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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘸𝘰: 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
THE WINGS FLY OUT of my back and I internally curse. My anger at the Winchesters is not helping, and neither are they. They are meant to be helping, but all they are doing is shooting my Pack full of bullets. I'm guessing that's because my Pack are a little slower than I thought. Then again, hardly any of them have tapped into their supernatural speed.
"Stop," I say, my voice loud enough to be heard over the banging of the guns. "Guys, you need to tap into your supernatural speed to do this properly. Your normal speed is not going to save your asses this time. The only reason it helped during our fight against the Beast of the Dark is because he moved at a slower speed to us. All that Power makes him slower, and that's because he is a rough draft. The lot of you aren't. Eve here took millennia getting your different Types perfected before she spread it out through peoples genes and through the air. You need to act like the beast you are to tap into what you need to survive and protect our Pack."
Sam nods. "Stiles is right. This is no game. To any of us. My brother and I are here to help you - against his judgement I might add - so, don't waste our time being afraid to hurt us. We will be fine. You Class A and B Vampires have blood that can heal us, and so does Stiles."
Isaac steps forward. "Vampires as in plural?"
"Yes. You have more than one Class A Vampire in your midst."
Theo's eyes flicker to mine before looking back at the Winchesters.
"He's afraid of you rejecting him for being what he is. Welcome him and show him you won't reject him."
Isaac scans the Pack, his eyes resting on Theo for a little longer than everyone else. "It's time to stop hiding. It's alright. You can come out of hiding. We won't reject you - even if it is your own fault."
The Pack nods in agreement, affirmative and agreeing noises leaving them. Theo looks up at me, and I nod. He deserves to stop hiding. As he goes to step forward, Kai grips his arm and their eyes meet. Kol appears on Theo's other side and they all share a smile before walking out of the crowded Pack. The Pack's eyes follow the trio, confusion alight in their eyes. I jump over the guardrail on the balcony and walk over to my friend and my Blood Bonded.
Theo steps up beside me. "I'm more than just a Werewolf and a Werecoyote. I only found out recently, but I didn't know how to tell you. You didn't exactly welcome me with open arms when I popped out of the ground..."
He trails off and I start speaking. "He found out when Kai, Kol, himself, and I Blood Bonded a few nights before the Blood Moon. I knew beforehand, but I didn't want to tell him before it awakened as there was a possibility that the gene would have remained dormant. Either way, you hurt or reject him, you deal with the three of us standing here right now. Kol, Kai and myself will not hesitate to rip you limb from limb, heal you, and then start again."
Lydia's eyes are wide. "I hope you're that extreme with the protection and defence of the pups."
"Of course I am. Extremities only happen when need be. This is an instant where-"
I am cut off by the sound of wings. I shove my friends back into the crowd and spin around at lightning speed, my hand raised. I catch the silver blade and tighten my grip on it, the edges digging into my palm. My eyes turn pure white and reflect the neon blue of my half-brother's eyes. His other hand flies up and I grab his wrist, breaking it easily and then wrapping my hand around his throat.
"Almost had it, Cas."
He smiles. "I do have it."
I feel a blade pressed against my back and I turn my head to see an unfamiliar male. His essence helps me identify him as the youngest Archangel. My eyes flare molten orange and he goes flying away from me, stopping in mid-air by his own abilities. He drops to the ground and smirks at me. Cas drops his arms and his eyes return to normal, making me lower my defence from 'Overdrive' back to 'High Alert'.
"Gabriel," I greet, hugging the archangel. "It's nice to see you again, brother. Are Michael and Luci still going at it in the Cage?"
Gabriel rolls his eyes. "Oh, God no. Luci has a child on the way and Michael is apparently a drooling mess in the Cage still. We're all going to leave him there."
"What about dad?"
"He's still off with Aunty Amara. Who knows when he will be back. It's dad after all. He did bring back Mary Winchester though. She went dark side and is working with the British Men of Letters."
I groan. "I thought I killed all them bastards last century."
He shakes his head. "Abbadon."
"Cheeky bitch she was. I'm glad that Knight of Hell is dead. How are you dealing with the Princes of Hell though? Azazel is dead, and so is Ramiel, but how's it going with Dagon? She still running around with the ticking time bomb that is Kelley Kline? Also, is Jesse still in Australia? Tell that goddamn Antichrist that his uncle wants to see him, will you?"
"Dagon still has Kelley. That much we're sure of. About Jesse, we're not too sure where your nephew has gotten to. His demon of a mother is who knows where as well, but Jesse won't let her near him, so we're good in that department."
"I'll find my own nephew then. So, until I get back, Gabriel, you're in charge of helping your brother and the almost incompetent Winchester's train my Pack to survive a platoon or five of Hunters. If you succeed at that, then you can use your Trickster skills and give them all a little fun."
