Twisted Protector

Shifter Suprises

(Greyson's POV)

The young vampire guard made haste in showing them the way. There was no usual amusement coming from him. Not even a grin could be shared with Brady, and the situation was too serious. Where they headed reeked of a shifter and vampire, the vampire blood heavier than anything else.

"Status?" His harsh voice demanded an immediate answer, not caring that the lesser ranked male nearly trembled under his gaze. His anger could not be quelled right now. One of his own had been injuried, possibly killed, in his own turf. None of this was excusable.

"Alive. The healers are tending to him now." The hesitancy there was enough to inform him that the male wasn't out of the woods. A deep sigh escaped him, even as Brady pressed against him. The werewolf had not left his side once. "Go ahead." He gave permission for him to investigate. His keener sense of snell may find something they missed.

"No one else found? No witnesses? Nobody saw anything?" He hissed the last question out, as each one got a more tentative shake of the guard's head. His anger was getting the better of him. "You can go." He dismissed the scared guard without another glance.

"You keep scaring my guards, and I won't have anyone to train." A feminine voice graced the air, fully taunting him with a frosty tone, as a white-haired woman approached him.

"Cameron, how nice of you to join us. Should you not be more concerned if they are pussies? Seems to me that if they can not handle me angry, then they will not handle a danger to me." His tone did not hold its usual jest with her. His mind was too focused on the situation.

Brady returned, the fur on the back of his neck standing up as he growled. Grey was about to calm him, thinking it was Cameron setting him off until he caught the small fabric in his mouth.

Without hesitation, he took it and sniffed it before handing it to his head guard. His fangs were already down. Otherwise, they would drop with the new rage that coursed through him. Draven had been here, and now he had someone to summon for answers.

"Get him." This order was given to nearby guards who watched on.
At this point, he was ready to kill his uncle just to get rid of the pest.

"Your uncle gets away with too much." Cameron sassed him, but he did not mind it from her. She was a childhood friend, one whom he trusted and knew meant him no harm.

"Your father pushes my patience for his thirst of power." He mocked back at her, thankful most of her raising was done by her mother. A hand went to Brady, who was still unsettled at his side. Hazel eyes took in how his blue ones never stopped looking for trouble. Something was seriously bothering him.

"You should kill him." His head whipped to Cameron at her cold, detached words as if not believing her serious. Yet, there was nothing that showed she was jesting or speaking in anger. By their ancestors, Draven's own daughter wanted him dead. He hissed in frustration as he ran a hand down his face. Going against his own vampire was serious by coven standards, but it was clear there was more than his own dislike present. He needed answers, and he needed them now.

Not much more time passed before Draven was escorted before them. He was alone, his slave not present at his side. This got a raised eyebrow. "Where's Samuel?" Cameron asked this before he could, her tone cold towards the man that helped create her.

"Taken to the basement to wait for punishment from Master Greyson here. My suggestion is execution." His blatant tone for his own slave got shocking responses from everyone.

"For what?!" Again, Cameron beat everyone in speaking. Her fangs were down, and she took steps towards the older vampire. "What did you do?" Greyson felt like it might be safe to say someone hated the other vampire more than him.