When they threw her into the cell, Gracie landed on her elbow. There was a crack, followed by a sharp pain, but better landing on her elbow than her head.At first, she was grateful to these people who saved her from the burning sand. They saved her from her long walk and gave her water. That cold water was the best thing she ever tasted.Then they called her a spy and thrown in a cell. She was one, but she had been confident the strixes were none the wiser. It looked like she over estimated her own abilities.The man who threw her in shook her head. "Shouldn't we throw her in one of the reinforced cells? If she can changes...""There's no need to worry about that," a new voice said. A woman walked in, dressed in silk. There wasn't a speck of sand or any stains on his clothes, the opposite of the gangsters that saved her. "Now that her pack is here, I'm sure she should be happy."Gracie shook her head. "Pack?""Yes. The Neptune mutts. Are they not here for you?"In true, her mission h

The Guard hurled himself down the hallways after the lycans. The gun held firmly in his hands, when he caught sight of a furry rear, he took aim and firedThe mutt slipped down the corner. "Fuck!" the strigo muttered under his breath. He radioed on ahead, but all that came back was the sound of carnage and destruction.When he turned the corner, the hallway was litered with dead bodies of his colleges. The human blood was sweat, but the howling helped clear his mind.He was a hunter nearing his prey. Though when he ran into the room, a lycan jumped on his, reserving their positions. Now he was the prey.

"Where are the wolves?" she asked."They have entered the tunnels, commander," one of her officers replied."When will they breach the lower levels?""Less than five minutes.""Very well. It's been a long time since I've skinned a mutt. Maybe I'll make a pelt. Continue the evacuation. I want everything out by lunch time.""You think the mutts will make it down here?""I'm not worried about the animals, but Sword is coming. For us and the mutts. This facility is compromised. We're leaving.""Understood, commander.""Alert security. I don't want any of them up there with us. Have them on guard while we evacuate."

The office was a clean and polished white. It looked even more professional than than the government offices she used to work in. From the office, you had a great view of the arra called the quad. There was a creepy bronze statue of Nathaniel Gilbert, the founder of the city. The Gilbert family were apparently rich as all hell and still contributed so much to the school. And now her office was in pieces. Granted, she was the one who propelled the wolf through, but she wasn't about to admit that.At least she heard a resounding CRACK!The other two hesitated. "Well? Come at me, mutts."

The Knight was starting to feel a little bad about it. It was like taking candy fro. a baby. These wolves were the babies and she was the mean and she was the frightening old hag in this children's story. It wasn't that the wolves were bad. In fact, for being so young (and they were young, if their scents told her anything), they fought extremely well. They had trained to fight as a pack anf there was nothing to critique.It was just a shame they ran into her, a monster so old. One who had feed on so much blood it might as well fill an ocean.Still, she wouldn't underestimate them. As the three wolves positioned themselves around her, she prepared to end their lives.