Solstice Howl

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I'd come to learn that Dean was a man of few words unless he necessarily had to speak.

Which was an issue due to the miscommunication between our unthought out plan.

"Dean what the fu*k..." I muttered under my breath as I watched him go the exact opposite direction we discussed him going.

It was hard, to trust a werewolf with something as important as saving my best friend's life.

But, I had limited options, there is only so much I can do.

I hurriedly stomped over to him, upset because of his hard headed-ness. He barely listened to my plan devising because "he knows what he's doing, he doesn't need a mere human to tell him what to do".

God, he needs to get his head out of his a*s.

"What are you doing... this isn't what we discussed!"

Dean placatingly patted my head, "I know what I'm doing, just trust me."

Steam practically rolled out of my ears.

"YOU WANT ME TO TRUST YOU?! DEAN MY PSYCHOTIC MATE IS ABOUT TO STORM THIS GIGANTIC ARENA LOOKING FOR ME AND ITS NOT TOO HARD TO SNIFF ME OUT! FOLLOW THE GOD DAMN PLAN!"

Dean merely chuckled as if I were a small, naïve child, "If I need you, I'll give you the signal."

"What signal?" I bellowed angrily, humoring him.

"I'll imitate the sound of a screaming little girl."

And with that, he turned around completely.

With an inward facepalm, I stalked away from him.

Our plan was simple. Dean fabricates a distraction while I go in to rescue Carter.

Except, the whole 'Dean's distraction' and 'how I'm going to rescue Carter' part is a bit blurry- obviously.

I told Dean to go near the holding cells of the fighters, so he could grab the attention of the guards while I calculated a way to get in, and get out with Carter in tow.

Easier said then done.

But, Dean the genius, starts walking towards the center crowd of the arena, doing the last thing we want.

Grabbing everyone's attention.

I told him to keep the diversion small, but long enough for me to do what I need to do.

Obviously, he didn't listen to a word I said, because he was already making his way down the steps of the large dome before I could finish, encompassing stares as he walked.

It seemed he was kind of well-known, people whispering animatedly as he passed.

Just before he reached the gate that led to the fight ring, he winked at me before throwing his large arm back and landing a punch on a random stoic guard.

I confusedly stared at him as I tried to decipher what the wink meant.

But, was too mesmerized with his fighting to even ponder it.

Between the two, Dean had the upper hand from what my vision could perceive. Their movements were so swift, it was a blur before my eyes.

Another guard attempted to interfere, but Dean grabbed him by the hair, grabbing the other guard's hair too, then clapped their heads together as if they were a cymbal.