Eastern Colorado
Silas pov
Jesus Christ. I am once again reminded why I hate werewolves. Hotheaded mutts.
"Put your canines away and let's have a civil conversation," I ground out while scanning the dim forest for any sign of those glowing blue and green eyes. The scent of these hounds and my blood twisting in the air. I snarled as I glared down at my shirt that was now ripped at the chest. The duo had caught us off guard when we first arrived. It is four something in the morning, too early to deal with this bullshit.
In the distance I could see the faint beam of light from the cabin Astrid had told me about. These two wolves were doing the damnedest to stop us from even getting close to it.
"Leave us be, you wingless bat," an answer called out, sounding like it came from a younger man. One who believes he is scary, despite currently hiding in the brush.
She cares for them, I cannot kill them. That sentence cycling in my mind. She would never forgive me if I killed them.
I let out a huff of frustration. I had killed two of Tara's men who were monitoring the siblings-quite gruesomely. The rage I felt for everything Astrid had been put through certainly conveyed. The grisliness of their deaths will serve as a message to Tara and the rest of her cliche. That if any of those louses come near her again they will be next. The sounds of their screams as I ripped their limbs from their pathetic bodies still echoed in my mind, forging a lovely and calming symphony.
"Leave with your hearts still intact," another voice boomed somewhere behind me, sounding older and more gruff. Hm, definitely more than just the siblings here.
"Listen, we can dance all morning if you'd like, but I just want to chat." I attempted to reign in the irritation that lined my voice-but didn't succeed.
"Speak your piece... from there and then leave," the older voice bellowed.
"Do you flea-bags even realize the danger you're in?" As I spoke, I sent a glance to Perseus who stood roughly two hundred yards away, looking bored, waiting for these beasts to comply.
"Yes there are two bloodsuckers on our land," the older voice thundered back. Bloodsuckers, really? At least the wingless bat dig was slightly humorous.
"Not us, you airhead." Okay, I should probably quit insulting them. It's only fueling their anger. "Hunters."
"And what, you are trying to help us out of the goodness of your cold heart?" The older wolf said with burgeoning irritation.
Fucking hell. My own patience was beginning to dwindle. I should have brought Lavanya, wolves are typically friendlier to witches.
"Trust me it's not from mine, I'm doing a favor for... a friend of Cain's," I retorted with a level tone-well tried to anyway.
A smirk played on my lips, cocking my head as a branch behind me cracked. "Hudson, no," the gruff voice called out just as the blue eyed mutt launched from his hind legs at me, fully in his wolf form now.
In one swift movement, I threw the beast to the ground, pinning his neck to the dirt. My fingers intertwined with the wolf's thick gray fur. I added more pressure which earned a yelp from the overgrown chihuahua. The rabid mutt attempted to snap his long canines back at me. He certainly wasn't trained. I'd expect a better attack from a pup.
"No," a new voice, a female voice let out in a mixture of a cry and growl. To my best guess this was Adeline, but I didn't know how many wolves were residing here.

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Eclipse of Vengeance
FantasyAstrid Greene had been a fairly typical teenage girl; attending high school, playing sports, and nightly family dinners. That all changed when a cloaked being slaughtered her parents in front of her at just fifteen. Instead of finishing high school...