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Girl in the Fire, Boy in the Storm (Absinth and Enigma)

Absinthresher

Absinthresher

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Canadia
A month had gone by since the Carver twins had been back in town, and it had not been a peaceful month by any definition of the word.

The first week had been peaceful enough. The twins set to fixing up their house, cleaning up 17 years of mess until the place was presentable. Then Daniel had started reining in the garden, finding it rather nice to be doing something productive for once. Soon enough the house was looking almost back to it’s glory days.

That’s about the time the scouts began to show up.

Someone buying the Carver mansion was a big deal. On one hand, the metaphysical juju in the place was astronomical, not that any regular magi could figure out what to do with it, or what was done to the home in the first place. Whatever was there was big, scary big, and if someone were to figure it out, it could be bad. So of course scouts had been sent by every major player in the city of Salida to figure out what was going on there, and almost every one of them had been soundly thrown out, except the one little werewolf who recognize the Carver families signature look.

Black hair, Yellow eyes.

With the realization that the Secret Keeper was back, the wolf immediately ran home and informed his pack leader, alerting two other packs to this sudden development within the span of a day. That’s around the time that things got hectic.

The Alphas, and their mates, showed up demanding an explanation. Then they asked for an explanation two seconds after one of their number was punched square in the face with enough force to crack a concrete pillar in half, landing him flat on his back, dazed and confused.

The explanation was simple enough given the circumstances. He ran off to join the military to find an outlet for his grief, in doing so he happened to end a war with a decisive murder and now he was home to retire.

“That’s all well and good but you need to do something about them!” One of the wives spoke up, snapping at him in a particularly wolfish manner. Once his amber eyes settled on her, that hard look in his eye leveled at her, she unconsciously took a step back from him.

After a moment he turned to his sister, motioning for her to come over as he whispered “Who the fuck are they talking about?”
“How should I know, why don’t you ask them?” She whispered back, shrugging at her brother.

“We can hear you” one of the men spoke.

“Right. Who the heck are you talking about then?” Daniel stated, raising an eyebrow at him as his attention was on that one man.

They explained that the fourth of their previous Quadrate had been building an army, which started shortly before Daniel had left. The army was being built in secret, but they had their ways of finding things out and it was worrisome. Seventeen years of building and they still hadn’t wiped out the other pack, though ‘animal’ attacks became more frequent over the years. Obviously this was a threat to the Secret.

The asked him for help, stating that even with their numbers they couldn’t do anything without a war, and that would alert the humans one way or the other.

A sigh left the black haired man, shaking his head as he said “Alright, I’ll help you out”
His sentence was cut short by Danielle, who stepped up and said, grinning brightly “Iiiiiiiffff you find my dear brother a wifey~”
“WHAT?! Why the fuck do I need a wife?!” Daniel protested, staring aghast at his sister.
“Well, mostly ‘cause you’re like, thirty five” She stated, earning some shocked looks from the werewolves who probably would’ve only guessed him at 25, maybe a year or two older.

“So what?! I don’t need a wife!” Daniel stated, only to have Danielle’s eyes lock with his as she said in a very sweet, gentle voice that did not match the stern look she was giving him “Well if that is how you’d like it, I suppose you don’t have to marry”.
The male twin blinked, then looked away guiltly, biting his lower lip before turning on his heel and hollering “FINE! Fine. Bring your unwed wolves and I’ll pick a fucking wife, if it’ll make Countess Von Fingerbang here happy”.

Danielle clapped and squealed gleefully, saying “Y’all have… I’ll give you a week”.

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A fairly good metaphor to compare this ‘event’ to would probably be a kind of ‘ball’. In fact, Danielle had gone out of her way to more or less dress up the house, even had it catered and it ended up something like a political event. A party that didn’t have much partying. Between the nervousness of the potential brides and the absence of their supposed host, the air was tense and most of them wanted it over with.

The garden, lovingly restored to life by Daniel, was where it was held. The bright flowers, the green green grass and the neatly trimmed plants did a lot to assuage some of the nervousness of those around, but that was thrown right out the window when Daniel had finally woken up and come downstairs.

On one hand, it was obvious he wasn’t taking this all that seriously considering his clothing. Lacking shoes, a pair of black jeans, and a button down shirt sans the ‘buttoned up’ part, revealing a bare expanse of well muscled, and equally well scarred chest.

This showed that he didn’t particularly care about the atmosphere, and found this whole thing to be trifling at best. Then again, a lot of female werewolves, and some male werewolves, found scars to be attractive, especially in a human mate. It showed that they could take damage and keep going, and considering some of the placements of his scars, it was a wonder how he was standing on two legs in the first place.

“Now how are we going to do this?” He said to the suddenly very quiet room. He looked over the girls, that had all quickly lined up (Except one who took her time). The man seemed to mull over his decision before saying “Oh, got it”.

The room suddenly became oppressive. Everyone in the area could feel it, as if a thunderstorm was rolling in. The air became heavy, making it hard to breath as his power washed over everyone. Most of the women, and a number of the men, all either cowered, fell to their knees or started to back away as he crossed his arms. Danielle was about to say something to him but realized what he was doing, glaring daggers at him for using such a stupid method to choose.

‘Well, let’s see who’s left standing’ He thought to himself, looking around the room before turning his attention back to the women.
 
The last seventeen years had been hell. Kiera Lockeheart had only been a teenager when the times fell hard but she remembered it well, all too well. Her life was turned upside-down; no longer could she play in the forest with her friends or go hunting at night to train her senses. Her father, the Alpha of the Lockeheart pack had seen to it that every member of his large pack was safe; much to his daughter’s dismay. Kiera had learned from a young age that any other person than her pack could be trouble, nothing was safe; nothing was certain. It was a lesson that no young girl should have to learn.

Finally, her time was coming. After the vicious attacks on her pack, Kiera was more than ready to take the lead. She’d been training for this, hungering for it. She was the only child of the Alpha, which meant it was her job to carry on leading. She’d been bred for it, raised for it. And of course, she was more than willing to take the job. Her father, on the other hand, was not so keen. He had watched Kiera grow from a joyful little girl into a strong, stubborn woman. There was a rage within her that threatened what he’d worked so hard for; peace.

It was safe to say that over the years that Kiera had learned the structure of their world; and whose job it had been to prevent such acts of violence. This person was supposed to keep their world in balance; Kiera didn’t understand why but that’s how their world was. It quickly became known to her that the very man who had held the head of the Carver family, the ones responsible for this so called peace, had disappeared off in their time of need. This wasn’t a secret, everyone knew of it and spoke of it from time to time, mainly using profanity.

That morning began as every other. Quick to wake, run, and then gather the pack to practice their skills. If any more attacks were to come, Kiera wanted to be ready. She wanted to turn the tables on these assholes that dared threaten her home or her people. For that to happen, they all had to be ready. It seemed by the time she arrived back from her run that a few pack members were missing. Kiera remained in the back yard of the pack home until they returned. Hope glistened in their eyes. Whatever they were coming back with, it seemed to be good news.

“They’re back!” One woman called to the rest of the pack who had remained seated until their kin rushed toward them. “The Carvers are back. Wait, before you judge… They’re going to help us. And about time too. The lady…. Well, she requests that her brother marry.” The pack who had remained behind gawked, Kiera simply clenched her jaw. She had a feeling she knew what was coming. “By telling us this, I assume there’s a part we have to play?” the woman nodded slowly. “He wants the unwed wolves. I guess anyone without a mate. They need to present themselves to him, at his home, in a week.” The pack fell silent.

“Is he fucking joking?” Kiera spat, “How dare he assume he has the pick of our women with no thought as to our arrangement. Father, he didn’t even consult you, surely you can’t approve?” Her father, Viktor, remained quiet for a moment. “We need their help. Granted, we have suffered by their hands indirectly but you must understand Kiera; sometimes we have to make hard choices so that we don’t suffer further.” Kiera’s lip tightened slightly. “You can’t be agreeing with this. We are strong.” She argued, her expression turning dark. He wasn’t going to budge on his choice, she knew that. Once her father had spoken, that was that.


The week had passed swiftly, much to Kiera’s dismay. The unmated wolves of her pack were a mix of emotions. Some were keen, clearly knowing far too many stories about Daniel Carver. Some were angry, just as she was. Then there were the mean women, who seemed more afraid than anything. The young heir was incredibly furious at the idea of having to turn up at this man’s house to present herself as a possible wife. Who did he think he was? It was his fault that they were struggling. Their loss was on his hands, yet her pack seemed to forget that fact. Many of the women were almost joyful at picking out various gowns, trying to pin the best way to show their bodies off. Clearly the tales of his strength were surpassing that of his neglected responsibility. Fools.

The evening came by rather swiftly. As the pack slowly made their way into their home Kiera felt a strong grasp on her shoulder. “Kiera, love,” His tone was soft, Viktor. “If he does choose you, nothing will change. You will live with him but you will still be their Alpha.” Kiera’s lip twitched slightly, rage filling her gaze. “You know, dad, I thought you were a respectable Alpha. I thought you led with power and respect. You know what I’ve learned? You don’t deserve to be an Alpha. You’re offering up women of your pack for a job that these people should have been doing in the first place.” Her gaze locked with his. “You don’t deserve the pack.” With that, she turned and strode in, not once looking back.

The garden was beautiful; as much as Kiera didn’t wish to enjoy it, she admired the place. Fresh flowers bloomed, it scented the garden with a fresh, floral scent. By the time Kiera found the rest of the women she noticed a man standing before them. Daniel Carver, no doubt. He was barely dressed, his shirt wide open to display his wounds. Kiera couldn’t help but snicker. If he thought those scars were going to get him anywhere, he had another thing coming. Sadly, some of the women were already gazing toward him with lustful eyes. Fools.

The rest of the women were dressed in dresses of some sort, some were bigger than others; clearly trying to gain his attention. Kiera on the other hand, wore a pair of dark jeans, a tank top and knee length boots. Her usual clothing. There was no need to make this a bigger deal than it already was, not in her eyes at least. The female watched him with amber tinted hues. Her natural colour was green, yet the beast within her managed to rise at the mere sight of him, turning her eyes to that of the animal within her.

It was clear she was the Alpha’s daughter. She was the only woman that stood before him with deep auburn curls. Unlike her kin, her skin was fairly light. She lived outside, yet her skin remained somewhat pale; which only starkly contrast her dark red curls. She certainly wasn’t the standard Werewolf, nor did she pretend to be. Not that she was cocky, but she knew where she stood in this world. She was confident in it.

As she heard his comment a snarl almost escaped this. He was treating this like a game? He was about to ruin someone’s life. He was going to take her away from her true mate, he was going to tear her from her pack life. How dare he find joy in that!

Suddenly, Kiera could feel the change in the air. As she glanced down toward the women she could sense they felt it too. Some fell to their knees, some gasped for air, some even retreated. A low, vicious growl began to rumble from within Kiera. Her women were stronger than this. They had to realize that. Not even a being such as Daniel Carver should shake them. Not to mention, this was an event with the whole pack; if something were to happen they would all be there to strike.

Kiera’s gaze flashed to his sister, who seemed to know all too well what he was doing. That only enraged her further. Her first thought was to shift, allow the she wolf to come and attempt to rip his throat out for such a display. Until she realized how many women were cowering. It was a test. With a muffled oath she immediately stormed through the group of women, attempting to pull up the women that knelt, much to her dismay they gave up under his power. Kiera would be damned if she even considered giving in.

Kiera couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. These women had to know they were powerful enough to reject his influence. Without hesitation she stormed toward him, her step graceful as she appeared before him, her gaze firm. “How dare you treat them with a display of such arrogance. These women are here to save their pack and you wish to treat them as if they are worthless?” In an instant she pulled her palm back, colliding it firmly into his cheek with as much force as she could muster. “You’re a piece of shit. You alone caused fifty of our pack to die. FIFTY. Do you know how much blood that is?” She hissed coldly, “You’re robbing these women of their true mates. It’s practically a sin to mate with anyone but your true mate. Surely you know that.” She glanced toward his sister, a snarl rippling from within her. “And you…”

“Kiera,” A stern voice called from behind the women. Her father slowly approached the scene ordering his daughter back. The female took one last glance toward Daniel, her lip curled slightly in disdain. She couldn’t believe he was defending this asshole. “I’m saying what everyone else seems to be afraid to say,” She snapped, “It’s his fault and we’re here offering him a bride? What the fuck have you all taken?” A low growl rumbled from her father; the very atmosphere turning dark as his power radiated. With a soft huff Kiera stood back, taking her place in the line of wavering women.
 
Enigma_x said:
The last seventeen years had been hell. Kiera Lockeheart had only been a teenager when the times fell hard but she remembered it well, all too well. Her life was turned upside-down; no longer could she play in the forest with her friends or go hunting at night to train her senses. Her father, the Alpha of the Lockeheart pack had seen to it that every member of his large pack was safe; much to his daughter’s dismay. Kiera had learned from a young age that any other person than her pack could be trouble, nothing was safe; nothing was certain. It was a lesson that no young girl should have to learn.

Finally, her time was coming. After the vicious attacks on her pack, Kiera was more than ready to take the lead. She’d been training for this, hungering for it. She was the only child of the Alpha, which meant it was her job to carry on leading. She’d been bred for it, raised for it. And of course, she was more than willing to take the job. Her father, on the other hand, was not so keen. He had watched Kiera grow from a joyful little girl into a strong, stubborn woman. There was a rage within her that threatened what he’d worked so hard for; peace.

It was safe to say that over the years that Kiera had learned the structure of their world; and whose job it had been to prevent such acts of violence. This person was supposed to keep their world in balance; Kiera didn’t understand why but that’s how their world was. It quickly became known to her that the very man who had held the head of the Carver family, the ones responsible for this so called peace, had disappeared off in their time of need. This wasn’t a secret, everyone knew of it and spoke of it from time to time, mainly using profanity.

That morning began as every other. Quick to wake, run, and then gather the pack to practice their skills. If any more attacks were to come, Kiera wanted to be ready. She wanted to turn the tables on these assholes that dared threaten her home or her people. For that to happen, they all had to be ready. It seemed by the time she arrived back from her run that a few pack members were missing. Kiera remained in the back yard of the pack home until they returned. Hope glistened in their eyes. Whatever they were coming back with, it seemed to be good news.

“They’re back!” One woman called to the rest of the pack who had remained seated until their kin rushed toward them. “The Carvers are back. Wait, before you judge… They’re going to help us. And about time too. The lady…. Well, she requests that her brother marry.” The pack who had remained behind gawked, Kiera simply clenched her jaw. She had a feeling she knew what was coming. “By telling us this, I assume there’s a part we have to play?” the woman nodded slowly. “He wants the unwed wolves. I guess anyone without a mate. They need to present themselves to him, at his home, in a week.” The pack fell silent.

“Is he fucking joking?” Kiera spat, “How dare he assume he has the pick of our women with no thought as to our arrangement. Father, he didn’t even consult you, surely you can’t approve?” Her father, Viktor, remained quiet for a moment. “We need their help. Granted, we have suffered by their hands indirectly but you must understand Kiera; sometimes we have to make hard choices so that we don’t suffer further.” Kiera’s lip tightened slightly. “You can’t be agreeing with this. We are strong.” She argued, her expression turning dark. He wasn’t going to budge on his choice, she knew that. Once her father had spoken, that was that.


The week had passed swiftly, much to Kiera’s dismay. The unmated wolves of her pack were a mix of emotions. Some were keen, clearly knowing far too many stories about Daniel Carver. Some were angry, just as she was. Then there were the mean women, who seemed more afraid than anything. The young heir was incredibly furious at the idea of having to turn up at this man’s house to present herself as a possible wife. Who did he think he was? It was his fault that they were struggling. Their loss was on his hands, yet her pack seemed to forget that fact. Many of the women were almost joyful at picking out various gowns, trying to pin the best way to show their bodies off. Clearly the tales of his strength were surpassing that of his neglected responsibility. Fools.

The evening came by rather swiftly. As the pack slowly made their way into their home Kiera felt a strong grasp on her shoulder. “Kiera, love,” His tone was soft, Viktor. “If he does choose you, nothing will change. You will live with him but you will still be their Alpha.” Kiera’s lip twitched slightly, rage filling her gaze. “You know, dad, I thought you were a respectable Alpha. I thought you led with power and respect. You know what I’ve learned? You don’t deserve to be an Alpha. You’re offering up women of your pack for a job that these people should have been doing in the first place.” Her gaze locked with his. “You don’t deserve the pack.” With that, she turned and strode in, not once looking back.

The garden was beautiful; as much as Kiera didn’t wish to enjoy it, she admired the place. Fresh flowers bloomed, it scented the garden with a fresh, floral scent. By the time Kiera found the rest of the women she noticed a man standing before them. Daniel Carver, no doubt. He was barely dressed, his shirt wide open to display his wounds. Kiera couldn’t help but snicker. If he thought those scars were going to get him anywhere, he had another thing coming. Sadly, some of the women were already gazing toward him with lustful eyes. Fools.

The rest of the women were dressed in dresses of some sort, some were bigger than others; clearly trying to gain his attention. Kiera on the other hand, wore a pair of dark jeans, a tank top and knee length boots. Her usual clothing. There was no need to make this a bigger deal than it already was, not in her eyes at least. The female watched him with amber tinted hues. Her natural colour was green, yet the beast within her managed to rise at the mere sight of him, turning her eyes to that of the animal within her.

It was clear she was the Alpha’s daughter. She was the only woman that stood before him with deep auburn curls. Unlike her kin, her skin was fairly light. She lived outside, yet her skin remained somewhat pale; which only starkly contrast her dark red curls. She certainly wasn’t the standard Werewolf, nor did she pretend to be. Not that she was cocky, but she knew where she stood in this world. She was confident in it.

As she heard his comment a snarl almost escaped this. He was treating this like a game? He was about to ruin someone’s life. He was going to take her away from her true mate, he was going to tear her from her pack life. How dare he find joy in that!

Suddenly, Kiera could feel the change in the air. As she glanced down toward the women she could sense they felt it too. Some fell to their knees, some gasped for air, some even retreated. A low, vicious growl began to rumble from within Kiera. Her women were stronger than this. They had to realize that. Not even a being such as Daniel Carver should shake them. Not to mention, this was an event with the whole pack; if something were to happen they would all be there to strike.

Kiera’s gaze flashed to his sister, who seemed to know all too well what he was doing. That only enraged her further. Her first thought was to shift, allow the she wolf to come and attempt to rip his throat out for such a display. Until she realized how many women were cowering. It was a test. With a muffled oath she immediately stormed through the group of women, attempting to pull up the women that knelt, much to her dismay they gave up under his power. Kiera would be damned if she even considered giving in.

Kiera couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. These women had to know they were powerful enough to reject his influence. Without hesitation she stormed toward him, her step graceful as she appeared before him, her gaze firm. “How dare you treat them with a display of such arrogance. These women are here to save their pack and you wish to treat them as if they are worthless?” In an instant she pulled her palm back, colliding it firmly into his cheek with as much force as she could muster. “You’re a piece of shit. You alone caused fifty of our pack to die. FIFTY. Do you know how much blood that is?” She hissed coldly, “You’re robbing these women of their true mates. It’s practically a sin to mate with anyone but your true mate. Surely you know that.” She glanced toward his sister, a snarl rippling from within her. “And you…”

“Kiera,” A stern voice called from behind the women. Her father slowly approached the scene ordering his daughter back. The female took one last glance toward Daniel, her lip curled slightly in disdain. She couldn’t believe he was defending this asshole. “I’m saying what everyone else seems to be afraid to say,” She snapped, “It’s his fault and we’re here offering him a bride? What the fuck have you all taken?” A low growl rumbled from her father; the very atmosphere turning dark as his power radiated. With a soft huff Kiera stood back, taking her place in the line of wavering women.
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Almost the minute he saw her, Kiera had Daniel's eye. While everyone was dressed nicely by 17th century standards, the woman seemed to be just as casual and uninterested in the event as he was, though he could practically sense the anger radiating out from her. Her beast wanted his throat, his meat, his blood, and not in a way he'd probably enjoy. More than once he'd fought pissed off werewolves, and more than once he'd felt this kind of rage directed towards him.

And then she was stomping towards him, pushing through all that suffocating, oppressive power to stand before him and yell at him. Well, she had a good point, though that was lost at the fact that the slap she smacked him with was hard enough to make him stumble and take a step back. HAd that been aimed at a regular human, there's a good chance that someone would've ended up dead. It still hurt, mind you, and that made him more than just a tiny bit annoyed with he woman.

"Right, well then, I suppose that makes my choice for me, doesn't it?" Daniel spoke as Kiera walked away, his head shaking as his fists clenched, causing the muscles in his upper body to tighten and flex. Instead of intensifying, his power receded from the room and he brought a hand up to his face, noting that she had probably bruised his cheek and left three cuts across it from her nails.

"Wolf, what is your name?" he asked, and the immediate reaction of his sister was a shocked look. She stepped forwards, grabbing his shoulder as she leaned in and snarled at him "What the fuck do you think you're doing? She is entirely unsuitable as a wife!"
"Unsuitable for you, you mean" Daniel growled back at her under his breath, shaking his head "My choice, sister dearest"

She looked like she wanted to argue, but in all good consciousness couldn't.

While he waited for her to reply, he used his fingers to wipe up the blood on his face, then licked it from them as the room watch. It was a ver odd, very inhuman thing to do and there was also something almost... sensual about the way he ran his tongue along the blood coated digits to clean them. At one time or another, most people suspected the Carvers of being werecreatures of some kind, and this was one of those moments that made people wonder.
 
Kiera ignored the comment she heard as she made her way back in line. As he spoke to her once more it was clear that her lip rose in disdain upon him asking such a thing. The female was positive he would have heard her father command her, no doubt he was using this as a display of dominance. It wasn’t amusing to say the least. Thankfully, his sister seemed to share the same idea Kiera had. It was only when Kiera heard Daniel disobey his sister’s warning that she felt a heaviness consume her. Daniel Carver was no simple being, that much was clear. There were many stories as to what he was, but no real evidence. Nobody had been close enough to him to find out. Kiera had no interest in discovering what stories were true, if any. She’d sooner be hunted than be his wife.

“Her name is Kiera Lockeheart, The Alpha’s daughter,” One younger wolf spoke up, Kiera audibly cursed. Her gaze smouldered with rage as she glanced toward the female who began to cower somewhat under the pressure of Kiera’s stare. She couldn’t help but watch as Daniel wiped the blood from his cheek, a little surprised that he chose to lick the blood from his fingers. There was something primal about blood. It was the very thing that kept them alive; it was life in itself. Kiera could relate to blood and violence, it was a life she’d grown to understand, to master. A life with events such as this was useless. All of the frills and decorations were hopeless.

Violence and blood were simply what they were, there were no hidden surprises or conflicts. It was simply what it appeared to be. This night on the other hand, felt like an ambush. Kiera simply placed her arms across her chest, her lean, powerful form almost dared to lash out again. It was becoming an issue to keep herself calm enough to refuse the change all too willing to take over. She’d considered what would happen if she chose such an action; they couldn’t afford any new enemies, that was for certain. Especially with the women of her pack cowering; it only revealed how frightened they really were. It was unacceptable and embarrassing.

“I’d listen to your sister.” She purred lowly, knowing he’d hear her. He may not carry the scent of her kind but he was something powerful, that much was clear. Kiera wasn’t going to go as far as to say he should claim one of their women. Yet she remained stern in to force his attention elsewhere. “Why not take a wife from the army you’re finally going to take care of. I’m sure they would be strong enough to handle you.” Kiera couldn’t help the tone of disdain slipping from her lips. It was impossible for her to fake her emotions, ever since she’d been a child it had been that way. She wore her emotions on her face, proudly. There would be no secrets with her, she held no punches. Kiera just wished he would take a wife that actually wanted him so she could be left to finish the task he had failed to.
 
"Hmn. See, when people list the things that I've been said to do, usually at the top of that list is not "Following Orders". In fact, one could say that my favorite thing to do in this entire, wretched world is to do the exact opposite, even so far as to say I rather enjoy doing whatever I want to do" He commented in response to her suggestions, once again wiping the blood from his cheek and looking at his hand as he spoke, attention on it rather than her "The last time someone tried to tell me what to do, I told them to go fuck their hat. Even offered to buy him a hat if he didn't have one. Needless to say, he wasn't amused".

When his gaze once again locked with hers, there was a kind of heat behind it, and intensity that promised so very many things, none of those things could be considered "Proper" by anyone's definition. The way he looked at her, and only her, could make someone feel like that was it for him. She was his desire, the object of such, the only thing that mattered to him and that look communicated just what he wanted. Her.

There was an almost imperceptible movement, the younger lycanthropes unable to see what went on, and some of the older ones able to at least follow him. He had her against the wall, one wrist pinned above her head as he leaned in, and even this felt more private, more between them than it really was. He was close enough that she could smell the sweet scent of cologne on him, as well as a more earthy smell. He may have showered after the majority of his gardening duties, but the scent of freshly turned soil was still with him.

"The last woman who was "Strong enough for me" was in the military. She had powers. She's dead" He spoke quietly, so quietly that only she could hear him. That serious tone turned to a teasing purr as he spoke next "But that is not why I chose you. You're unsuitable wife material, completely without use. You're more male than some of the men in here, and yes that is a compliment. I am picking you, and I will tell you this so you don't fuck this up, because I suspect that you won't be able to stand me, to the point where you will lash out and I will be forced to call this bullshit off"

"I bet you thought this farce was my idea. Let me guess, you think me an arrogant heel, a deserter and someone who abandoned the people I'm supposed to take care of on a whim, because I felt like it. Am I right?" He asked her, his grip on her wrist tightening. She'd probably note that her other hand was free, though, so was his.

"Let me make this clear for you" He growled in a low and threatening tone. That feeling of ozone came back, that oppressive, storm like presence manifesting once again, but the brunt of it was directed specifically for her. It pushed her and held her in place, and she could practically feel the tingle of lightning about to strike "I do not want you, I do not care for you. As much as I enjoy violence, I do not want a spoiled little girl who barely controls her beast. I owe you no apology, no explanation. If not for Danielle, this would not be happening. Be yourself, fuck this up for us and let me move on with my life the way I want to. You do that, and we'll both be happier for it. I plan to help you and yours one way or the other"
 
Kiera could almost feel the bile rising in her throat. He infuriated her beyond belief. Of course, she was wise enough to know it was this whole situation, as opposed to one man. Though, he wasn’t helping any. The burning need behind his eyes only sought to rise a growl from deep within her; the she wolf was furious at such a thought. She was supposed to be bound to one of her kind, she was supposed to become the wife of a powerful Alpha. That is how their race bred powerful packs, it was the way of their world. That wasn’t to say Kiera had really wanted a mate, but for her kind she’d accepted it. This? This was a joke. It would be foolish to assume whatever he was could merge with a Werewolf, it was impossible.

In an instant he was before her, one of her wrists snapped up in his strong grasp and held above her; much to her dismay. The women paused, looking on in surprise. Very rarely did anyone approach Kiera, let alone man handle her. As he spoke, her rage was paused for a moment. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to sympathise with him. “At least she escaped you.” Her tone was cold, her gaze only displayed the burning rage within her; there was no hint of desire; at least, not yet. His taunting purr only spurred her to want to throw him off of her, it was insulting to say the least.

“It crossed my mind. Then I considered why someone in your position would invite a pack of wolves to your house considering the circumstances. It was a foolish choice.” Her tone was full of malice. Even if he was as powerful as one of the old gods, she would take him on in a heart beat. Kiera didn’t feel fear, not true fear. The woman didn’t shy from death, she’d been surrounded by it. Her true fears were so much more simple, yet she’d kept them hidden. Thankfully.

Upon his grip tightening she unleashed a slow, gut wrenching growl; displaying a sharp pair of canines as she glared toward him. The moment he spoke once more the pressure in the room began to shift again; it felt as if every pore on her skin was alive, she could feel the force in the room summoned toward her. Kiera simply steadied her breath, taking slow, deep breaths in order to keep her body from reacting. “Spoiled?” She snapped, her gaze unrelenting. “I am proud of what I am. It is because of every ounce of self control that I am not going for your throat right now.” Her breath was ragged, mainly from his power. She couldn’t deny the adrenaline was already soaring through her. Oh how she wanted to rip him apart.

“I couldn’t agree more. Why would you even bother helping us now?” Confusion rippled from her gaze to seep over her features. “You can’t bring the dead back. Your help is of no use.” Her tone was slightly tender, more so than it had been before. A memory flashed in her mind. Her mother. She had been a free spirit like Kiera. One night they went for a run together, disobeying her father’s orders. It was like a scene in a movie in her mind; she saw the very moment a ferocious beast collided into her mother, slamming her down onto the ground with unmatched brawn before it tore out her throat. The blood spattered over the ground, and over Kiera. That night she’d run as fast as she could carry herself. Ever since that night she’d promised herself she’d never be afraid. Not because she could have saved her mother; it was clear nobody could have. Kiera wanted to prove that she could protect herself above all, nobody would have to see her die the way her mother had died.

“Fuck this up, you say?” A slow, soft chuckle rumbled from within her. From where she was, that sounded like a challenge. How else could she force it to end? Finally, she allowed the beast within her to take over. It was never as easy as it seemed. The fury and rage would consume every inch of flesh. Slowly, her bones began to break, an earth shattering howl began to emerge from deep within as she fell to her knees; the power that radiated around her was struggling due to the power that already filled this room. As she struggled against the confining magic fur began to sprout from her skin; her nails began to grow, blood bursting from the torn flesh to allow their exit. It was no beautiful thing. There were no flowers, no simple change that happen in a second. It was painful, and it was horrific. Every inch of skin stretched to its limits as her body moulded into a new form, her bones slowly healing as her muscles began to bond once more. Tatters of her clothing lay by her large, threatening paws.

The beast rose, her coat appeared a dark brown, that was until light hit it. The red tint emerged as light trickled upon her form. Kiera was no average sized wolf. Considering her heritage; she was built as an Alpha. She was larger, her muzzle large and more than capable of snapping bones. Not to mention the vicious fangs that were fused into her jaw. If there was ever a real version of the wolf from red riding hood, she would be it.

Her pack looked on in disbelief. This act of violence would no doubt be met with an equal act. For them, they believed she was about to ruin their chances of survival. One male had begun his shift the moment she had. He was smaller and had a slightly coal looking coat. It wasn’t long before he raced toward her, jaws open and ready to snap. Kiera simply hunched down, her large form fluid as she rolled her shoulders, preparing for a collision. Her father stood in the corner, arms folded, his gaze disapproving as it usually was. He made no move to interfere. Sooner or later, Kiera had to learn.

As the younger male raced toward her, Kiera dashed to the side, her claws sinking into the dirt before launching herself with tremendous vigour toward her target. The heir tackled her target with ease, her large jaws clamping around his throat until she pulled his body down against the cold bricks. She wanted him to know that she was the Alpha. He was to bow in submission to her. The moment he let out a yelp she released him, her gaze snapping toward Daniel. Her amber gaze locked onto him, her heckles already rising at the thought of ripping into him.

He wanted her to fuck this up? Oh she’d gladly abide.


The vixen didn’t hesitate, her claws raking against the stone as she broke into a sprint toward him. Despite the pressure forcing her back, she pushed through. Her fur displayed the power around her, it wasn’t touched by the force. Slowly, her lips pulled back to reveal a mouthful of vicious, hungry fangs as she neared him. There hadn’t been one person on this earth that brought such a vicious side of her out. Sure, she was prone to anger, but this was something deeper. It was connected to her very being, her core.

Finally, breaking through the pressure the female hurled toward him. As she moved through the distance between them she noticed something move behind him. Fuck. If anyone was going to harm him, it was going to be her. Instead of her attack focusing on him, she merely collided into his side; her thick flank brushed against him lightly as she tore off toward the figure moving behind one of the well trimmed hedges. In seconds she was able to catch up to them, tackling them with enough force to break bones as she slammed them down into the ground and pinning them under her weight. As she lowered her muzzle she noticed it was a wolf. But it wasn’t one of hers.
 
Well, that comment stung. He knew she was trying to hurt him, and that shot about his wife "Escaping him through death" was meant to be that and nothing more, but he wasn't pleased. He'd loved Kimiko dearly, and had gone insane when she had died. Very, very literally insane. The only thing that had brought him back to himself was the decidedly... grisly demise of the man who had ordered her death.

"Well, I mean, you can, but you'd better be willing to pay a very high price to bring them back" He stated cryptically, though he was almost certain she hadn't heard him as he watched her transform. His tone was neutral, betraying no emotions as he said it. Either he had tried to do this and failed, or, he was simply trying not to show this whelp that her comment had actually had an affect on him. His expression changed to a look of mild amusement as she transformed before him, rather impressed at her size and just the general look of ferocity she had in this form. Once upon a time, years ago, he might have felt fear at seeing her like this. A certain event in his past had made him less than fearful of massive creatures like these, especially of the canine persuasion. Teeth and claws could do damage, certainly, but what if you just simply couldn't hit your target?

To Daniel's credit, and incredible foolishness, he didn't so much as move as she charged past him, gaze following as far as it could as she flew past. He rolled his eyes as he hollered "Danielle, how the fuck'd you miss a wolf that wasn't one of theirs?". He didn't sound particularly upset or angry at this, just irritated by the fact that his sister hadn't been doing her supposed job. This was her ridiculous idea one way or the other.

Danielle, who had somehow made her way over to the refreshments table to pour a glass of wine, simply replied "I don't have your nose, mister I-might-as-well-be-a-dog. Besides, I was trying no to be racist and how the fuck you gonna ask someone what pack they're from without being offensive? "Oh you all look human to me". Is that what I'm supposed to say or what? I told you to get your pet project out here to help us out. She's more into this metaphysical stuff than I am".
"You're a Witch! That's your job!" The brother state, throwing up his hands in exasperation before he turned around and made his way over to the two wolves.
"Well Avali is a sorcerer, and she's way better at this shit than I am. How the fuck do you determine the spiritual connection between a person and their pack with fucking fire, or chaos, or darkness?!" She snapped in return as she went to the young man that Daniel's bride to be had just dominated, kneeling beside him to check for injuries, just in case the woman had been over zealous.


Before she had a chance to put her jaws around his neck, Daniel grabbed a handful of headfur and hauled the creature out from underneath her, using only one arm and displaying quite a bit of strength as he threw the male into the air.

"Well sorcerer or not, that just means you need to expand your horizons, sister dearest" The male continued the argument as the werewolf soared overhead, then landed with an almost sickening thud. Luckily for it, Daniel hadn't thrown him too high, and had let him land on his shoulders instead of, say, his head.

"By the way, Kiera, I'm rather impressed that you managed to get through that. I'm also confused as to how this basic bitch managed it but I have a feeling that he might be holding some kind of charm that could negate auras, or he's tougher than he led us to believe" The yellowed eyed man spoke to her, then turned on his heel to stomp over to the dazed wolf.

"Do you know how long it takes a person to prune a bush properly? Especially a rose bush? I mean, I don't mind taking the time but I do mind when some shithead tries to attack me and wrecks my hard work in the process! If you're going to assassinate me, at least leave my damn garden out of it!" He snapped as he calmly approached, hands in his pockets. He shook his head and growled "Now, you're going to shift back to your human form and you're going to explain why you ruined my god damned garden or I am going to go get a silver blade and practice my wittling on your fucking leg bones".

Danielle suddenly appeared at his side, handing him a silver butter knife while she sipped from her glass. He took the knife from her, ignoring her as she once again went to help the wolf that Kiera had dominated, and proceeded to crouch down beside the stranger who had attacked him.

"So, here are your choices dearie" He spoke, doing a rather fair impression of Rumpelstiltskin "You tell me whose pack you are from, whom you were hired by or ordered to do this by, and the you tell me where I can find them. In exchange for aaaallll of that information, you get to keep your leg bones and you get to leave entirely unharmed. If you decided to refuse, then I will cut open your legs and carve your bones for you, while they're still attached to your body. Do you know how much it hurts to have a piece of metal driven into a bone? How about how much it hurts to have that piece of metal twisted over and over again inside of your leg?"
 
The auburn tinted wolf glanced toward the bickering siblings for a moment before glancing up as she felt someone approach her. Before the female could even attempt to cling to the other wolf it was pulled from her grasp. If anyone was going to check the wolf out, it was her. The foolish beast no doubt was here for a specific reason. The bitch snorted as she made her way forward, ignoring Daniel’s praise. She didn’t need it, nor did she want it. Kiera watched the way the situation began to unfold; almost snorting at the thought of Daniel getting so worked up over his garden. The large she wolf neared his side as she noticed his sister hand him a butter knife. Her brows knitted. It would take more than that.

With a rather unimpressed huff Kiera padded toward the intruder, making sure to slam her flank against Daniel; if she could smirk, she would be. There were certain things wolves could do that a butter knife would struggle to. The female slowly placed her front paws across the creature’s exposed stomach. Her claws began to edge out, the sharp talon like claws began to dig through the fur down against the skin. A loud, booming growl slammed out from her; several werewolves in the area cowered naturally. It was instinct. The creature beneath her whimpered, shaking its maw in distress. Fuck keeping his leg, if he didn’t give up something she’d rid him of his bowels.

Kiera’s claws already raked down along his stomach, the skin parting with her gradual movements, blood began to spill and stain along his thick coat. The female slowly allowed her shift to come, yet she managed to keep her nails in the form of talons; which was all too useful. It took a great deal of time and effort to learn how to isolate parts of the body during a shift, thankfully, all Kiera had was time. The dark haired woman remained on one knee, the other pressed on his chest as one hand snapped up around his tick neck. “SHIFT, NOW.” She hissed, there was a violent turn to her voice. It was a threat; plain and clear. If he didn’t shift she’d disembowel him with ease.

A rush of cracks and groans rippled the air, his form shifting violently against the cold ground. It was clear he was trying to shift quickly. Kiera’s hand remained firmly grasped around his throat, the grip only tightened as he returned to his human self. With a honed glare she focused on several ribs. With one firm lean of her knee she heard several cracks ripple throughout the air. “If you don’t want the bone to puncture your lungs you should get to telling us what the fuck you’re doing here.” She snapped coldly, tempting to lean down harder. The man wailed in pain, fighting her grasp. He didn’t look a day over twenty, he’d most likely been sent as an expendable spy.

“Jamie Eros sent me,” He breathed lightly, “He wanted to see if your father was going to honour their agreement.” Kiera paused, “The Eros Pack died out.” The male shook his head. “We ran. He wanted to wait until Victor passed you over before he came back.” Kiera’s gaze went cold, her glance turning upward to see her Father standing before her. “What is he talking about?” Her claws immediately dropped down toward his abdomen, raised and willing to slash. “It’s true. I thought that if we couldn’t get any help, we would merge with Eros. I promised you to him a few years ago.” Kiera’s jaw almost dropped. Not because of the way her father worked, but because he’d promise her to an Alpha that ran.

“Go back and tell him if he wants me he can attempt to claim me. Who the fuck sends a spy for that shit.” She snapped before raising, allowing the younger man to scramble away. Kiera wasn’t concerned by her naked form on display, it was the way of a werewolf. It wasn’t shameful, not for them. “I’ll do it.” She glanced to Daniel, her gaze connecting with his only for a moment before turning back to her father. “Does that make you happy, father? Maybe now you’ll get the fuck out my life. Take your pack, I have no use in being Alpha. Clearly I’m better off on my own.” The women gazed Kiera, some seemingly jealous, some confused.

Victor didn’t speak. He simply turned and walked out.

Kiera folded her arms across her chest, covering her ample mounds of flesh before glancing toward Daniel and his sister. The female took a step toward her… Well, she guessed he was her fiancé. “Don’t worry, we won’t even get to the I do’s,” She murmured between them, “I figure Jamie isn’t going to take the news well, you can prepare for another spy, or several. If I know him as well as I think I do, he’ll want to make his claim in the most cowardly way possible.” She breathed between them. Her curved, bare figure seemed to get quite a bit of attention from the people glancing toward them. Kiera knew she was attractive, of course she did. It was rare her hourglass shape didn’t get attention.

“Go on then, follow your Alpha.” The female barked to her pack. They stilled, some seemingly pledging their alliance to her. With a smug smirk twitching at the end of her lips she glanced up toward Daniel. “Well, at least when this is over we can get down to ridding this land of that god forsaken pack.” It didn’t bother her in the slightest that she’d agreed, Kiera knew they wouldn’t even get to a ceremony. Not with looming danger, and she knew his sister would be all too keen to get rid of her. All they needed was a blood bath and her to swiftly escape.
 
The slam into him didn't perturb him much, as he'd been hit by things that were both bigger and stronger than she was in the past. Hell, his former squad captain could upend a tank on his own, and Daniel had taken a punch directly to the face from that fuck. To be fair, he'd been out of his mind with grief and rage, and those things seemed to make him far more durable than usually. EIther way, it was more amusing than anything and it did make him chuckle.

The male watched the exchange between the two, shaking his head as he watched her take to the lycanthrope. THe whole idea behind the butterknife is that it would have been considerably more painful, and far more ragged a cut. He had to admit that growl... the affect it had on him was rather exhilarating. It was one of those nonsensical abilities, the ones that made one's sense of fear just sky rocket for no reason. It wasn't necessarily simple to overcome, but for someone like Daniel, it was easy to pick out real terror from artificial. He'd been in real danger before. This wasn't it.

"Ohhohoho! The Plot thi- FUCK Daniel!" The female twin swore mid sentence as the glass in her hand exploded, the knife that he'd had was now stuck in the wall across the room. Danielle stalked off to get a towel, muttering curses under her breath, leaving them to their interrogation. Try to get some straight answers from a guy and some dumbass witchy lesbian has to make stupid comments.

After listening to the two speak, and then the little spat between her and her father, Daniel turned to face her and listened to her talk. He shook his head and said "If I were a different man, I'd kick your ass out and do what I planned to do in the first place..." He let the silence hang for a few moments, the seriousness in his tone, the sternness in his voice was probably fairly intimidating to anyone aside from the young woman currently standing, naked, before him. He rather enjoyed the view though. She was gorgeous, definitely his type in the looks department and, well, to be honest, his type in the personality department too. Most of the women in his life were "feisty' for lack of a more polite term.

After a few moments he let his breath go in a long, drawn out sigh, shrugging off his shirt to leave his torso bare. Now she could see that the scars extended all the way around his chest, across his strong and broad shoulders and along his biceps. Some of them were downright questionable, like the small moon over his heart or the line around his right arm that looked like his arm should've been severed. Still, it was pretty hard not to look. He was fairly well tanned, after all, and even with all the scars it was hard not to notice the muscles. Certainly not Herculean by anyone's standards but thoughts about how he'd feel under her fingertips were probably going to be a problem for her.

"Here" He said, sliding the shirt around her shoulders, chuckling reluctantly as he continued "I have to admit, you are far more interesting than I could have imagined. Don't worry about spies or the like. I'll have Carmina reinforce the house with wards and spells designed to detect intruders. It'd take more than some sneaky little thief to end my life, especially when I get to kill a whole bunch of people. Fighting a whole pack of werewolves. That'll be fun. It's been a long time since I had an excuse to do some damage to someone who deserves it. I usually just end up whacking some snivelling politician who got on the wrong side of the Salida Mafia. Man those guys are cry babies".

After a few moments of silence, he finally said "So, first thing is find you a room, which isn't hard. Lots of guest rooms. Second thing is to call Carmina to come reinforce the wards and make some new ones to detect entities on the ground. Third is to get you some clothing because, not gonna lie, seeing you in my shirt like that is definitely doing it for me. Does NOT help that you have a fantastic rack and that ass? God damn. You might literally be worse than most literal Hell Bitches I've known but you certainly make up for it in the looks department"

"So, follow me" He said, motioning her to follow as he started towards the second floor, almost as if he hadn't just complimented in her in a gratuitously sexual manner. From here she could see that even his back was scarred all over. Most combat veterans didn't look like this, what the fuck had Daniel been doing in his life time to make himself look like a human tapestry of things you shouldn't do? Speaking of things she could see, he had a fairly nice ass even in those jeans.

"So, tell me about this Jamie Eros. Should I look out for him or would it just be worth my time to send one of my associates after him instead of doing it myself" He asked her as they climbed the stairs "I try to avoid fights that aren't fun"
 
“Well, you are who you are.” Kiera muttered under her breath while maintaining her gaze on the guests; she didn’t fancy anymore surprises. His tone didn’t intimidate her; neither did his form. To Kiera, he was simply another man with an over inflated ego and all too vibrant self-worth. The auburn haired woman was somewhat surprised when she felt material grace her shoulders. It was only when she glanced down that she noticed it was his shirt. It was unamusing to say the least. She didn’t need to be covered; well, maybe it was for his sake. With a mere roll of her eyes she tugged the shirt closed, noticing how it hung down to brush against her rear and groin; leaving the majority of her covered. Well, he was rather large in comparison.

The she wolf gazed over his form for a moment, taking note of the range of his scars. They were much larger than she’d assumed; they appeared as if they would have been fatal. Which lead to the question, how the hell did he live through such a beating? Her thoughts were soon put at ease when he began to speak. “Clearly you haven’t heard much about me. There’s never a quiet moment.” She insisted before snorting softly. “I’m not concerned about the spies, more about the packs that will be waiting in the wings for a signal.” Her emerald gaze honed in on his scarred chest once more as he spoke. Daniel seemed all too sure of his abilities, Kiera had a thought to take him down right then and there; just to show him how powerful a werewolf could be. One. Not a pack.

The she wolf remained silent as she heard a flood of compliments coming her way. Kiera could handle slurs, violent outbreaks, pretty much any seemingly difficult scenario but compliments? Well, that was harder. Sure, she knew she must have looked appealing since she was being coated in his scent but to hear it so blatantly and unexpectedly, it set her a little uneasy. It was simple when they were at each other’s throats, and no doubt would soon be again. “And to think you don’t even know me yet.” She cocked her brow. If he thought she was bad now, he should wait until he pissed her off personally.

As he mentioned to follow the female visibly twitched before following his lead. As she fell behind her elegant gate slowed somewhat, her gaze slid along his back, taking in the traces of damage dealt to him in the past. There was a strange feel of respect that she felt rising for him. Violence and harm, now that is what she could respect. Someone holding their own. Kiera had several of her own scars, fortunately, her skin was so fair that someone would need to pay great attention to notice them. She couldn’t deny his figure was appealing, the scars only aiding his appeal. Kiera hungered for strength. Clearly he had lots of it. Not to mention, his ass did look rather good.

“Jamie.” She sighed as they climbed the stairs, her slender form slipping in front of him for a moment. “Don’t take it lightly. Every matter of this war demands your attention. Fights aren’t about fun, they’re about a display of power. The more you show your strong side the more they will contemplate attacking you. Surely you understand a display of power.” She murmured, referring to his actions earlier in the evening.

“Jamie Eros was a strong Alpha. His pack was growing well, we used to have a treaty, his pack and ours.” A light shrug of her shoulders appeared to shift his shirt to reveal a piece of skin before she snapped it shut. “He disappeared off the radar after all of this mess began. If he ran, he ran for a reason. Most likely to watch how we faired against the savages that call themselves Werewolves. He’s calculated, intelligent. Most likely has a few plans on how to deal with us. Hence why he sent a runt. There was no real purpose there, no doubt to alert us to his presence.” She paused slightly. Now there was a thought. Was it a summon?

“If my father was truthful about promising me to him, it’s no doubt that he’s forming his own retaliation. Hence my role.” She glanced toward Daniel. “My kind have a way of doubting women can handle themselves. That somehow we’re not as vicious or as powerful as men. In fact, we’re far more. We have to fight for respect, they seem to get it automatically.” A sight glint in her eye only enhanced her words. The fight she’d had was a relentless one. As she was the Alpha’s daughter there was far more expected of her. So far, she’d been doing well. After tonight, she wasn’t so sure.

As she began to pad through the hall she noticed a rather welcoming room, the double doors that led into it were left ajar. The room looked warm with hints of neutral colours; then a dash of red. Kiera slowly made her way inside, padding silently over the wooden floors that soon turned into carpet as she entered the room. An antique fire place sat against the wall opposite a grand four poster bed. It looked like a room she’d kill for. Kiera wasn’t used to much, this was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. “I want this one.” She turned to him, her gaze firm as she brushed it over his body once again. He wasn’t bad to look at, not at all.
 
"I haven't heard anything about you, actually. I chose you out of the myriad of women presented one hundred percent based on the fact that not only did my storm aura NOT cow you, but it actually seemed to make you angrier. I figure you were already angry with me to begin with, probably about my shirking my job for 17 long years, and that kind of rage can fester and boil and make a person, of any species, capable of some pretty fantastic things" The male explained to her as they walked through the house, which was rather nicely furnished all over. All dark, warm colors and paintings of landscapes.

Some of the paintings were, oddly, of Daniel but not quite the same. Different periods of dress, more or less scars, different shades of yellow. It seems the Carver clan had a strange progression of sons looking like their father's.

"Hmn. Well, let's look at it this way. It's been about 3 years since I had to seriously fight for my life. My opponent whom I was fighting for said life was a demon, and a rather high end one at that" Daniel confided in her, keeping a few steps ahead of her so she could keep looking at him all she wanted as they trotted along. He fell silent as she spoke about Jamie, drinking in the knowledge she had to impart. His gaze fell back to her, having to fight to keep his eyes looking at her face instead of straying lower. He had to admit, he rather liked the whole "Girlfriend in my clothes" look he'd accidentally set upon her. He could only wonder what she'd look like in a thigh-length sweater and kneesocks.

"So we're dealing with a strong Alpha who fancies hisself a tactician too. I have to say that, while the whole "Let the two fight each other and see who wins" thing isn't much of a tactic, it is a smart one. I suspect your distaste for him, through what little I know of you, is that he's a pansy ass bitch who fucked off instead of staying to fight. Does that go against lycanthrope code, or is it just an animal thing? A major loss of respect towards someone who ran instead of standing and fighting with yyou?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'I'm right aren't I?'.

His response to her last little bit was forestalled at her sudden interest in the large room, chuckling lightly as he said "I can remember saying that to my mom when I was ten y'know. Same room and everything, though I moved out of it once I turned 19". He stepped inside after her, closing the door behind him and leaning on it, hands behind him.

"Well, let me say as much then, before we get on with our night" He ventured, looking around the room slowly as if to stall "Hmn... You are mine. Not in some ridiculous Sharia Law "You belong to me because you are my property" bullshit either. I'm about as American as it gets. What I mean is that until we dissolve this marriage, or one of us dies, you are mine". His gaze locked with hers, those flat out gold eyes filled with an intense heat as he continued speaking, his voice and the way he looked at her made it feel like they were the only two people in the world "Jamie Eros can try to claim you all he likes, but there is a good chance that I will kill him myself and decapitate his little pack simply because I do not like it when other people lay claim to what is mine".

He took a few steps towards her, his body seemed to move far more gracefully than he had been earlier, almost as if he were flowing into each step. His fingers cupped her chin as he leaned in close and purred in a hot, heat laden tone "I expect nothing of you, you can do what ever you want. However, if you decide to take someone to your bed while we are together, I will kill them without hesitation. I won't even bother torturing them, I will simply make sure their blood coats your body, so you know that you caused their death".

He stepped back, grinning brightly before turning to the door and opening it, pausing for a moment before stating "Oh, and don't try to go into the basement. The door is locked with wards in the first place but I figured I'd warn you not to either way. I have some things to do, go find Danielle when you're ready to get some clothing". With that he exited the room, leaving her to claim her space.
 
“What did you do to piss the demon off enough to want to kill you for?” Kiera couldn’t help but allow a slow smirk to rise over her lips. She figured Daniel had just been himself. She’d be surprised if any strong being allowed him to walk around with the kind of mouth he had. Although, it wasn’t like she couldn’t say the same thing about herself. The woman took in the beautiful and aged décor, it must have cost a sheer fortune to decorate such a home as they had. As much as it pained her to think in such a way, Kiera was imaging what a pleasure it would be to live in a place that was so spacious.

“It goes against my code.” She confirmed firmly, her gaze resting on his. “Kids, they should run from battle. Adults? They need to stand and fight. It is why the remaining packs are still alive, for the most part.” She offered a heavy sigh before placing her hands on her hips, not noticing the way the material of the shirt slid up as she crumpled the material under her fingers. “Nobody I can think of would follow an Alpha that’s a coward. So in a way, you’re correct. I have a good deal of disdain for him, just as I do for you.” Her gaze didn’t move, nor did her expression change.

It was somewhat of a concern that they had such similar tastes. Kiera didn’t want any similarities with him. She agreed for two reasons, one was to protect her pack and the other was to lure any attack that may have been a claiming mission into a well defended fortress. In a game of war, tactics were almost everything. If you position yourself well then you will reap the benefit. That is exactly what Kiera was setting out to do.

“When I was ten I slept in a shack.” She muttered softly, noticing the way in which Daniel shut the door after himself, he seemed to be keen on locking the pair of them together. His words immediately instilled rage within her. They weren’t even married yet and he was speaking of her being his? How dare he. Even if they were to be wed, if her plans failed, then he would only dream of being able to call her his. It was a tactic, nothing else.

“I thought you didn’t want a wife?” She challenged briefly as her gaze swept over him. “If you even get to speak those vows, and I’m not saying you will, then you will learn I am the only one that has power over me. I do not become yours, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.” Her gaze was ablaze with fury. She couldn’t help but find the ferocity of her emotions slowly burning into something… Else. The mere thought of someone so willing to kill and maim any who may even touch her, well, that was flattering. If there was anything Kiera could understand, it was violence.

As the male advanced toward her Kiera contemplated going for his groin. A firm hard knee should have put him in his place. Yet she remained still, admiring his gate. A slow, soft snarl rippled from deep within her as she felt the warmth of his skin on hers. The way his hues smouldered was reflected in her own; no doubt they’d kill each other before the night was through. “How do you know I won’t lure a stronger man than you into my bed?” Her purr was purely to taunt him. The way her gaze caught his. The way her body began to simmer with heat. It was all because of him. If she could end him, she would have.

Kiera watched as he backed off, making his way toward the door. “As if I’m going to go snooping around here. I have to plan for a very powerful lover,” Her lips curved up in a grin as he left. His comment about finding Danielle for help with gathering some clothes was beyond her. The woman despised the she wolf, it seemed. The auburn haired woman doubted she’d get much help from her. Kiera had considered why she should put clothes on at all, she was content being naked. Well, maybe the thought of Daniel gazing over her every now and then was unsettling; it wasn’t enough to make her uncomfortable with her own state.

After an hour of snooping and sniffing around the she wolf eventually made her way out of the room, on the trail for the female twin. “Danielle?” She called out, pausing as she walked past one of the guest rooms. It smelt… of wolf. How odd. The female ventured inside, inhaling the air deeply. Again, a slight musky smell but nothing else. Kiera assumed the packs were the only wolves they’d had here, unless someone was keeping one as a guard dog; which she doubted. It could be that one came up here; but the smell had a certain lingered scent to it. The scent was stronger, muskier than usual; hinting that it had been at least a couple of hours.

Nevertheless, she continued on her journey through the lavish home to find the woman she’d rather not spend any more time with than she had to. Eventually, she found Danielle. “Apparently I’m in need of clothing.” She cast her gaze to meet the young woman’s. “Look, I get it. I’m not wife material. I don’t wish to be either. Personally, I think your brother is a bit of sadist. That or he wants to piss us both off.” She gave a slight shrug. “As soon as this is resolved you won’t see me again. Then you can get on with finding a suitable partner for your brother.”
 
Daniel laughed as he gave one more look before leaving, that grin even brighter on his face but there was something in his eyes. Something very... dark. "Honey, there is no one you could take to your bed that is stronger than me" He responded before flitting off.

While she snooped, Daniel called and spoke to a resident Sorcerer who was, well, technically his Sorcerer on retainer. He essentially paid for the young woman's... everything, really, so she could focus on the study and application of the mysterious force of Magic. Daniel was one hundred percent incapable of using the aether of the world in order to spellcast, but it was still a fascinating subject and he rather enjoyed pouring over her notes on it. It also helped Danielle, who was a Witch, self named, but all spellcasters were essentially the same if they knew what the were doing. Witch, Wizard, Sorcerer, Mage, Magi, whatever. All the same thing.

Finding anyone in the house without a strong sense of smell or knowing the lay out of the building off by heart would have been probably impossible. The manor was pretty big, enough to fit half her pack and a little bit more. Hell, it took her a good twenty minutes just to follow Danielle's scent to go and find her, and that meant that she more or less had a trail directly to the woman.

The young woman was found in a very large room that could only be described as a 'den'. THe walls were lined with shelves that were filled with books, almost every book looking either old or just plain impressive. Only one space of wall wasn't dedicated to literature, and that was a grand fireplace that was currently just vaguely smoldering in the warm light. In the middle of the room was a table for books, surrounded by a leather couch, and several leather armchairs.

Danielle was stretched out on the couch, one knee drawn up, one hand holding a book in front of her head, the other settled behind her head. Every so often, the page would turn on it's own. When she noticed the lycanthrope, she set the book down on her stomach as she watched her. It was just so eerie how similar her eyes were to Daniel's. Bright, almost luminescent in color, that same mischievous twinkle in her eye that Daniel had. After letting her talk, she got the feeling that she ought to be at least sitting up for this, it was only respectful.

"Hmn. Well, see, I was the one who absolutely insisted on him marrying, as I think it's time for him to settle down or at least have someone around that isn't mean. It's been I don't know how many years since Kimiko died and I don't think he ever really got over it. He needs to move on" She explained, crossing one leg over the other, resting her hands on her knee "And if I am being perfectly honest with you, you're at least 50% of what Daniel is... what Daniel needs in a woman. I think maybe more than that but he probably won't admit he likes stubborn, headstrong women. He doesn't want to lose anyone again. We already lost our mom and dad, and then he lost his wife and he's been trying so fucking hard to keep Jack alive..." She trailed off, staring at her hands for a moment.

Her eyes closed and she let out a heavy sigh "I think you're good for him. He already does so much stupid shit and I can't control him. Either way, I don't blame you for not being happy with this situation. I had kind of assumed that any woman in your pack would've happily taken him based on his strength alone, not to mention that his ass isn't exactly unpleasant to look at, is it? Y've no idea how many of my friends got the shit slapped out of them because they were more interested in trying to make out with Dan instead of, well, being my friend".

She slowly got up, smoothing her skirt in one motion "Take all this with a grain of salt. Daniel is chaotic and tends to just do things on a whim. As for your initial worry, I can certainly conjure you some clothing if you like. The science of Magic is rather interesting but the short version is that anything I make you right now will last for... well quite a while actually. So, what kind of clothing do you usually wear? Or would you like just ten variations of what you were wearing earlier?"

She paused, then grinned, and that look was just so eerily like Daniel's that there was just no word for how strange it was "I happen to know that Daniel has a bit of a... shall we say... fetish for kneesocks and thigh length sweaters. I remember he dated this one girl in highschool who was this artsy chick that wore basically a variation on the same thing every day, and Daniel was practically her puppy dog. Did what he was told, followed her everywhere. It was kind of adorable actually".
 
Kiera was more than ready to test Daniel’s comment. It kept circling her mind as she had marched through the mansion in search for his sister. Oh the she wolf was all too keen to see how powerful he really was. Thankfully, her mind couldn’t focus on the topic for long as she found Danielle. Kiera admired how twin like the pair were, the glistening of their eyes; the hint of mischievous intent, even the way their expression seemed blank was almost the same down to the very crease of their lips. Kiera wondered what it would have been like to share such a likeness with another.

The she wolf was taken aback by the lavishly decorate library, the burning fire in on one side of the room almost called to her. The soft sound of crackling as well as the pure scent of burning wood. It was enough to make Kiera convinced that she could see herself seated here in the evenings reading away as she warmed herself at the fire. If she’d lived here it’d be no doubt she’d never leave the home.

Kiera couldn’t help but allow a light toned laugh to escape her lips as she listened to the female. “Well then, they weren’t made to be friends.” The female could relate. Her title often brought unwanted false friendships. Kiera made sure she caught the woman’s gaze as she continued. “Most of them were interested. A lot of us… We believe in mating with our own kind. Weres have a certain connection with their mate, it’s not so much a love at first sight feeling as it is more of a loyal feel. It’s there so we begin packs, we expand, we survive.” Her gaze was cold for a moment. “Of course, some of our kind see fit to arrange marriages. It’s part of the old way. Connect packs, therefore make them stronger with a single marriage.” Kiera shrugged lightly, clearly still riled up about the information her father had allowed to slip.

“Anyway,” The female breathed lightly, “I don’t think you know me well enough to match Daniel and I. Neither does he. I appreciate that he’s been through a lot, but he is not the only one who has lost something close to him. He’s attractive, but I’m not the mating kind. As soon as this issue is resolved, I’ll be gone.” There was no doubt in her words; that is what she planned to do, the sooner life could switch back to normal the better. Kiera was all too aware that she’d lose some of her backing after the display earlier; but at least she’d be her own woman. Not chained down or promised to anyone. Her life would be her own.

“Jack?” Kiera had only realised she’d missed a piece of information there. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know the ins and outs, she didn’t want to feel obligated in any way. Although, she doubted she’d feel enough sympathy for the cocky bastard that would cause her to stay. The auburn haired woman simply remained standing, waiting as Danielle rose and gently neatened her skirt in one fluid motion. Her offers of clothing caused Kiera to think. Magic; she could ask for anything she wanted. Kiera wasn’t the materialistic kind, even if she desired something expensive she wouldn’t even know what brands to ask for.

The moment Danielle’s features resembled a grin Kiera cocked her brow lightly, her gaze never leaving the other female’s. “Puppy dog you say?” Oh her mind was already reeling with what she could manipulate from him with a secret such as that. Although, she was sure if he followed her around like that, she’d be less forgiving. Sure, the she wolf could try and have fun here but that wasn’t the task at hand. Work, that was the task at hand. “Ten of what I wore before, whatever variations you want to make.” Her hand slowly placed on her hip as she watched the woman, waiting for the clothing to appear. Kiera couldn’t help but wonder who she could bring back to cause problems for Daniel. As much as she did focus on the work they had to do, she couldn’t help but wanting to push him closer to the edge.

“Just so you know,” Kiera glanced toward Danielle. “Don’t hold hope for this. I know you think I’m suited for him. I’m as mean as they get.” Kiera didn’t offer a smile or hint of recognition before leaving the room. She had a feeling Danielle would find her or somehow have her clothes delivered to her room. The last thing Kiera wanted was Danielle to think that this, between her and Daniel, would work out. It was forced and nothing more than a deal to piss a few people off and ensure protection.

A little while later Kiera managed to step out into the garden, still clothed in the shirt Daniel had given her. A muffled sigh escaped her lips as she glanced up into the night. The home was silent, the gathering having ended some time ago. “Mom, you’d be laughing at me right now.” She huffed lightly. Her mother was so free, there was nothing that could’ve held her down. Mentally or physically. The woman would never have allowed her child to be devoted to any man. The young she wolf felt as if she were letting her kin down by appearing as weak as she had; in her mind at least. She shouldn’t even have turned up, but life wasn’t that easy.

“Kiera.” A familiar tone echoed throughout the garden, causing the female to turn. Jamie. What a surprise. Her expression didn’t change as she shrugged lightly, “I got your hint earlier, so, what are you here for?” No doubt he’d been concealed by magic. He was too strategic to be exposed so blatantly. “To take you back, of course. We have to unite our packs.” Kiera snorted softly, glancing toward him as she folded her arms over her chest. “The problem is being resolved.” The moment she spoke she felt a woosh of air flow passed her as he appeared behind her. Jamie was roughly ten years older than her, so roughly thirty-eight, not that he looked it. Luxury of being a Werewolf.

“What are you really doing here?” Kiera murmured as she noticed a pair of footfalls coming toward them. Jamie simply slid his arms around her stomach, ripping the clothing from her shoulders with a firm tug. “You smell of him.” Kiera rolled her eyes, “It was his shirt.” The man continued on. “I don’t like being second best. Your fiancé… As I understand, seems to have gained a lot of attention. It seems so many packs are willing to join for his help. I’m going to scoop each and every single one of them up.” Kiera always knew he was slightly narcissistic, but to try and team up against the force helping them against the rogue pack, it was a stupid move. It wasn’t what Jamie would choose to do, it couldn’t be the same man; could it?

“You’re not him.” Kiera murmured softly, her gaze drifting toward her shoulder. That’s how he managed to break though. As did the younger wolf. They weren’t wolves at all. It was an illusion, it had to be. “How could you even be sure that’s the case?” Kiera stiffened slightly, “For one, you’re not outraged that I suggested it. Two, you don’t smell as musky as he did.” The creature behind her stilled for a moment, focusing his gaze on something in front of the pair. As Kiera glanced in front, she felt his grasp curl around her chest and hip.

She glanced toward the creature than began to ripple behind her; his flesh began to peel, shedding Jamie’s skin. The female almost gagged as she felt the gooey consistency of the discarded flesh; only to soon feel something smooth and warm pressed against her. “You’re not here for me, are you?” The creature chuckled lowly, a venomous tone taking over its voice. “I just needed a weakness of his that I could touch.” His voice drawled coldly into her ear.
 
That was an interesting insight to Werewolf culture, as far as Danielle was concerned. She knew a few werewolves, even knew one that would be considered the very First of their kind, and in a way, he was their God too, but he was so far disconnected from what Werewolves were to this day that it wasn't really a fair, or even really accurate, analysis to compare the two. It was kind of like comparing an ancient Roman king to modern day America's presidency. Sure, there were some similarities between the two, and you could compare them, but they still weren't the same thing at all.

"See, the thing about that is that Daniel isn't the kind of guy who'd settle down, and the fact that you out of all those girls was the one to catch his eyes says something to me. I could, however, be wrong one way or the other so we'll have to wait and see, I suppose" She responded, then replied "Alright, off you get then. I'll bring them to your room once I am done making them. And, on the subject of not knowing you well enough to ship you and Daniel, I think you're not giving me enough credit. Your little display earlier and what I know about my brother is telling me that you are basically my OTP now and that just watching you two interact is going to be just SO much fun~".


She listened to her words, then shook her head as she watched the young girl wander off. Oh, she knew mean, so did Daniel. The kind of "Mean" they'd seen so far outstripped her attitude that you couldn't see one from the others perspective. Besides, Carver's had a thing for strong willed women. If not for DAniel's "Claim" to Kiera, Danielle would probably be trying to flirt with her now.


And while they'd been having their little girl talk, Daniel had been on the phone with Carmina. He was currently sat out on the front steps with his phone in one hand, the other drumming on the step as he talked.


"An' y'wan me to ward th' house so's you can know if annywan is on yer property. Gotcha. I'll get a few more Carmina-bots to survey th' groun's for ye" The heavily accented woman spoke from her shop, currently in the process of soldering some wires as she spoke to Daniel "Y'll have to suffer fer tonigh, as I am busy righ' now"

"Yeah, that's fine. Just make sure it gets done. And keep your accent to a minimum when you talk to Kiera. I have a feeling she'd probably laugh at it" Daniel stated, then hung up the phone.


Well, so far his retirement from fighting people had backfired and gotten him into a situation where he was going to fight more people. In retrospect, this could have been avoided had he just dealt with it back then, instead of running off to join a battle that he didn't fucking believe in anyways. He always wondered what might have happened if he'd stayed. Could he have had a normal, well normal adjacent, life? Could he have avoided his family's history of violence and bloodshed? Eh, probably not. The joke "Carvers are literally fueled by blood", aside from being redundant, was a well parroted one. He would probably have ended up killing people one way or the other.


These thoughts were on his mind, instead of his 'wife to be', as he started around the side of the house, checking the walls and the plants along the way in order to see if there was anything that needed work. The grass had to be mowed, maybe fertilized, but the house was more or less fine. It was sturdy built and extremely durable so the 17 years of neglect hadn't necessarily done it enough harm to be noticeable. He might needed to get someone out here for a second opinion, but that could wait.


Daniel arrived about halfway through their conversation, raising an eyebrow at them as he listened to their little exchange, watching the flesh slip away and reveal the creature to be something else entirely. He took a step forward, but just disappeared midstep, reappearing at Kiera's side as his hand shot out to grab the creatures neck, hurling him back across the backyard as he said "The thing you need to remember, whomever the fuck you are, is that she's an acceptable loss in all of this right now. She's to my weakness as Zeus is humble. So how about you be a dear and tell me who the fuckbaskets sent you before I send you to hell?"
 
Kiera noticed Daniel’s arrival, her gaze drifted from him toward her shoulder. It didn’t take him long to intercept the pair. Kiera hadn’t failed to notice how human the creature had felt. Warm blooded, skin that felt human; not a hint of scar tissue or any blemishes that she could feel. “He’s right you know,” Kiera mused as she turned to face the scenario appearing before her. The creature snickered, it’s form displayed something humane, yet the gaze it gave held no resemblance of humanity. “Sounds like someone has been feeding you the wrong information.” Kiera piped up, all too willing to shed her human form for something more savage. After all, she was built to kill; that she couldn’t deny.

The creature, covered in flesh yet seemed to only hide within it, glanced toward Daniel. “She is nothing short of a monster,” it’s voice was a slow drawl, dark ooze began to escape its mouth, dripping down its jaw and across its bare chest. “She killed several of her own. What makes you think you’re safe from that? Soon enough, she’s going to be your weakness, and your demise. Don’t attempt to dress her as a human, as she would have you believe. She deserves to be stripped of all that displays her false humanity.” With a hiss of power, the creature began to shimmer, areas of skin began to crackle and bubble as if they were set alight. Kiera’s nose twitched slightly; sometimes enhanced senses were more of a burden.

No doubt there were many questions; who the hell was that creature and why would it dare call her inhuman? Sure, she had killed a few of her pack but not directly. Never. Did it know something she couldn’t possibly know? Maybe there was a point of setting doubt in his mind. Leaving one of them open to attack, well, it wasn’t like he needed a guard dog. Was Jamie playing games with witches? A slight sigh escaped her parted lips. “Would it kill to get a real fight?” The female muttered an oath as she folded her arms over her chest. “You best heed that warning then big guy, apparently I’m a monster.” A chuckle left her lips as she made her way inside. Nothing made sense about what had just happened; nothing at all. Maybe she’d consult the only witch she knew, Marcella. There had to be an explanation.

Thankfully, she managed to get to her room without disturbance. Her clothing was delivered as she’d been told. At least things happened as they were supposed to around here. Kiera swiftly tugged on a pair of jeans, and a tank top. As her gaze wandered the room she noticed a pair of well-crafted black leather boots. No doubt they’d be knee length. They had a considerable heel, which looked uncomfortable. Nevertheless, it was good to know Danielle had good taste. Kiera didn’t hesitate to make her way over and slide them on. Oh how wrong she was; they were incredibly comfortable. The she wolf could definitely get used to this. The red haired woman planned on making her way out to Marcella. Sure, being outside hadn’t worked out just now but there was no reason to cower. It seemed if anything, it was an attempt at guiding them into a certain turn of events out of fear.

As opposed to attempting to sneak out, Kiera made her way casually around the mansion. The female couldn’t help but stick her nose into several different rooms on the way toward the front door. It would take her some time before she could even remember which hall lead where; it was almost like a maze. As she walked she grabbed a small band she’d picked up from the dressing table and swiftly tied her hair up into a ponytail, her curls cascading down and swaying as she walked. Only a few strands were free to tickle along her collar bone as she walked.

The moment she reached the front door a frown rippled over her face. It looked as if they’d been locked and bolted. Well, she’d have to change that. After a couple of minutes, she’d shifted the bolt and given enough room to get herself out. She had to see Marcella, the woman would no doubt have a few ideas on what was happening. The witch was well versed in Werewolves, as well as other creatures. Maybe she’d know exactly what that creature was. She just hoped nobody would be disturbing her exit.
 
Daniel approached the creature as it spoke, yellow eyes glittering in the dark as he looked down at it. From where it sat, staring up a him, Daniel looked far more menacing that Kiera ever could, even as a wolf. He let that last measure of control slip away, revealing bloody, orange eyes as he purred "Oh my dear, it is cute that you think she's a monster, but what really is a monster when you think about it? A young woman, born into a life she didn't ask for, abandoned by a man she never knew, and trying to make the best of it? Or a young man who killed, and killed, and killed, and kept on killing just to save the life of one measly human, all because he felt as though that man were the most important thing in the world? A man who threw away this countries greatest chance for salvation, all because of revenge. Rage. Hate"


The man turned to face her as the creature expired, raising an eyebrow at Kiera.


"Trust me baby, I'm the bigger monster here, and I damn well hope I get to prove that some day" He replied, though his tone was teasing as his yellow eyes glittered with mischief. God it was so weird how similar that look was to his sister's. Sure, they were twins and all, but most twins didn't display nearly this much personality mirroring.


As she went about that, Daniel went and got a wheelbarrow to toss the dead thing's body in, hauling it to the shed so Carmina could look at it later while he went about cleaning the grass of whatever that black gunk was. He went about pruning he damaged bush from earlier, busying himself with gardening. What the creature said hadn't bothered him, really. He had, once upon a time, knocked out his best friend and nearly killed his squad Captain simply because he wanted revenge. He'd killed countless people who he'd have rather called allies, and had likely ruined families for life because he was just so good at his job.


Some people had to go to a kind of "Quiet" place when they killed. They had to let all emotion slip from them, let all feeling vacate their harrowed minds in order to take the life of a fellow human being.


Daniel did not.


Instead, he rather enjoyed it. THe feeling of bones cracking, blood spraying, warmth escaping a soon to cool corpse. Perhaps his life would have made more sense had he become a werewolf, but a this point he was fairly certain he couldn't. He'd fought more than one of the creatures, had been cut up and bitten and had their blood spray on him while he bled but hadn't transformed, hadn't felt different. He was fairly certain he was equally immune to becoming a vampire or any other "Disease" based monster.


While he mused on that, Kiera was met at he front by a young woman with firey red hair, wearing what was either a long coat, or some kind of new fashion statement. The coat itself was white, and reached just a little past her knees, her legs clad in calf-high white boots to match the coat. The silver eyed young woman paused, blinking a few times at the red head in front of her. After a moment she spoke up, stating "Ah, you mus' be Danny's girly. Pleasure to meetcha".


She extended a hand, offering a warm grin "Carmina Avali, Firs' Sauceror of th' Carver Clan. Pleasure t' meetcha miss wolfgirl. I won' take much a yer time, since I'm here to ward th' house from intrusion. If y' ever need magical assistance, holler at meh and I tink I could help ye". After shaking her hand, she slipped around Kiera and stopped at the door, tapping it and magically unlocking the many locks before stating "Good choice in clothin'. Danielle's almos' as good as I am at magical fabrication"
 
As the woman was about to leave she was immediately met with a young woman, with vibrant red strands. The hint of the silver in her hues was enough to make Kiera consider what she was; she smelled of different scents all together. “Kiera,” She corrected in a rather firm tone. To be known as ‘Danny’s girl’ would be an insult. Kiera was not his nor would she be. That may have been why she’d ended up where she had but it didn’t change the fact that she was still her own woman. “Pleased to meet you,” Kiera glanced toward the female’s hand before slipping her hand in the female’s and giving it a firm shake.

“Oh, so you’re a witch.” A slow smirk crossed Kiera’s lips in a predatory manner. It did cross Kiera’s mind to inquire about the event but she didn’t know Carmina, not personally. Kiera wasn’t fond of speaking to someone she barely knew, let alone about something that could prove to be important. The red head remained still as she watched Carmina assess her clothing. “Well, I’m missing a few pieces of underwear, feel free to conjure some up.” The she wolf couldn’t help but offer a sly wink before disappearing from the home. Her mind kept reeling of the words the creature spoke. Something wasn’t right here.


By the time the young woman reached Marcella’s home she could feel the urgency in her mind. There was rage swelling within her; the audacity of this creature was insulting. The moment she climbed the steps up toward the rather luxurious apartment the old wooden door groaned as it was tugged open. A warm faced brunette gazed up toward Kiera, clearly somewhat shorter and rounder than her feral friend. “I wondered when you’d be here.” That was the thing about Marcella. She was clairvoyant. Most of the time this little witch knew more than the whole pack regarding attacks. There were certain things she chose not to discuss, considering too much knowledge of the future would hinder them as opposed to helping them.

“So, you saw it?” Kiera brushed passed the woman as she made her way into the warm, smoky smelling home. No doubt Marcella was busy burning the fire in the living room. So that’s where Kiera headed before throwing herself down on the large brown leather couch in the corner of the room. Marcella simply chuckled as she swayed in moments after. “I saw it. Glimpses. So Daniel is the one who was summoning Werewolves? Hm, not a bad looking man.” Kiera simply rolled her eyes, “Focus. I need to know what that was about. Did it have any truth to it?”

A long pause echoed through the room as Marcella settled on the large armchair opposite Kiera.

“There are many events in one-time line. If you remain with Daniel, that time line of yours will merge with his. That would require more power than I have; to look into both possibilities.” Kiera cursed softly. She knew Marcella all too well. “So you’re telling me that something is coming; it could change me?” The female gave a light nod. “Not in the way you think. It seems you have a lot of protection now. For someone to use you against Daniel… It would be foolish to attempt.” Kiera paused for a moment. She knew of Werewolves that were driven to insanity, she wondered if that was what was intended for her.

“Full moon?” Marcella shrugged lightly, “All I can see is your path, Kiera, you know that. We both know there’s only one thing that could drive you to madness. Being what you are gives you several weaknesses. You need to understand that you’re safe for now. If anyone is going to attempt to turn you into a rabid mess, it’s going to be later. Just… Try not to leave yourself isolated. The more of us there are around you, the quicker we can resolve this.” The room fell silent.

“I’m serious, Kiera. If they find a way to draw out that beast within you and lock it in place; we’re all worse for it. We would have to break it down to get you back.” Kiera knew the situation well. Some wolves went that way after being bitten; their minds couldn’t cope with it. The female had never heard of it happening to a pure bred werewolf, but she supposed it wasn’t that different. “So how I do stop it from happening?” The little witch chuckled softly, crossing her legs. “Stay by Daniel’s side. Clearly this creature was looking to stir up worry and concern, driving you from him. Daniel is powerful, Kiera. I felt it when I received the vision. If he were to turn, lets say we’d all be fucked.”

Kiera didn’t leave with a vote of confidence. Stay near Daniel, allow herself to create bonds. And of course, do her level best to keep the beast caged. It still didn’t make sense to her. Why? Why send someone to warn Daniel? No doubt it was just to play with their minds but Kiera knew all too well that it was a fate she’d rather avoid. Rabid werewolves were monsters, no doubt. But she hadn’t turned yet, she was certain she could fight it.

Marcella had been right. There were several weaknesses that could drive werewolves into madness; maybe easier than humans. They were pack animals first and foremost. They needed to be close to people, to have a bond. Second was using the pent up emotions, not allowing them to become ammo for someone to use against them. Kiera was guilty of neglecting her true needs, no doubt this is the concern Marcella had.

After arriving back at the home, Kiera swiftly snuck in and began to march her way through the home. There had to be a gym; with a place this big it must have become a chore to fill every room. “DANIELLE?” Kiera called out, her voice boomed throughout the large mansion. Either way, she was going to continue looking. It would be nice if the female joined her. It still resonated in her mind how alike she and Daniel seemed. All too alike. Maybe they were parts of the same soul, as some twins were said to be.

Finally, she reached something that appeared to be a gym. The glass walls and door looked pristine; revealing a tiled interior with several machines facing a pool. The she wolf immediately pressed open the door and let herself in. Without hesitation she made her way toward the treadmill. Running as her wolf self was easy, it was primal; it felt natural. Running as a human, more complex. There was no extra strength to summon; it was hard. Without much care, she kicked off her shoes and jeans to ease her movement. With a few taps of buttons, the machine burst to life. Kiera hopped on without hesitation as she began to run; her red curls began to bounce as she moved so fluidly. Every movement was planned, graceful and well maneuvered.

Kiera hoped Danielle would have something to tell her about Daniel. Anything that would indicate why something would bring news like this to the table. Was it all a rouse? Marcella seemed to take it seriously, but she wasn’t used to much.
 
As an afterthought, the hand she shook, her right one, didn't really feel right. Oh, it had a pulse and felt very much like a real hand but there was something lacking there. It was almost as if what made humans tick, that thing that made them vibrant and alive, wasn't quite there.


While Kiera was off visiting Marcella, Daniel was still gardening. He had a pair of small gardening scissors in one hand and was very meticulously pruning a gorgeous flower that didn't look even remotely earthly. A friend of his had wanted to take a vacation, but this flower was very important to them, said to be from another world. They had given it over to Daniel to take care of.


"That girl will end up being the Magusar to your Librom, Carver" Carmina stated as she entered the room, surprisingly coherent for once. She was leaning in the door way of the small greenhouse, which you honestly wouldn't know was there if you didn't already.

"Mmn. Does that mean that I am going to become a magical book then?" He asked, studying the plant.

"No, not necessarily. If she turns, if she goes mad, you will end up fighting her for a very long time. She will rend you, limb from limb, and you will continue to fight her. You will lock her away until someone can fix her, and when it's all said and done, it will probably kill you"

"...Tayua is involved in this farce somehow, isn't he?"

"Of course he is. THere is nobody alive today that wants to see you suffer more than he does"

"He's just sore cause I let Jack kill him once"

"Aren't you going to ask me how I know all of this?"


DAniel paused, mid motion, then replied "You don't. You're guessing. Between this whole pack business, the thing that attacked us today, and I assume you saw Kiera before she wandered off, you've come to the assumption that someone is trying to turn her into a full fledged monster and that the only one who is going to be able to stop her in the end is me, because we both know that I've already got it for her and we both know how bad a werewolf gone mad can be. I remember the story that Numbatwe told us, of Atlantis. Took the sinking of an entire city for him to pull back from going feral"

"Mmn. Anyways, Kiera asked me to make her some underwear when I talked to her, so I figure you can win some brownie points with her by giving her these" The woman spoke, conjuring a bag filled with bras and panties "And yes, normally this would seem creepy but trust me, these are the most comfortable, and sexy, underwear I can make. If I could figure out a way to explain why they're so comfortable, I'd sell these"

"Ah, thanks Carmina" Daniel said, as he stood, taking the bag from her "Can you ward the house? Don't need any real protection, just need to know when someone who I don't like is intruding"


Meanwhile, Danielle had been in the middle of pouring herself a drink, not that alcohol had any effect on either of the twins. Neither did medicine, or poisons, or toxins. If the body didn't produce it, it didn't affect them. Adrenaline highs were the closest to an addictive narcotic a Carver could get. Well, that and anything magically made.


The woman made her way towards the gym, following her scent as she located her. She came in a few minutes after she kicked off her boots and her jeans, raising an eyebrow as she watched that rather nice, bare ass bounce and jiggle as she ran. It was rather nice to watch, actually.


"Yes, dearie?" She asked, doing a rather fair impression of Rumpelstiltskin before taking a sip of her drink. She was dressed as she had been earlier, sans shoes and overcoat. This left her in a white, short sleeved button down t-shirt with the top few buttons undone to give just a hint of cleavage. She was still watching as she leant in the doorway, waiting for her inevitable barrage of questions.
 
As Kiera heard the familiar footfalls she glanced back for a moment, red curls bouncing around her shoulders before her gaze switched back to focus in front of her. It was eerie, how she seemed to even have the same mannerisms as Daniel. That only made her consider something supernatural was at play. Kiera soon ground to a halt, her heart beating at a heightened pace as she dressed. If she’d been alone she’d have spent several more hours running, until her body couldn’t take any more. It was needless to say she’d shed the clothing in an effort to improve her gate; jeans were so restricting, tight ones at least. Not to mention the loss of blood flow.

“I just went to see a friend of mine.” The female began as she stepped toward the female, her bare feet barely making sound as she drew close to the other woman. “Seems she saw someone coming for Daniel, using me as a method. Tell me, did you see this and decide that’s why he needed a wife?” The female purred softly, “A guard dog?” If a werewolf decided to mate, it was for life. The mating rituals were not to be taken lightly. Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder how that would work with another being, would it be the same for a werewolf with a witch and so on?

Kiera gently took the drink from the other woman’s hands, taking a long sip before handing it back. “Could use some liquor.” Kiera chuckled softly. Her hues began to glisten a slight golden tint, the beast within all too willing to rise. “You’re not just brother and sister are you? There’s something with you two I can’t place. Same eyes, same mannerisms. Are you two parts of the same whole?” Her words were more of her thinking aloud. If Danielle had an answer she was more than happy to hear it. Something just struck her as… Strange. It didn’t seem linear.

It was needless to say Kiera seemed to connect easily to Danielle. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the female vibe, or if she seemed more approachable than Daniel. Maybe it’s because she wasn’t directly to blame for Kiera being chosen. Either way, the she wolf found herself somewhat content with the current situation, for some reason. “There’s a connection between you and Daniel.” She continued as the female padded over toward the pool. It looked good enough to dive into fully clothed. “You even have a very similar scent. That’s not usually the case.” She murmured as she glanced toward Danielle. Maybe that’s why she could sense some gazes from Danielle. They had the same taste, too.

Instead of removing her jeans, Kiera attempted to be polite and roll them up as she settled by the pool, letting her legs dangle in the water. Her legs softly brushed through the water, sending soft trickling noises as the water lapped up at the sides of the pool due to the ripples in the water. “You make some good clothes; those boots are some of the best I’ve worn.” The female glanced up toward Danielle with a genuine smile across her lips, it trailed up along her features to brush gently at the corners of her eyes. “Come sit with me.”

“Or I can make you.” Kiera added playfully, her gaze misting over a familiar golden tint. Danielle was the non-threatening part of their deal. She simply remained in the house Kiera was staying in. Sure, she’d suggested he take a wife but she had no direct influence, did she? Kiera at least felt at ease with that; so she could make the best of it.

“Tell me, how the hell do you ever find something in this place? It’d take days to search it properly. You must have to ward it every so often.” Kiera had never been in a place this big, she doubted she’d be able to find anything here if she misplaced it. “Like Daniel’s sanity, when did that get lost?” A slow, wicked grin graced her lips. “And yours for that matter. I may have to sleep with my eyes open.” She was only partially joking.
 
"I did not, actually. I decided he needed a wife because he needs a wife. I can't be there to mother him all the time and, honestly, I just think he needs someone who is as volatile as him to handle him. I never dreamed he'd pick someone who is basically identical to him as far as your expressions of distaste and rage goes. As you have probably seen, he's not exactly the most subtle person. More likely to stab you in the front, rather than the back" She explained, actually offering her the glass before she took it "I once figured a husband might do him better but, while he does like men too, he rarely ever gets along with them. I think he'd more than likely hatefuck a guy rather than actually date them. I was kinda counting on him picking some cute little thing that'd dote on him rather than... some hot little hellbitch who'd more likely use him as a scratching post and discard of him than... wait this analogy is getting a little lost"


The female licked her lips as she stared at the glass, trying to find the best way to answer her. After a moment, she finally responded "Yes, and no, to the whole "Being one soul" thing. We are what is colloquially known as "Greykin", or, "THose touched by the Grey". We are... we play host to an extrauniversal being known as, simply, "The Grey". It lives as we lives and spreads to our children when we have them, and it affords us abilities, and... perks. Listing the numerous things we could potentially do, what we can do, and what we get for this is fairly lengthy but the short version of it is that we are unbound by fate"


"Think of it like this. Everyone has a set path that they go down which we would call a timeline, and our fated timeline governs the direction we go in. For someone like Daniel, or myself, we can simply turn off that path and create a new one at will. We effectively create those smaller branches off the larger branches of a tree" She explained to her, then shrugged "Daniel and I are... I don't know if we really are part of the same being, if we're being honest. We're anomalies in our family line. Going back at least 7 generations, every child born to the Carver family has been male, and has been named Daniel. I was the first girl in 7 generations, and Daniel and I ended up being twins. You might actually be on to something, but I'd have to get Carmina to actually look at our souls and see what's going on there"


Danielle chuckled, not giggled, but chuckled as she nodded and took a sip of her drink, handing it to the female before she slid her socks off and dipped her feet into the pool. "You should wear some of Carmina's clothing, especially her undergarments. Her understanding of the Aether is so much more complete than mine is, so she understands how to make things that defy reason, where as I can only make things that makes sense. The closest I ever came to anything like what she can do is those boots I made you. It's kinda like you're not even wearing shoes, isn't it?"


She thought about the question some before replying "When mom and dad died is when Daniel broke first. I was... I was taken away by... someone when that happened, so I don't know all the details, just what I've been told. Kimiko's death was the next time that happened. I felt that one happen, where I was. He was so... so angry. There was nothing but rage in his... in our hearts at the time. It got to him so badly that even I went mad, but I think I snapped back from it where as he just..." She stared into the water and kicked her feet idly, shaking her head "I know how it is to be a werewolf. The hunger for flesh, how volatile it is, how easy it can be to snap. What Daniel had... has... it's so much worse than that". She went silent as though she were remembering it, her eyes distant as she stared into the water.


"If you like I can set up some little incense candles so you can locate stuff by smell'" She said rather suddenly, her gaze going back to normal as she turned to look at her, grinning brightly "At least then you'd be able to find your way around, right?"
 
Kiera only cocked her brow somewhat as Danielle described her as being a hellbitch, good to know she had some kind of reputation. The she wolf listened intently. It seemed their situation was more complicated than she’d first imagined. The red head took the glass as Danielle slipped down next to her before handing the drink back with a hint of a smile. “It’s like walking on clouds, it’s amazing. Usually I get a little pinch but they were perfect.” If Kiera could conjure her own clothes she’d never have to fit them on or attempt to squeeze into an old pair of jeans. It would be all too easy; at least she could ask Danielle for a few garments before their time would end together; or Carmina. “Oh I asked her, I forgot to ask you so. I figured it was better than going commando.” A soft snort echoed from her.

“You were taken away?” Kiera’s gaze fell on the woman for a moment before drifting over the water that casually rippled from their legs making tiny waves as they swayed. From the way Danielle seemed to disconnect during her story, Kiera could imagine what she’d seen. It seemed the sadness was only hovering for a moment as the women swiftly whipped up a retort. “That’s one way to do it.” Kiera snickered lightly. The she wolf placed her arm around the woman, dragging her into a light embrace; her power was ever present, it radiated from the heir of the Alpha. “Being what I am… It’s not easy. I… Well. I lose my temper but the creature inside me; she wants me to rip into every possible source. She wants me to coat the floor with blood of the foolish creature that would threaten me.”

In a moment her grasp released from Danielle. “I lost my mother when I was small. I saw another wolf collide right into her. Blood sprayed out almost instantly, no doubt he got her jugular. When I was old enough, I snuck out alone. Every night I would remember that scent; I hunted it. I’ve never felt a rage as deep as that.” Her gaze connected with Danielle’s, her hues ablaze as the gold began to cover her natural blue hue. “I almost snapped. Fortunately, I found him before the hatred drove me to madness. I broke every bone he had. It was unfortunate he went into shock; I wasn’t nearly done.” A muffled sigh escaped her lips. “And yet, I still wish I could relive that night. I’d begin with small cuts along his abdomen. Bleed him out a little. Then make him run for his life.” The hunger burned in her gaze. “I can only imagine what losing both parents would do. Mind you, the essence of my father died when she had.”

“The only issue is that us Wolves, we’re pack animals. It’s an innate need, one we can’t really help.” Her gaze drifted toward the water. “Which means, as much as I don’t want to, I’ll be forming bonds. I went to see a witch I know. She told me I have to take care of my needs. Once we turn…” She inhaled softly, “It takes a hell of a lot to get them back. Either that or just shoot them, it may be easier.” Kiera chuckled softly, her tone clearly rather amused at the thought.

“Please tell me there’s alcohol in here somewhere.” She gave Danielle a slight nudge before she rose up onto the side of the pool, casting her clothing aside with minimal effort. It was one item after the other, swiftly landing in a pile before she took a running jump toward the middle of the pool. The moment her body curled into a ball and collided against the water; a large tidal wave rippled through the pool and caused water to lap at the edges of the confined area.

The she wolf breached the surface with a snicker, two delicate hands brushed her stray curls out the way as she focused her gaze on Danielle. “Coming in?” Kiera adored the water. It was warm enough to be nice, yet cool enough to remain refreshing. Considering she now lived with a pool, she may very well not come out. “Another thing about Werewolves,” She commented as she began to swim toward the very last marker at the deep end. “We don’t give a fuck about clothing. It’s mainly needed if we’re in social situations, if it doesn’t involve other werewolves. So I apologise if I make you feel uncomfortable. I’m not used to dressing in my spare time.” With a slow grin rising over her lips she dived down into the water. Fortunately, she was a strong swimmer.

The moment she reached the position she’d started at, Kiera burst through the surface and causing some water to splash over Danielle. “Tell me, how can I wind Daniel up without making him go full throttle? I have to have some fun while I’m here.”
 
"Mmn. If you've ever listened to the entire "Fight Like a Girl" album by Emilie Autumn, you'd get a bare, watered down version of what happened to me. It was that ridiculous horror story about a girl being thrown in an asylum run by sadists but so much worse. I lost someone very special to me and when Daniel lost his damn mind, I channeled his rage into me and did some damage myself. I never told him this but I think the only reason he didn't do something he regretted was because I was getting his anger. I've never been as angry as he was" She explained quietly, shaking her head lightly as she tried to dissipate the memories. She could remember fire, the grin of the doctor as he burned. She never thought to thank Daniel for being so angry, because he probably didn't want to be congratulated for something like that.


A sigh left her as she said "Losing mom and dad wasn't as bad for me as it was for Daniel because I had other problems to worry about. I was half out of my mind the entire time I was in Hemming Asylum". She watched her get up and discard her clothing, watching her launch into the pool. She disappeared from her spot, reappearing before she could resurface with a big bottle of whiskey. She set it down, unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it to the side.


"Hmn, see, you have to realize that there's a good reason why a lot of people think we're secretly werewolves" Danielle said as she shimmied out of her skirt, letting it pool on the floor and kicking it over to her shirt "We are VERY liberal about a lot of things, such as clothing and sex. Just watch Daniel during the day while he's gardening. No shirt to be found. We tend to be dressed around guests because it often brings unwanted advances". She slipped her bra off, then stripped her socks and finally her panties, leaving the tanned girl completely naked. Every inch of her was smooth, aside from her head obviously. Her hair was long, a little past shoulder, and black as it could be without having blue highlights.


She took a few steps back, thinking about it as she said "Do you want him angry or horny? If you want him angry, I don't know how to do that. I've never made him angry myself. He loves to fight but I haven't ever actually seen him get angry during a fight". She smoothed her hair back with both hands, stating "But if you want him horny, you want outfits. He loves clothing. Oversized sweater, kneesocks will work. I hear he's also fond of Aya Brea, from Parasite Eve. Apparently he likes her "Punk" looking outfit from the... I think it was third game?".


She moved forwards quickly, bending low and turning it into a cartwheel before launching up into the air. Twisting her body around, she curled into a tight ball and came in with a splash, making just as big a wave as she did, though a lot closer to her than she had.


Danielle resurfaced, laughing breathlessly "Oh! Mention Kimiko if you wanna make him upset, but don't be surprised if he slaps the shit out of you for it"
 
The she wolf drifted toward the edge of the pool as she noticed Danielle taking a good few steps back. It took some time for everything Danielle had told her to sink in. The female chuckled lightly as the water splashed and rippled with the force of impact. “Well, I’m keen to see what he’s capable of.” Kiera murmured softly as if she were thinking aloud. “I’ll keep that in my arsenal.” The she wolf announced as she watched Danielle closely. “I have to admit; I was curious about your family. We’d heard rumours for some time. Some people thought you were the first brand of werewolf. Or some strange mutation. I hadn’t considered I’d end up here though.” It was the truth, and a rather painful truth. There was something inside her that felt as if she had simply given up.

“I don’t plan on getting your brother horny, not in the slightest.” She couldn’t help but tut lightly. “He’s not my type.” It was a blatant cover up but she didn’t need to add that on her list. “I just need a few things to get under his skin with to ensure he’ll cast me out of his mind the moment this is all over.” Then she could go back to her fairly normal routine. Train. Hunt. Sleep. Repeat. There was no space in her world for a family, no space for a lover. Everything she chose to do had been to fit the mold of her purpose. Find a strong pack, find a good mate and work together to lead a strong, fearless pack. Right now, she wasn’t sure how far she’d swayed but she was determined to get back to life as normal.

“Anger is a powerful thing.” Kiera piped up as she snagged the bottle of whiskey from the side, taking a large gulp. Oh it’d take a substantial amount to get her feeling the effects, which just meant she could enjoy more of the smoky, rich taste. “You know, it’d crossed my mind if he’d ever return. We heard stories from many different packs as the threat began to grow. Different stories from fearful people. It was amusing though, it seems not one of them dared to try and put your brother in his place. Some of my kind seem to have more mouth than strength.” She mused softly as she leaned up on the edge of the pool, taking another sip of the strong alcoholic beverage.

The amber fluid tasted all too good. Kiera could taste the soft hints of fruit along with the freshly smoked wood. The she wolf knew all too well that sometimes heightened senses were more of a curse than a blessing. “I’m going to find a large tub and finish this off before promptly falling asleep and snoring until the sun wakes me. Have a good evening, Danielle.” Kiera offered her a hint of a smile as she placed her palms flat on the side of the pool, raising herself similar to how a gymnast would. Once she was up she gathered her clothing and the bottle before showing herself out.

The female padded through the home, small droplets of water cascaded down her body with every movement. They trickled and slid down her graceful, creamy flesh. It had been a rather eventful evening. By the time she reached her room Kiera had drank a great deal of the bottle, finally feeling a little buzz. As she dropped her clothing by the bed she noticed how the sheets seemed crinkled. Her brow slowly lifted as she gazed around the room. A figure in the dark began to move. Kiera immediately rushed toward them, halting as they spoke. “I’m here to help, I saw what happened earlier, we have to be quick.” Kiera frowned slightly. “Adam?”

The male sighed softly. “Shh, I think I triggered something when I entered the grounds. Some weird sound rang…” He paused as he heard movement, from what she could make out his eyes were glimmering with fear. “Adam.” She stated, “I chose to stay.” His voice was gruff as he continued. “We need you. Marcus is trying to take over from your father. It’s messy,” He added. “He thinks you disrespected us by making such a scene to remain here. He thinks you’ve given up hope and are backing the wrong side.” Why wasn’t she surprised. Marcus had been gunning for her spot. The moment she left he swept it up. “That’s tough, there’s real power here. I have to see it through. This could mean the end of all war for us. Don’t you all get that? I know it’s not an Alpha move to stick with another alliance but this is what we need to do. My father even said so.”

Adam was already collecting her clothing. “Sorry Kiera but we need to go. You can’t just let us suffer under his command. He’s hasher than you. Several of us were injured in the run after the event. Several. He is pushing us to death.” He huffed as he latched onto her arm, attempting to hurl her forward, toward the window. “No, Adam.” Adam had been her Beta for some time. He was strong, dependable; but he wasn’t up to such choices. “Now get going, I need to bath.” The male gave her a confused frown as she went to turn on the lights and make her way into the bathroom after swiftly evading his hold. “Kiera, nobody is going to want to see you if you let us down after this…. We need you.” The female simply growled softly. “I’ll sneak out tomorrow. Now go.”

Once he was gone she dipped into a hot bubble bath that had just began to fill. No doubt there would be a man hunt for an intruder. All she was going to do was sip the whisky and enjoy her bath.
 
"Well, we are not any kind of werewolf, though we do have similar traits. Hell, if you ever want to meet the very, very first Wereanimal that ever existed, tell me and I can probably arrange a meeting. And that's a shame, cause I'd rather be interested in watching him fuck the sense out of you, if only cause I don't currently have the proper equipment to do it myself" She teased, then her gaze turned rather serious as she began to swim backwards.

"Just... I think the thing that might cause you to go feral is you attitude towards having a mate. Your animal is a vain creature, whether you want to admit it or not, and it wants to be admired. Your confidence, stunning as it is, isn't really enough if you don't notice the people who find you attractive in the first place. My only advice to you is to at least pay attention when people are lusting after you, whether you do anything or not. It's an intricate part of your beast and it's something that may help make you stronger in the long run" Danielle warned, then shrugged as she watched her lift out of the water. She blinked and just kind of stared as she realized something.

Oh yeah, Daniel had it bad. This was her feeling necessarily, though she found the woman attractive. This was Daniel's feeling. He wanted her. Badly. Really. Really. Really. Badly. Shit.

"Sleep well dear. There're all sorts of candles and bath balms and whatnot in the bathroom, feel free to help yourself to whichever one you like" She called, turning to swim towards the other end of the pool.


Daniel and Carmina had found their way to the twin seated swing chair on the patio, which had been installed long ago for Daniel and Danielle, who were rather fond of being able to swing together. At the moment, Daniel and Carmina were having a conversation when the alarm triggered, a high trilling sound emanating from nowhere.

"It's one of their wolves. The metaphysical bond that connects him to Kiera's pack is there" Carmina stated
"Hmn. I'm not going to bother hunting him down, but can you eavesdrop on their conversation? I really only need to know if he's someone I need to kill tonight" Daniel replied
"Easy enough"

She cast a quick spell and then held out her hand so that both of them could hear what was going on. Daniel listened intently, a serious look on his face before he nodded and stated "Let's just hope they don't have a sadistic bitch wolf named Raina otherwise I might have to start looking to see if Anita Blake exists. Do we know anyone who could take this Marcus down and run their pack in Kiera's stead for her?"

"...Oswald?" Carmina shrugged
"Hmn. Does he even have a wolf form yet?"
"I think he got attacked a little while ago but I don't know, I can call him?"

Daniel nodded, watching as she simply produced a cellphone and called Oswald. A rich, baritone voice filled the line "Yeah, what is it Carmina? I'm a little busy"
"Do you have a werewolf form yet?"
"Yep. Got into a fight out at the Soldier's Rest the other day"

"WHAT?!" Daniel yelled and took the phone, growling "The fuck did you do to my bar?!"
"Nothing! We took it out into the alleyway, he shifted and clawed me and I cleaned his clock for him. Calm yourself, Daniel" the man spoke calmly
"...We need you to challenge a usurper in one of the werewolf clan's around her. You're going to basically be a puppet Alpha for my dear bride to be, whom I hope won't be my bride to be any time soon"
"It sounds like you are doing an awful lot for this woman, if what I have heard is correct"
"I'm mostly doing it for peace, my motives happen to coincide with what she wishes"
"Right. I can certainly try to do that"


Daniel gave him the details about the clan as he knew them, though he wasn't one hundred percent sure how it worked. He figured Oswald was strong enough to fight and quick enough to flee, if necessary.
 
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