Leia is what you'd call an Animagus. A Wolf that can shapeshift at will without the need of the full moon. But she's a special breed known as an Ice Wolf. She's the last of her kind and the most wanted. Some want her dead others alive, will Leia fin...
Malia, Braeden, Theo, and I are sneaking around the Army base, attempting to find the Desert Wolf. "There's something wrong," Malia whispers.
"Is it a scent?" Braeden asked.
Malia shook her head. "I don't know."
We round the corner to find Deaton, whose wrists and ankles are tightly bound to the chair under a bright fluorescent light. His mouth is duct-taped when he sees us he panics.
Braeden turns around swiftly, aiming the gun at Theo, but he grabs the barrel with one hand and blocks her kick with the other. He takes her shotgun and hits her with the butt of it, knocking her out.
Malia and I turn around, growling at him. He fires the gun at Malia. She doubles over in pain, clutching her stomach.
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"Ugh!"
"Malia!" I yelled as I went to lunge for Theo when he fired another shot. I fell onto the ground a few feet from Malia.
"It was me, wasn't it?" Theo lowered the gun and walked over to Malia. "You picked up a chemosignal. Probably regret... Because I didn't really want to do this. But I didn't have a choice."
Theo threw the gun aside as a black combat boot stepped on it. She held up a jar that contained Belasko's talons.
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Theo's eyes glowed gold as he looked at the talons, as they glowed blue in his hands. "You should have listened to Braeden," Theo said before leaving with the jar of Garuda talons and us with the Desert Wolf. Malia looked at her mother terrified as I looked at this woman with curiosity.
-Argent Apartment-
Chris called Devana and Parrish over to talk to him and Gerard. The four of them were in the basement, and Chris started questioning Parrish about his life. "I was part of an EOD team in Afghanistan. Explosive Ordinance Disposal. We handled IEDs."
"And what about before that?"
Parrish shrugged. "High school."
Gerard opened up an old bestiary to a page of a monstrous-looking canine near a tree, where the remains of dismembered bodies lay under it. "What's that supposed to be? A Werewolf?" Parrish asked.
