a/n - trigger warning - mention of death/corpses.
It's all a blur. Nothing registers concretely within the female's mind as she makes her way through piles of bodies that push past opposite. Her eyes stray away from those injured or dead on the floor, ignoring the tuffs of fur and injured wolves that lay the ground. There has to be over two dozen wolves that had come. She can still hear several of them prowling the area but she can't let her gaze wander on them for too long. She only has one focus: finding Aurora.
The club is ruined, debris scatted everywhere and ceiling lights hanging low. Glass spreads the floor, and a pipe must've burst, trickling water through the cracks of the ground. The main dance floor – the one she had just been on an hour ago – is shredded. The place is completely empty, only harbouring a few figures in the middle. Moonlight trickles through the gaps of the ceiling, and once pale blue eyes squint further she has to hold back a gasp. It's here she finds Aurora.
The short brown female stands, her short frame minuscule amongst these lycans who were built like gods. Her form quivers, face streaked with tears.
Lucrezia ducks down behind the obliterated bar, contemplating on what to do. There were three lycans surrounding Aurora, all in human form, but that wouldn't compromise their sheer brutality. Even if she shot, she would put both her and Aurora at risk. She knew the general would be here in a matter of minutes, but they didn't have minutes. She'd have to distract them long enough before both girls could be safe.
The female is too far to truly hear their conversation, merely hearing snippets.
"Prophecy-,"
"Take-,"
"Right choice-,"
All the deep, hollow voices blend together. She can only assume they were here to take a woman, and right now it was looking like Aurora was their top option. She didn't know what for and didn't have time to ponder.
The gun is tucked back into her thigh, before purposefully making a loud noise, scraping a broken stool of the bar. Within a millisecond, she's taken by the throat, tips of sharp claws threatening to break through her milk skin. The other two wolves grunt with her appearance, before switching to their native tongue.
Lucrezia makes eye contact with Aurora, who seems ever so slightly relieved, petite form trembling with fear.
"This one's pretty too though," his claws dig deeper into her throat, drawing the slightest bit of blood.
She grits her teeth, not moving a muscle, mind knowing the sirens were getting closer and closer. The chaos outside was dying.
One of them scoffs, features rough and annoyed.
"We don't need them both," his arms reach for Aurora, and Lucrezia's eyes widen, mouth intrusively speaking. She had to throw them for a loop. She had to stall.
"Why would you take her of all humans? That's so dumb. She means nothing," all three look at her, features curled distastefully. The grip around her neck loosens.
Lucrezia had no idea what was wanted, but she had to keep them distracted.
"General Arwin's daughter," the main one murmurs after a few moments of contemplation. She was the mirror image of him. The three creatures share smirks with each other.
Unexpectedly, Lucrezia is lifted higher from the floor, the wolf's nose pressed deep into crook of her neck and smelling her. Her body stills, feeling stunned and intrusively invaded. She's thrown on the floor after a thorough inspection, form crumpled on his feet.
"Pure too," their decision is finalised.
Lucrezia can't help but feel astounded by that comment, mouth agape and tempted to laugh. They were taking her because she was a virgin?
