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Jason Sutton

I will protect the pack at all costs

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a character in “The Marked”, as played by Lolkatlove

Description

Jason Sutton



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Name: Jason Sutton

Gender: Male

Age: 49

Rank: Alpha

Mate: Rachelle Sutton




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Appearance:
An ageing man Jason Sutton has streaks of grey in his once dark brown hair. His forehead crease shows his head the stubble of his grey beard neatly trimmed. His eyes are a clear blue however the pain he has felt in his life can often show within them. For his age Jason dresses trendy and in style keeping up his appearance of a sophisticated man however his expressions show his emotions and intent towards his wolves.

Wolf Appearance:

As a wolf Jason is a common grey wolf, a black streak runs down the back of his tail merging into a dark grey along his back before the gray mingles into the white of his underbelly.



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Personality:
Jason is a pensive soul. Often he can be found within his office and his paperwork working through the finances of his pack house and keeping track of his pack wolves. He can be hard to talk too when he is concentrating on a project or if he has a lot on his mind however Jason has a free spirited side. He will often joke and play around with the wolves in his pack however he knows how to keep a distance of authority.

No matter what he puts the safety of his pack first even at his own expense. He is a man of duty and strives to lead by example. However, his duty can sometimes force him to punish rule breakers despite his personal relationship with them. He will not hesitate to punish those who step out of line and will often carry out the punishment himself if not asking his Beta to do so.

When not thinking as an Alpha Jason is a kind and warm man. He will look out for those that can't protect themselves and goes out of his way to keep them safe even if they don't ask for it. He will try to understand a personal situation even if he doesn't fully understand their point of view. He can be quite teasing to some of the wolves he is close too such as his wife, and mate, Rachelle, whom he often playfully teases.

Overall Jason has an open mind and will embrace change if he must do so. This open mindess is what gave him the acceptance to allow other wolves born outside of the pack to join his which has made his pack grow stronger. He embraces the new world now that humans are aware werewolves but keeps a sceptic eye on outside humans who travel too close to the pack house.




Likes:

    Boxing
    Running as a wolf
    Teasing Rachelle
    Listening to classical music
    Protecting his pack
    Pool

Dislikes:
    Rogue's
    Disiplining his pack
    Letting Rachelle down
    Acting before thinking
    Wolves breaking the rules



History:
Jason was the son of the previous Alpha. He grew under his father's advice who trained him to become the man he is today. Jason didn't have the ambition to become Alpha but he knew he was the best man for the job during his generation so he accepted the role willingly. As a teenager, he was a boisterous young man always causing pranks and socialising with other wolves. He was often called the life of the party celebrating and joking around all the time. However the moment he accepted his role as the new Alpha he knew he had to put duty first. He pulled away from his social life of mischief and grew into an independent man his mind becoming more focused on his pack and his duty than himself. When he met Rachelle she was the only woman capable of pulling him away from duty giving him solace to be the man he used to be when alone with her.

So begins...

Jason Sutton's Story

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Aziel Sutton - Rachelle Sutton - Jason Sutton

A single glare of sunlight pierced the empty blackness through a crack in the curtain. It's shattered the darkness with its ray of irritation, causing Aziel's eyes to scrunch at the unwelcome newcomer. With a short moan and a ruffled kick off his covers, they fell to the floor having been practically off his body which was draped over a three-quarter bed lazily and uncaring. Aziel never slept peacefully, he often shuffled and woke up in some of the strangest positions, he had been known more than once to wake up on the floor surrounded by his covers which always seem to find themselves there in the morning.

A heavy yawn escaped the clasp of his mouth as he rose from his pit and pulled a hand through his messy brown hair scratching an itch on his chest before rising to his feet and hobbling towards his on-suite bathroom. Squirting some toothpaste onto an electric toothbrush he began to clean his teeth whilst looking in a mirror with eyes that could be referred to as zombie-like with his lack of sleep. He had been up late last night, not doing anything special.

He had been working all day as usual on an old worn out motorbike he had found at the scrap yard. He enjoyed seeing it come together. Generally, he enjoyed figuring out the solutions to fixing problems but most of all loved to try out the motorbikes that came in, especially the more expensive ones.

In the evening there had been some party at the pack house, he hadn't been mildly interested in it, something to do with a pack gathering. They happened every once in a while. He soon left the building as quickly as possible and spent the night at his local bar. A favourite hobby of his.
To be honest, the only appearance he made at the party was to steal some food that was being served before disappearing without anyone noticing.

He often did this, jumping on his Yamaha bike he had left the house which he knew so well and throughout the night chose to sanction himself at a bar instead of pitying through a hell hole of a party with his pack. They would surely come up with something to make the night 'interesting' and it was something he wanted nothing to do with, as no doubt they would have asked him to solve it, it was a sure guarantee, and he hated it. As a child, it had never bothered him, until he realised how many people used him for his mind and his connection to his father, the Alpha, that's when he shut himself off from the world.

Combing through his hair and dragging on a simple black shirt whilst leaving the buttons open not being bothered to do them all, he stepped into a pair of loose jeans dropping to his hips showing the tips of his boxes. He had no-one he cared that much about to try and look presentable for, he had lived in the house for a few months now having returned from a five-year trip away. However he had grown up in this house, he knew it just as well as the people in it.

Smoothing over his morning stubble Aziel mulled out of his room at a steady pace to the drawing smell of breakfast, it tingled his nose and senses getting through his groggy awareness, he was never a morning person. As he got the down the stairs he noticed his father sitting through an archway in the living room.

"Morning" he grumbled still groggy with sleep.

"First up as usual once you smell your mother's cooking" Jason chuckled folding the newspaper he had been reading in his brown leather chair. "best save some for the others this time" he joked standing and following Aziel into the kitchen.

As they entered the kitchen Aziel's mother, Rachelle, was frying bacon. It's delicious smell slowly drifted throughout the house. Aziel smiled to his mother before it immediately dropped upon seeing another pack member sat at the black breakfast bar.

"Are your manners getting worse or is that really just your brain getting thicker Calvin? " he said for the heck of it sitting down some seats away. He had been referring to Calvin's unusually early visit.

"I take that as my cue to leave" Calvin glared back at Aziel for a moment before standing. Rachelle and Jason shared a look of apology.

"mind your own manners" Jason swatted Aziel over the back of his head. "Calvin had business with me today."

"pfft" Aziel snorted. "he couldn't get himself home more like after yesterday's gathering" Aziel rubbed the back of his head.

"Yes well. It was lovely staying with you Rachelle, Jason. Thank you for the food" Calvin picked up a plate and placed it in the sink. "I will discuss further with you on our conversation later" Calvin spoke to Jason.

"Yes, it was a pleasure as always Calvin" Jason shook the older man's hand before leading him out. He didn't falter to give Aziel a look which he knew to mean he was angry with his attitude. Aziel rolled his eyes at his father. Calvin was a slithering wimp who brown nosed in his eyes.

"Aziel, that was a bit unnecessary wasn't it?" His mother sighed at the stove before bringing over a fresh pot of coffee and a few mugs.

"never" he shrugged pouring himself a cup.

A frustrated growl hummed in the back of Aziel's mind, his wolf being impatient as always. With an unsubtle sigh, Aziel strolled over towards the fridge grabbing about five slices of ham, grated cheese and a tomato before slamming them into one large sandwich happily taking a bite to satisfy his stomach and wolf simultaneously. As he was eating it was then that he noticed his mother's look.

"What? You know I'm going to eat the bacon too" he stated matter of fact the right shoulder of his shirt slipping to reveal the top of the tattoo that lay on his upper arm.

"I suppose I do" Rachelle mused continuing to cook some eggs and beans for a full breakfast for the house.

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Charlie

"You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yea"


Paramore blasted through the cat headphones that currently rested on Charlie's head. Her hips swayed back and forth to the music as she alternated between music notes and new lyrics on her window. Blue Expo marker for music notes, black for lyrics. She had a system and to anyone else her room would appear graffiti ridden. From the walls covered in papers to the mirrors and windows written on, everything about her room screamed music. She loved it although few knew to what extent her love went.

The young wolfling paused only when no more lyrics came to her. She looked up at her clock to find that it was morning which made sense since she could smell breakfast cooking. She'd spent the night writing like she did most nights. Scratch that, most of the night. With a sigh, Charlie put the Expo markers down and switched off her music. Last night had been okay. The pack Alphas had thrown a party to which she felt uncomfortable. Like most parties, Charlie snuck down and kept to the edges. She watched as everyone, excluding Aziel who promptly left after devouring some food, have fun. No one really noticed her, not that she would complain. Small talk was never for her. She'd stare at the person, mumble something incoherent, and flee the scene. She was never going to find her mate at this rate.

With a toss of her headphones, she slipped on her shoes, strapped her viola to her back, and headed downstairs pausing when she heard two males talking. It didn't sound happy. Crouching down, she listened as Aziel verbally battled with Calvin. She knew she shouldn't eavesdrop, but she wanted food before heading out to practice. About a month back Charlie decided she wanted to take up the viola. While in the local music store she listened as one of the tracks played an enchanting tune that featured a viola solo. That deep, rich noise it made spoke to her and thus she decided to try it out. It was harder than the other instruments she had learned over the years. The piano required the use of both hands simultaneously playing different keys, while the guitar demanded one hand moving up and down while the other moved side to side and up and down. It didn't help that for some reason she bought a right handed guitar instead of a lefty thus resulting in her playing upside down. Mica, her twin, still gave her shit for it. With the viola however, using a bow proved to be especially difficult. she was used to feeling the instrument under her fingers instead of the vibrations via an intermediate source. There was no way she was going to practice (badly mind you) in a household full of wolves. She was weird enough, she didn't need another thing for people to tease her for.

Once Calvin departed, Charlie took a deep breath and almost silently entered the kitchen. Without looking at anyone and trying to stay off everyone's radar, she stepped up next to Rachelle. "Morning. Smells good." She smiled before retrieving a glass and finding the orange juice. Not wanting to be rude she quietly greeted, "Good morning Alpha Jason. Aziel." She turned her attention back to Rachelle and asked, "Do you need help with anything?" She looked down into her glass and spun in carefully as she waited for an answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Evangeline Hardel Character Portrait: Russell Talbot Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate Character Portrait: Charlie Hart Character Portrait: Jason Sutton
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Aziel Sutton - Rachelle Sutton - Jason Sutton

As Aziel took a second bite of his abnormally large sandwich he saw his sister Evangeline wonder into the fray. Her small quip at Calvin made him smile before continuing his sandwich demolishing. Luckily their mother hadn't seen, her back turned as she cooked at the stove.

Then, as Aziel expected Charlie meekly entered the Kitchen. He had smelled her scent some time ago. She had been hiding out of sight, he wondered if perhaps she forgot in a house of wolves it wasn't easy to hide your presence. Though she probably couldn't know what it was like to smell everything around you yet. The concept of not having a wolf in the back of your mind was now alien to him, it had been many years since he was without his wolf having found his at a young age.

"Morning. Smells good." Charlie smiled before retrieving a glass and finding the orange juice.
"Good morning Alpha Jason. Aziel."

Aziel nodded to her waving his sandwich as a hello before taking another bite.

"Morning, oh-so-glorious parental units," Eve then sang, a bit of sarcasm in her voice but the smile of someone only joking on her face.

"Good Morning Eve, Charlie" Jason gleamed pulling up a seat at the head of the breakfast bar, he had collected his newspaper from the living room showing Calvin out. Unfolding it he leant back in his chair as the sound of the paper crunched with every page turn. "Did the both of you have a good nights rest?" he asked casually.

Rachelle smiled towards them and began to reach for a plate to begin loading food.

"Do you need help with anything?" Charlie asked looking down into her glass.

"Oh don't you worry about me dear, my job is to keep you and these animals" she cocked her head towards Jason and Aziel with a raise of her eyebrow "from withering away. You take a seat and I'll get you served up" she motioned to the breakfast bar.

"Ahem Animals?" Aziel made a face at his mother.

Suddenly a piece of bacon lifted up out of the frying pan Rachelle had been monitoring.

"Hey!" Rachelle exclaimed when Evangeline nifty took a slice of bacon and began to stack a plate of pancakes. "If I've told you once I've told you twice each some vegetables!" she tried to put some roasted tomatoes on her plate but Eve had already escaped her grasp. "Tch" Rachelle tutted at her before chuckling at her daughter's cheekiness. "you'll be the death of me someday" she joked. She's much like your mother her wolf coarsed through her mind.

"Not if I have anything to say about it" Jason replied causing Rachelle to smile. Those children need more disicpline his wolf echoed in his head. Jason tried to ignore it but he knew his wolf was right.

"Old sop" Rachelle laughed shaking her head as she began to plate up some bacon, eggs, beans and tomatoes for everyone.

Aziel was down to the second half of his sandwich when suddenly the sound of a plate dropping on the table disrupted his attention for a moment as Eve his sister plopped down beside him. Her Ukulele made a slight sound as it was placed on the floor along with her bag.

She knocked him on the shoulder to which Aziel decided to ignore. Eve was being Eve.

Bad choice it seemed as her response was to lean completely over and shoved her way onto his lap. He quickly lifted his precious sandwich out of the way of her attack as she sprawled across his lap hands flailing.

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

Before he could respond however Russell entered the room. Not the best position to be in for a surprise morning greeting.

"Good morning. Mrs. Sutton, Mr. Sutton, Charlie, Aziel, Evangeline." Russell greeted them all with a nod.

"Ah morning Russell its good to see your up" Rachelle greeted him but frowned slightly when she saw his cigarette. She didn't approve but she had mentioned that to him before.

"It's Jason and Rachelle Russell" Jason raised an eyebrow but knew he probably wouldn't get the boy to call them that for a while yet.

Russell made his way to the nearest window and leant next it. "I'm not hungry. I've already ate, but thank you for the breakfast Mrs. Sutton." Russell explained.

"Come now Russell you couldn't have eaten already it's morning?" Rachelle placed a plate of food down for Aziel and Charlie.

"Did anything interesting happen at the gathering last night?" Russell asked after muttering something to himself.

"Nothing I know about" Aziel replied glaring at his sister on his lap. "Will you get the hell off me bird brain" he ate his remaining bit of sandwich over her so the crumbs fell on her head. "You can yearn all you like to see 'my loving face' all you'll get is this" he motioned to quickly thwart her strangeness by standing up. With a heave, he pushed back his chair and stood to give her body nothing to rest upon.

Jason looked to Rachelle as they shared a moment of understanding regarding their children before taking a deep sigh and closing his newspaper as Rachelle handed him a plate of food.

"Well," Jason looked at Russell "you missed some of the children running around growling trying to turn into wolves which was rather amusing." he chuckling thinking back to them. "Caroline and Andrew announced their engagement date, Jared got too drunk as always and fell over the garden statue" he chuckled again at the thought before his face soured slightly.

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

Rachelle paused aware of the situation looking to them all to assure their reactions. She didnt want any of them to worry but she understood Jason's reasoning that there shouldnt be secrets between pack members. It was his way as Alpha.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Evangeline Hardel Character Portrait: Russell Talbot Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton Character Portrait: Charlie Hart Character Portrait: Jason Sutton
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Run. Run! RUN!

Undergrowth clawed at her clothing, skin, and hair. Terror tore through her as she heard steps in the distance behind her, gaining. Snarling to her left and right. She was being hunted, and she was going to die tonight. Her legs burned and her lungs felt like they might explode.

Suddenly she was tackled to the ground and she let out an involuntary scream of trepidation. A hand that tasted like filth and perspiration covered her mouth and another wrapped around her waist pulling her into the shadows of a bush. Panic ate at her as she attempted to get away…then the scent..the scent she felt ingrained in her DNA. William. The intensity of the joy that rushed over her almost took her breath away.

“You need to change…You need to embrace your wolf…” His voice and breath burned against her ear. Change? She couldn’t change…not now. A brief moment of hesitation ran through her, then, like a warm wind, complete and utter trust wrapped around her.

Trust him. An inner voice whispered. Her wolf?

“You need to change, you cant out run them in human form.” He whispered, his grip on her waist gentle but insistent.

“I am here, don’t worry. I will always be here” He whispered as he ran his hands through her hair gently and he kissed the top of her head...


The scene playing out behind her eyelids skipped forward, the memories of the pain from her change had faded completely over the years.

She was in her wolf form now, fearful, and alone. Where was William? She felt different, and unsteady. She looked around, unsure. She smelled the earth under her feet, and the fresh night sky….and something else…copper? She followed her nose, unsteadily to the source of the bitter scent. A mess of blood and body parts caused her to freeze. Her eyes took in everything
without seeing any of it…aside from the lifeless body of her mate.

Horror tore through her as she realized that the man that she loved was dead and there was nothing she could do. She heard the growls behind her but they where distant and unimportant. She sniffed his body and whined not comprehending the waves of agony washing over her. She dropped down next to him her body giving out, the weight of the world crushing her.

She felt the presence of her Alpha but again it felt unimportant, as though she did not care about anything but her loss. A howl of pain ripped its way though her, up and out of her throat…and then darkness.


“Never again” a dark whisper growled through her as she jerked awake.
Her long dark hair stuck to her face in wisps due to the copious amounts of perspiration. She took a few deep breaths as she stood up, attempting to calm her heart. Pain stabbed through her at the memory of her lost mate, but she forced it down.

The sun wasn’t up yet. She looked at her clock and sighed. 4:15 A.M. Her alarm would go off at 4:30 A.M. for her daily run. She brushed her hair back, and braided it into a tight bun, then changed into her running clothes that consisted of tight black yoga kapri’s, a black sports bra, and grey running shoes. She did her stretches, her mind wandering.

She started her run just outside the house, and looped around into the forest. She took a different trail every day, in hopes it would keep her on her toes…and partially due to her caution. She dodged fallen tree’s and jumped over stumps. She caught a sturdy branch and swung over the babbling creek that ran through the property, landing with little to know sound. Sweat dripped down her back to the base of her spine, and she wiped her brow. The distance seemed like nothing as she came back around to the house.

She sighed as she went back to her room. The house was still silent. She showered and dressed in black slacks, a white blouse and scarlet heels. She braided her hair again and applied a light dusting of makeup before headed down the stairs. She could smell bacon and eggs cooking and her stomach growled.

"Good morning Sir." She said addressing Jason first and foremost as he was her Alpha, then she tilted her head to his wife and gave her a gentle yet respectful smile.

"Aziel, Evangeline" She said giving them each their own polite half bow. She caught the scent of Calvin, obviously the Alpha's children had driven him off. She smiled inwardly and shook her head at their shenanigans.

"Charlie, Russell" She said with the same amount of warmth she addressed the other pack members with, though her wolf clearly mistrusted the newcomer Russell. She listened to the banter between her Alpha's children before she poured herself a cup of coffee with two scoops of sugar.

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

"I would be happy to go down and take care of it" She said with a quiet intensity, before she took another sip of her coffee and waited.

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Happy, please! Happy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





Rachelle Sutton

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

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

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

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

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

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





Aziel Sutton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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‘Insolence. Show that whelp what happens when one disrespects us!’ Phoebe’s wolf howled in fury when Russell, did not even acknowledge her greeting. She bit down on her rage in order to stave off her aggressive response. She soothed her wolf with a deep breath and another sip of her slightly bitter coffee.

Rachelle handed a plate of food to her. Despite having lived with the pack since she was born, she was still unaccustomed to people taking care of her. She picked at the plate, not all that hungry as she watched everyone in the room carefully, reading body language and listening to tones. It was obvious how Russell felt about humans, as he childishly stormed out of the house.

Aziel seemed to have a bit of revulsion towards humans, she didn’t understand the wolves fear and irrational irritation with humans. They were…trivial beings. Evangeline was entirely too lenient with them. Phoebe agreed on the need for good will between the humans and the Wolves, if only because she believed in Jason’s and Rachelle’s dream of peace.

"Morning Phoebe, if you don't mind I think first and foremost some reconnaissance is needed. We need to figure out exactly what is happening and who is doing what before we take any action. I won't just take the elder members word on this, but I do trust your observations" he stroked his chin leaning back in his chair. Phoebe felt a moment of shame about her immediate reaction. Of course, inspection of the situation would be the best way to proceed.

‘That is why he is Alpha, and you must always protect him’ Her wolf said as if to reassure her.

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

"Phoebe, please could go you into town and investigate the situation?" Jason said

“Of course” Was her immediate response as she listened intently. Her Alpha paused for a moment before continuing.

"In fact, I think it will be of good benefit if you all went into town with Phoebe. Follow her instructions and watch how the wolves causing this disturbance cause issues for our pack. Learn from their mistakes. I am trusting in all of you to grow as people and as wolves." Jason said finally. Phoebe hesitated, but said nothing.

‘Never question the Alpha’ Her wolf said quietly, and she agreed.

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

Jason’s affection caught Phoebe off guard. She watched quietly and felt her heart squeeze a little as she had a flash of memory of her own dead mate William.

"alright, we'll go and 'observe'" Aziel said with a VERY disrespectful roll of his eyes before continuing “these two are going to be trouble though if something happens. They can't exactly protect themselves yet can they?" He said voicing her inner concern. Phoebe picked up on some imperceptible micro-expressions flitting across Charlies face. It seemed as though Charlie was slightly offended by Aziel's words. Silly to think something so small as words could upset the girl...but then she was just a pup if that.

"I imagine Father wants Russell to join us as well, so what would you suggest be our assault method?" Aziel asked Pheobe, breaking her reverie of her and her mate.

“If Russell wants what is good for the pack he will follow his Alpha.” Phoebe said simply, though she knew realistically it wasn’t that easy.

“I suppose it won’t be that simple," she sighed but then grinned in Charlie and Evangilenes direction "maybe one of these pretty ladies around here can help coheres him...” Phoebe said trying to lighten the situation.

It was obvious Russell didn’t care for her or her authority…or authority in general for that matter. That wolf was wild, and it was a risk. She was not afraid to take out anyone who threatened her pack. She put aside that dark thought and put on an attempt at a reassuring smile.

“Besides, I believe that if need be these two will do the right thing and run…Your father knows what’s best” She murmured ‘and he knows I will die for this pack if need be’ she finished her thought in her head.

"Let me change and I will be ready." Charlie said as she took off to her room.

“Meet me out front in fifteen minutes.” Phoebe said loud enough for all the wolves to hear as she scraped her plate and washed it.

Phoebe took a moment to herself, heading to her room. She re-braided her hair and changed into a pair of jean shorts, a black tee, and her running shoes. When she felt she was ready she headed down the stairs to wait out front.

"Ready, when everyone is." Charlie said, Phoebe's ears picking the words up all the way from the front porch.

"Early bird gets the worm" She called indicating the front seat of the car.

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hurt over her brother abandoning her.

Hurt over the harsh words that Russell had dealt out.

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

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

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

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

Unlike those she was expected to call 'family'.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Russell Talbot Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton Character Portrait: Charlie Hart Character Portrait: Jason Sutton
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As Jason left out of the back door after Russell Rachelle focused her attention back on Charlie.

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

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

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

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

Stepping forward Rachelle moved towards Aziel -

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something felt off. He didn't like it.






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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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"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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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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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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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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Character Portrait: Russell Talbot Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica Character Portrait: Evangeline Sutton Character Portrait: Charlie Hart Character Portrait: Jason Sutton Character Portrait: Peter Green
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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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Character Portrait: Aziel Sutton Character Portrait: Rachelle Sutton - Alpha's mate Character Portrait: Phoebe Danica Character Portrait: Silvestra Roberge Character Portrait: Jason Sutton
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"Good to see your back Silver, could have been at a better time, though." Silver's eyes snapped away from the shifting Aziel to Jared. "Yeah, what the hell is going on?" Jared gave her a shrug and went to say something but was distracted by Aziel's shift and howl-scream of pain. A few moments later Aziel stepped out of the van, fully nude. "God damn that looked intense." Jared whistled. Silver couldn't help but silently agree. As Aziel and Jared had a mini-argument over whether Aziel needed help Silver glanced between the two of them, a small smirk on her face at the sight.

"What happened?" At Jared's question Silver focused back in. ”Humans. They raided the bar, came fully prepared and somehow knew our weak spots. They stank of Rogue.” The sick feeling in Silver's stomach instantly came back with a vengeance, she having temporarily forgotten it. A moment after he finished speaking Aziel's eyes snapped to Silver's and she had to force herself to keep from flinching away. "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.” For a moment Silver felt like someone had ripped her heart from her chest as ice filled her veins. A moment later Jason called out from the porch but Silver was too busy remembering the van she had seen. "Son of a bitch that van..." Silver turned to bolt towards the jeep she had just exited but before she could take a step Jason said her name, causing her to freeze. "Silver, stick close to Phoebe and Aziel. No pack member is to be alone at any point. We are officially in a red situation."

A war raged in her mind as she tried to decide whether to follow her Alpha's orders or go after Evie, who was practically a sister to her. Biting her lip to contain a scream she turned towards the house. As she passed Aziel and Rachelle she spoke, wiping the blood off her lip where her teeth had cut into the flesh. "Come and get me when you're ready to leave." She didn't even need to look at them to know that Rachelle had shot a worried look at her back.

Once she reached the steps she leapt up them three at a time, every step felt like someone punched her in the gut. 'I wasn't there for her. I should have been there.' The thought repeated on loop in her head as she bolted up the stairs and to her room. As soon as she went through the door three heads popped up from within the blankets of her bed but sensing her bad mood all three dogs immediately ducked down again. Changing was a quick affair, shorts to black jeans and sandals to combat boots. She left on the tank top she wore since it was already tight fitting. Combat fighting with Evie had taught her exactly what to wear for a fight. With a code red and potentially being a target Silver's next steps took her to her dresser, the entire bottom drawer being weapons. One thigh holster and three knives later, one hidden in each boot, Silver grabbed a worn leather jacket and keys and headed downstairs.

Knowing that more than a few people would object to her leaving Silver waited halfway up the stairs until Phebe took off. As she bolted towards the back door she heard Aziel cry out in pain and winced but kept going. Once out the back door, she waited until the next patrol passed before going into the woods. The path was a 4-minute walk but running Silver managed to make it in 30 seconds only to open the doors to an empty shed. It only took a moment for Silver to figure out that Jason had added 'Move Silver's bikes to the garage' to code red.

Without a second thought, she headed towards the garage. Getting there a moment before Aziel she didn't hear him coming over the sound of the garage door opening.

Aziel looked at Silver with a questioning gaze. "Where do you think your going exactly? This isn't a fight for someone unprepared" he said through the open garage doors. He intended to take one his motor bikes since Phoebe had taken the van. Silver jumped a bit at Aziel's voice. Looking over at him she bit her tongue to keep the sharp comment that popped to the tip of her tongue in.

Aziel glanced towards the second bike that sat in the garage beside his own. Jason had mentioned it was Silver's, it was a new addition to the garage since returning home after his time travelling and had peeked his curiosity. "Are you sure about this?" he asked uncertainly if it was a safe idea for her to come. "You may be a target just as they were." he paused considering the situation "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you as well" he commented tightening his fist.

Silver, who had walked over to her bike and started to check everything in case whoever moved her bike had messed something up, stood and looked over at Aziel. "Let's get this straight. There's no way in hell I'm staying here and I don't need you to protect me." Despite trying her eyes shone with anger and her tone was icy.

Aziel raised an eyebrow as he noticed the tone in Silvers' voice. "Well, forgive me for looking out for a pack member" he spat back a little sarcastically grabbing his own motorbike and leading it out of the garage turning to close the doors. Jason no doubt had heard the noise they had made.

"The only reason I've stayed away from you up to this point is because of Evie. I don't trust you."

Getting onto his bike Aziel paused "Avoid me all you want if you don't like me. I don't honestly care. But don't avoid me if you don't trust me, you can only trust a person once' you've got to know them. Avoiding me for that reason doesn't exactly give you the opportunity to trust me does it?" he sighed kick starting his bike.

Starting her bike Silver shook her head and looked at him again. "Whatever. All I know is that I should have been there, but you were there." Silver looked away from him and then took off, already knowing the general direction and figuring she would be able to follow Russel and Phoebe's tracks.

"It wouldn't have made a difference if the whole pack was there." Aziel grumbled remembering the numbers of humans and the back up he had smelled stationed near by. They would have kept coming until they got what they wanted, and they did just that.

Pushing off Aziel leant forward on his bike as it simmered to life. He saw Rachelle from the corner of his eye standing on the porch watching them leave. She was crying.

"Don't worry, I'll get them back" Aziel said knowing she could hear him as he left the compound following Silver.

Silver pulled into the bar looking around at the wreckage and the few people who were still milling about outside of the police tape. Most of them acknowledged Silver, knowing her since the medium sized town only had one auto shop and Silver was the best motorcycle mechanic in a 100-mile radius.

Returning to the bar, its wreckage now blackened and police tape surrounding it Aziel stopped for a moment returning to the spot on the grass where he had first smelt Charlie's blood. The scent was faded, and barely there anymore. Tracking it was going to be difficult. Leaning down he picked up a torn bit of material, it was phoebe's and also had some of her blood on. Probably looking strange to human bystanders Aziel sniffed the material to absorb the scent. Jason had taught him as a tracker well, he had a stronger nose than most because of it.

Silver went and spoke to one of the bartenders she knew had worked at the bar, getting as much info as she could until she heard another bike pull up. Without looking she knew it was Aziel and she wrapped up her conversation to go over to him.

"It's faint, but I have a scent" Aziel stood speaking to Silver. "I can track them" he got back on his bike.

"Yeah, about that..." Silver looked around to make sure no one was paying too much attention. "When they took Evie and Charlie... Was it a white van? Armoured, heading east?" Silver got back onto her own bike as she asked, hoping the answer was no.

"A white van? now that I think about it, it was yeah. Why?" Aziel rubbed his chin as he spoke thinking back. He had been a wolf at the time so it was mostly scents that had engulfed his memory.

Silver started her engine. "I know what direction we're heading." Turning the throttle Silver peeled out of the parking lot, heading out of town on the highway heading east.

Setting off Aziel picked up speed not caring for speed limits. He would deal with any speed tickets later.




Silver came to a stop right behind the van Phoebe had taken to leave the house. The ride there had taken 15 minutes, 7 of it speeding to where Silver had last seen the van and the rest heading in the same direction until Aziel caught a scent and took the lead. Getting off her bike she shoved the keys in her back pocket and looked over at Aziel.

"Alright, stick close and follow me. Aziel spoke as he followed the tall wire fence until he found a spot which had already been cut through. "Looks like this is where the others got in" he commented as he climbed through and headed the compound up ahead.