packs aren't always of the same species (a WayHaught au)

earps

It took you a minute to actually realize what happened. Whether your brain was still in a fog from nearly cracking your skull against a cement block, or from trying to wrap itself around the entire situation as a whole, you weren't sure. But when you finally did register the loud ringing in your ears as a result of a resounding gun shot in a small space, and the warm substance dripping down your chest as the blood of the man at your feet, you suddenly found yourself livid. Not quite blind with rage, but you were quite literally seeing red and it had nothing to do with the blood and possible brain matter speckled across your skin.

"No, no, no, no no! What did you do?!" Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears, slightly muffled - as if you were listening to the conversation from the bottom of a pool - and desperate, angry. There was an edge to it that you think might have been less you and more the wolf, but it had its desired effect either way when you physically felt the tension in the room build.

Your eyes snapped up from where they were glued to Ewan's lifeless body and the pool of thick, red blood pouring from the hole in his forehead, to where Waverly was still standing at the bottom of the vault steps. Through a filter of red, you watched her eyes grow comically wide, staring unfocused at the result of her pulling the trigger. Her hands were shaking so much that it took you a second to realize it was Wynonna's sidearm grasped painfully in her hands, still aimed where Ewan had been standing.

You watched as Wynonna took a careful, calculated step in Waverly's direction, her eyes never leaving you. You noticed a flash of something akin to fear cross her features, but it only lasted a second before it was expertly masked and she was slowly reaching out to take her gun back, as if any sudden movement would cause you, or Waverly for that matter, to do something. Was she scared of you? Was Wynonna Earp actually afraid of what you might do because of her sister? Wynonna Earp didn't scare easily. Normally, the thought of anyone, especially Wynonna, being scared of you would have made you sick to your stomach, but the only thing you were feeling at the moment was an intense feeling of dread, rage, and an emptiness you weren't quite sure what to do with.

The wolf was loud inside your head, almost too loud to properly think. She was fighting against you, trying to show through you that she didn't want to hurt the Earp sisters. That you didn't want to hurt them. You were just so angry. This man was involved with the murder of your parents and you didn't get the answers you needed to hear. Waverly killed him without a second thought. You weren't going to get those answers. The wolf understood your pain, your vexation as much as she could, but she didn't witness it firsthand. She wasn't there when you found your parents' bodies. Against your will, the wolf let out a low whine from deep in your throat, whether it was a warning or an apology that she wasn't in control, you weren't sure.

"Babygirl, I think you should go back upstairs." Wynonna was directly in front of Waverly now, blocking you from seeing her, using her own body as a shield. The gesture would've hurt a lot more if your chest wasn't already filled with an overwhelming sense of misery.

"He was going to kill her." Waverly's voice was nothing more than a hollowed whisper. If you had been able to see her face, you pictured it blank, numb. Haunting. Completely un-Waverly. The wolf, and a part of yourself even, wanted to reach out to her, tell that it was okay.

"I know, Wave, but-"

"He killed my parents...my brother..." Your hearing was coming back with each passing minute, but the voice that came out of your mouth sounded nothing like your own. It was too calm and came out in a low growl that you never heard yourself make before. It wasn't the wolf. If possible, the tension in the room grew and realizing this, Dolls took a step forward, putting himself between you and the opening of the cage door. His eyes flashed gold like dancing flames as he snarled your name out between clenched teeth, a warning.