The hybrid in both blood and body did not darken the world, but had found his way blocked from a unexpectedly arrived angel. The luperci turned his face to the scene, and found Iskata of all souls standing between the coyote and himself. So unexpectedly, if anyone, she was the last being he would have thought would defend him. He deserved to die, she knew so too, so why? They were even now, and he would give up the delightful thought of ripping her apart so that her gossip way of acting was ended. He turned around fully and was about to throw himself into the two snapping jaws, but he halfway stumbled and had to grab a still standing pew so that he would not fall.
There was the sound of strong wind in his ears, and the world would not still, but danced up and down and around and around and around. Haku’s free hand found his own chest and he was painted red once again, but this time it was mostly his own blood. His muscles were slow with obeying his wishes, and he felt heavy and tired. That goddamn knife, that goddamn Colibri. He turned around and headed towards the exit, leaving the two of them behind. Relax, recover, go on with the plan. His ears had not caught Iskata’s hiss that had revealed the monster’s name, but Haku would find out soon enough. Perhaps the hybrid even had kids and a little mate? What a delightful thought.
Even though darkness was over him and the rain outside blinded him, he knew his way home. No thought was spared to Iskata. The world would go on without her, and if she did turn out to survive, he would deal with it then. Later.