For The Love of An Alpha

Engaging

The sounds of bones cracking filled the space about her, as she stared down the grimacing host. His eyes growing red with rage as his hands moved to motion to the guests about him to get the one he desired. The shift of Henri happened last, as the growls erupted from their companions. Jhera reached up and grasped the gemstone tight in her fist, her lips touching the stone gentle.

"As eínai se ména." Her voice whispered the enchantment that has rattled through her brain since the stone first graced her neck. Let it be unto me.

The gemstone crumbled from her grasp, specks of pink sand slipping from her hand as a swirl of smoke moved from the gem into the heart of the woman.

Henri's gray form lunged for the neck of the robed woman that marched toward the she wolf, her attention elsewhere. He felt his jaws snap and clamp about the flesh of the robed figure before he felt the life force leave his victim. His blue eyes moved about the space, watching as Erick's form charged a large dark haired male. Henri noted it was one of the guards that had stood watch over her.

William's snarls and growls filled the space behind them, as he launched at those that came near the space. Hissing of vampires and melodic sounds of casting could be heard clearly in the space. The crackling of the braziers did nothing to hide the screams and gurgles of victims that fell to the maw of the wolves. The trio felt the urging and empowerment of the night, the blessing of the goddess forming into the voids of their hearts.

"Grab her!" Lord Fordham screamed loudly over the cries of his guests.

Henri spun on his hind legs to turn toward a trio of robed figures, their hands moving in unison as they set their gaze on the wolf. His eyes reflecting the nearby blaze as he charged them. His maw snapped in the air as he growled, his strong limbs propelling him forward. A wave of power moved through him, stopping the magick they had been conjuring. He didn't stop to see what caused it, his jaw coming down swiftly on the largest of the three. His eyes turning briefly, as his maw snapped tight about the arm of another robed figure. With shocked expression he looked to the she-wolf, the purple glow of her eyes forming wisps of purple vapor about about her brow. Magick moved like a serpent between the digits of her fingers, as she rose to her feet.

Henri's attention was back on the third figure, as it took off deeper into the garden. Henri gave chase, taking down guests in his path on the way to his target. Trails of screams and growls were left in his wake. The recoiling sound of a shotgun came from the apposing edge of the facility.

Everest stepped from the shadows, his aim near perfect as he shot down one robed figure as he tried to run. Denver drawing his weapon to his shoulder as he looked down the barrel to take aim. One by one, the duo set off shots to catch the stragglers.

William gave a wolfish grin toward the pair, as he turned to go for another figure. His perfect suit would do little to guard him from the maw of a hunter. William's growls mingled with the gargled cries of his victim.

The rich iron smell of blood began to fill the air, mixing with the putrid smells of warlock, decaying flesh of vampires and sulfur scent of witches. Jhera nearly gagged as her senses flooded with the smells. Her hands moving swiftly to cancel spells before they could finish. Her magick moving quicker then she had seen before, her mind clear as she looked about the estate. Her warden still standing high atop his pedestal.

"Jhera!" His deep voice boomed through the night air, the moonlight dimming as the eclipse began to settle into place. "You can't deny your destiny!"

Jhera's hand moved once more, promptly extinguishing an apposing spell. Her lips moved softly as she spoke out her will to the powers that coursed through her. She'd never felt the power like this. Scarlet had always possessed a power that was beyond that of other wolves, but this power was all her. Her iridescent gown blew about her, as the power that engaged her enemies stirred soft breezes.