting man was on top of her, his breath revolting and causing bile to threaten at the back of her throat. Tears stung in her eyes, which she pressed tightly shut, and she evened her breathing in an attempt to push through what was about to happen to her.

Her mother and father would come for her.

Aziel would come for her.

Russell would come for her.

Silver would come for her.

The images of the faces of those that she loved and cared about - of those that she held dear to her heart - flashed before her closed lids. The love in their faces was immense, even as memories of the day haunted her. The small thought that those were the last words that she would ever exchange with Aziel held a chilling effect on her body, and a couple of tears escaped her closed lids.

"You don't know me. You couldn't possibly know anything about me! I can't protect myself? Don't you dare pretend to know anything about me, Big Brother, when you haven't been there to see or even bother to get to know me. I'm not the one who left, and I'm not the one who abandoned his family.

Tightening her lips, more memories of her words echoed in her brain.

"I can't even stand to be in here. The air's too toxic."

The man's revolting touch on her body caused a soft sob to escape her lips, mixed with the pain of regret of words long said and passed. Perhaps this was her punishment for being insolent and cruel - hotheaded and ill-tempered.

The soft words of a prayer filtered through her lips, as the religions that she had studied throughout the world held a great importance in her life.

Behold me, my beloved Jesus,
weighed down under the burden of my trials and sufferings,
I cast myself at Your feet,
that You may renew my strength and my courage,
while I rest here in Your Presence.
Permit me to lay down my cross in Your Sacred Heart,
for only Your infinite goodness can sustain me;
only Your love can help me bear my cross;
only Your powerful hand can lighten its weight.
O Divine King, Jesus,
whose heart is so compassionate to the afflicted,
I wish to live in You;
suffer and die in You.
During my life be to me my model and my support;
At the hour of my death,
be my hope and my refuge.





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Scars | I Prevail

"Every day may not be good ... But there's good in every day."


The ride with Russell that followed the events at the bar was quiet and uneventful - almost a bit awkward, if Peter could pinpoint a word for the situation. He could feel the anger radiating off of Russell, yet knew it wasn't aimed towards him but instead the situation and the men that took his pack's women. It wasn't just a mentality of it being the women of the pack - it was also the mentality that it was members of the pack in general. His rage, however, was balanced a bit too precariously on the edge of dangerous, so in an attempt to diffuse the situation a bit, Peter straightened and listened patiently to Russell's words.

"I don't get it. Why would hunters take two females that have yet to shift? Unless they're looking for the pack. But even then there was a lot of wolves in that bar, they'd have no reason to believe that wasn't our pack to begin with. If they were wolves then it would make since. They'd want the two for their pack. Since they haven't shifted yet, they haven't officially established an alpha. Makes them much easier to mold."

"I've heard stories about rogues doping up captured females to get them under control. Not to mention psychological damage that could be used to change a person. A person's mind is much more fragile than we like to think."

"But those hunters were humans weren't they? I didn't sense any werewolves. What the hell do they want with them? Dammit, I should have been faster. If I was faster I could have stopped the van. This is all my fault."

"Sorry...it's just this pack....my pack....they aren't my first pack. I was in a rough place before I met them, and they still took me in. I owe them too much to let this happen."


After a few moments of mulling over Russell's words, Peter's cleared his throat and spoke.

"You're correct in your viewpoint of it not making any sense - and it doesn't make any sense to me either. Why would they attack that bar at that specific time - and when strangers to the bar arrived? That's the part that stumped me at first. But then I thought - what if it was planned? What if they had been following you since you arrived in town - or even longer than that? Wherever you came from, perhaps they were following you from there. I'm guessing that you came from your pack's territory - who's to say that there aren't Rogues hell-bent on destroying your pack that have been watching the whole lot of you for some time now - planning this attack?"

Peter chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "As for doping those girls up ... I believe the only one that there's a chance of that happening with is the tinier, doll-like one - Charlie was her name, if I remember correctly. The girl is smart and has a keen awareness of details, but she seems a bit weak-willed. I feel she would be easier to manipulate, or torture into submission. The other one - Eve - seems too stubborn to allow that to happen to her. I don't know who you're more concerned about because of your own separate emotional feelings towards them as individuals and not just as pack members, but it should ease your worry to know that Eve would never allow that to happen to herself, and would put her own life at stake to keep it from happening to Charlie."

Leaning back in his seat and studying the surroundings that they passed, he smothered a small sigh.

"From what I can tell, you aren't a bad person - a bit out of control, yes, but not bad. If anything, you're one of the pure-intended people I've met. I know that those girls don't blame you for what happened, and I know that they wouldn't expect you to blame yourself, either. None of this could have been prevented unless someone had known it was going to happen - but no one did. It was a petty ambush launched when everyone's backs were turned, and the people that attacked us must live with their cowardice for the rest of their days. But it's not your fault, Russell - it's not your fault," he said sternly, turning his head to look at the other man. "I saw the way that you fought back there, and your wounds are proof enough of it. I'm sure the girls know that you did your damnedest to help them, and when they see you, I expect that they'll give you a good ol' snogging as a thanks," he winked, grinning a bet. "Because we're going to save their princess-in-distress asses and take them back home."

Hopping from the vehicle as it rolled to a stop, he stretched slightly, his joints popping. He was ready for anything, his senses heightened in his awareness.

"Trust me - I won't be leaving you all on your lonesome today. You're stuck with my annoying, British, perverted ass," he chuckled, crossing over so that he stood nearer to Russell. "You can't get rid of me quite yet. I'm eager to see the outcome of this fight, and I'm most definitely rooting for you guys."

Their quick and quiet travel through the forest brought them to the outskirts of a large warehouse. When they dropped down on top of a highly-positioned hill where they could see the base, but the base couldn't see them, he studied it intensely.

"We've got one advantage. Numbers. The two of us can slip by them without detection. Once we're inside we need to rely on our sense of hearing, and smell. If you focus hard enough you can practically distinguish them from their heartbeats. Our senses are going to keep us alive in there. You need to trust your instincts. Like I said before this isn't your fight, you can walk away right now. I won't hold it against you."

Without even looking at the other man, he shoved his shoulder slightly.

"Like I said before, you won't be rid of me yet, so don't offer for me to run away again - I'm not a scared little pup that's about to tinkle his pants and run away with his tail tucked between his legs," he chuckled. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, this time with a bit less lightheartedness. "Sometimes the right path ... It isn't the easiest one. To tell you the truth ... I know what it's like to lose your pack. I know what it's like to watch the ones that you love be ripped from existence right before your eyes. When I saw the look on your face back at the bar ... It reminded me of myself from not too long ago. I wasn't about to let you do this on your own, because I know how difficult it can be," he explained. Heaving a small sigh, he shook his head and chuckled. "And besides - I can tell that you have a bit more invested in this than just the packs best interest. You care about one of them - more than you should, don't you?" he asked, quirking his head to the side. When he was met with silence, he clapped a hand onto the other man's back.

"Well, if I can give you a word of advice, mate - after all is said and done and those two girls are out of harm's way, I would recommend admitting your feelings out loud instead of hiding behind them because you're scared of a rejection. I'm sure whoever it is, they'll accept them. Or at least admit them to yourself. Sometimes that's the first step to having the courage to say them to their face," he explained. Moving a bit away from Russell, he finished with, "And as shown today, you don't always have all of the time in the world to tell them. Now, let's go. We'll rendezvous back here if anything goes wrong. I'll go for Charlie and you can go for Evangeline. Whistle if you need help and I'll come straight there - and same goes for me, alright?"

With that, he disappeared down the slope, ensuring that he wasn't seen before doing so.

Peter made quick work of the wire fencing that surrounded the warehouse, breathing in relief that it wasn't electrified. Sliding through the hole that he had created, he took off at a low run towards the large building, pressing himself against a wall a two humans passed the position he was previously in. The main priority was rescuing the girls - the killing and pain could happen after, once they had backup.

Kicking out a vent set low to the ground, he shimmied inside and closed it behind him. It was one of the smarter ways to travel, seeing as he was less likely to be seen and could find the rooms quite a bit easier than he could while walking.

It didn't take long for him to reach the room with Charlie - her sobs echoed throughout the warehouse and cause a slight boil in his bloodstream. When he finally found the vent leading into the large area, he was positioned slightly above and to the right of one of them men towering over the blood-streaked girl. She was almost unrecognizable due to her bloodied state, but the brown locks and her scent were unforgettable.

As one of the men reached for her once more, he quickly dropped through the metal cover and landed directly behind one of the men in a nearly-silent swoop.

"Now, is that any way to treat a lady?"

The man went to whip around, but his human movement was far slower than Peter's wolf-enhanced eyes. In an instant he had the man's wrist in his grasp. A mere squeeze of his hand shattered the bones, causing the man to howl in pain. Before he could lift his gun, Peter caught his other elbow and turned him around, aiming and firing the pistol at the same time that he positioned it on the other man in the room. The sound ricocheted, the bullet sliding directly through his skull, and the man collapsed to the floor in a heap. Flipping the wrist upwards with another snap, he pulled the trigger once again and sent a bullet up and through the soft part of the under jaw of the man he held, instantly releasing him so he, too, could fall.

When the door flew open to reveal two more armored men, he easily under-hand threw a knife across the room. It connected with one of the men's eye, causing him to stumble and quickly collapse, and one shot from the gun sent the other crumbling to the ground.

With a moment of relief from the men, Peter crossed quickly to Charlie's slumped figure. Pressing his hand to her cheeks, he lifted her head so that he could look into her face, crouching so he was at her height.

"Charlie ... Charlie ... Look at me," he whispered, lightly patting one of her cheeks. Wiping a bit of the mixture of blood and tears from her face, he peered into her eyes. "I'm here to help you - with Russell. But I need you to trust me and work with me on this, okay?" he said. Turning to her ropes, he went to grip one, only to pull his fingers back with a hiss of pain, steam roiling upwards from his skin. "Wolfsbane?" he hissed out. A quick shake of his head sent him back into action. Ignoring the burning it caused his fingers, he tore the ropes from her wrists and ankles and in one swift motion he swooped her into his arms. Clearly the vent from above wasn't an option - she could barely stand, let alone pull herself up and into it. A quick survey of his surroundings wasn't very enthusing for his cause, so the door was his only option.

Setting Charlie on her feet for a moment and holding her with one arm, he stripped off his shirt and wrapped it around her upper body. "I need you to trust me, Charlie - can you do that?"

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"You belong to us now, she-wolf." The casual man grinned. Charlie let out another scream as he pressed the heated metal just below the previous mark. Instead of the insignia it was merely a line more to cause pain than to brand this time. Her scream died down to sobs again causing the man to laugh. "And three for good luck, right?" Instead of letting out a banshee like shriek, Charlie let out a silent one. Her body unconsciously doing its best not to let this man have any more joy in torturing her. "Boo, no more singing from you? Well, there's always next time when your body isn't in shock." Her turned on his heels. "Miles look after my new toy. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" He sang as he exited the room to report to his leader.

Around the time her sobbing decreased to more of exhausted hiccups and heavy breathing, her vision started to darken until she passed out. For once since she had been captured she felt at peace. No pain was welcomed in the darkness. She barely existed inside of it. The peace was broken however by someone calling to her and patting her bruised cheek. Charlie tensed at the person's touch. The person wasn't pack and at this point anyone not pack was an enemy until judged otherwise.

Looking up with heavy lids, her amber eyes barely focused on the face in front of her. "Charlie ... Charlie ... Look at me," Peter whispered, lightly patting one of her cheeks. Wiping a bit of the mixture of blood and tears from her face, he peered into her eyes. "I'm here to help you - with Russell. But I need you to trust me and work with me on this, okay?" he said. She barely nodded before he went into action. She shook her head gently trying to clear her foggy mind. When he recoiled from the ropes that burned into her skin she mentally sighed at her slowness. I should have warned him, but he does not seem to mind. The next thing she knew she was in his arms as he tried to figure out what to do next. While he though, she cradled her left arm to her chest, making sure her forearm did not touch anything.

When Peter found no way to get out he gently placed her on her feet. She swayed a little from not having used them in a few hours. Only stopping when he put his arm around her. "I need you to trust me, Charlie - can you do that?" As he put his shirt around her, she stared straight into his eyes. Reading his intent she nodded.

"Give me a minute." She whispered, the only volume she could manage at this point. She closed her eyes and pushed everything away allowing the primal part of her to seep through. Unlike most of the born wolves Charlie learned early on to dampen her enhanced senses. Going to school, existing in the human world was harder when you twitched at every new noise or scented the air. Trying to pay attention to a lecture when you could hear a pencil scratching on paper halfway across the building made learning nearly impossible thus Charlie adapted. The casual man was right, Charlie hardly acted like a wolf because she rarely let that part of her dominate. However, now was not the time to let her gift go to waste. Taking a deep breath through her nose slowly and letting it out through her mouth, she opened her eyes ready to walk out of the place on her own. She hated being a damsel.

Pulling away from Peter, she walked over to one of the men closest to her size. With a bit of a wince, she knelt down and stripped him of his bullet proof vest. It was large on her, but would do for now. While she carefully put in on, her eyes scanned the room. Next she swiped the man's knife and cut his short into two strips one for her arm and the other her hand. She bound her hand but found it nearly impossible to bandage the burns. Placing the cloth between her teeth, Charlie dropped the knife (it would be of little use to her) and instead took his pistol. She was no marksman, but her friend Adler's father was a police man who demanded that all of his friends learn how to properly use a gun. If they were going to hangout in a house with weapons everyone needed to know gun safety. Do not let me down now years of fire range practice.

Turning, Charlie walked back over to Peter. With a tired but determined voice she said, "I cannot bandage my forearm, could you please do it for me?" She held out her left arm to be wrapped. "I know parts of this place from when we were brought in and when I was taken here. I can get us around, but I do not know where Eve is. I can track her once we leave this room, but I am only good for so long. I fear I will pass out within the next hour or two." Before Peter could say anything, her eyes narrowed. "I will not leave her to these monsters so do not think of arguing with me." She would not leave behind her pack mate.

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"Let me take you on an adventure. And don't worry - I'll protect you."

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I will protect the pack at all costs

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Silvestra Roberge

"What do you want?"

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Charlie Hart

"The woods are the only place I can see a clear path."

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"A beautiful life begins with a beautiful mind." {Minor WIP}

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"I have a duty"

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Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate

'Have you eaten yet?'

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Dont bother waking me, I highly doubt i'll be interested - Alpha's Son

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"There's always pain before we get better, that's how we heal."

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Russell Talbot

"There's always pain before we get better, that's how we heal."

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Charlie Hart

"The woods are the only place I can see a clear path."

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Aziel Sutton

Dont bother waking me, I highly doubt i'll be interested - Alpha's Son

Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton
Evangeline Sutton

"A beautiful life begins with a beautiful mind." {Minor WIP}

Character Portrait: Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate
Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate

'Have you eaten yet?'

Character Portrait: Silvestra Roberge
Silvestra Roberge

"What do you want?"

Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica
Phoebe Danica

"I have a duty"

Character Portrait: Jason Sutton
Jason Sutton

I will protect the pack at all costs

Character Portrait: Peter Green
Peter Green

"Let me take you on an adventure. And don't worry - I'll protect you."

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Russell Talbot

"There's always pain before we get better, that's how we heal."

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Silvestra Roberge

"What do you want?"

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Jason Sutton

I will protect the pack at all costs

Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica
Phoebe Danica

"I have a duty"

Character Portrait: Peter Green
Peter Green

"Let me take you on an adventure. And don't worry - I'll protect you."

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Aziel Sutton

Dont bother waking me, I highly doubt i'll be interested - Alpha's Son

Character Portrait: Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate
Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate

'Have you eaten yet?'

Character Portrait: Charlie Hart
Charlie Hart

"The woods are the only place I can see a clear path."

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