[M] can't hold on, can't resist

Skye Collins · 12-10-2011, 12:07 AM

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The alpha female had been in her Optime form just outside the town of Thornbury, but it hadn't been long before she heard it - the blood-curdling scream that pierced her sensitive ears and pounded through her heart, sending waves of panic, protectiveness, and ferocity flowing through her veins. Her body went into a mode, a mode of protectiveness; and even as Taliesin and Sky were heard screaming, she was running towards the town, sprinting, the knife on her belt, the only adornment on the Luperci's lean and muscled body.

She burst through the brush and emerged into the square, eyes wild; she heard the screams of murder and agony from Sky, the ferocious snarl from Taliesin, the shrieking, mad mantra of Orin telling them to kill him. She smelled the well of blood that was pooling on the ground before her eyes, she smelled the fear and pain and worse, the anger,, the rage pouring off of her packmates - and herself. She saw, she saw the mangled and shredded body of the puppy that Sky had been taken care of, saw Taliesin pinning Liam down, saw the wild look in both of their eyes - but while Taliesin's was horrified, angered, stern, Liam's was insane, wild, uncomprehensive.

And then she felt.

All shock and horror and revulsion at the scene was swept away and replaced, replaced with rage -- she was a mother and the pack were the ones she was sworn to protect, and one of them, one within had betrayed that, and she felt rage. Rage that replaced all else in her mind, rage that replaced all pain in her body and all sensations, rage that replaced smell and touch and taste and sound - rage that replaced all but the horrific scene before her, replaced all but the murderer on the floor, soaked in blood.

Liam, the one who disobeyed and led others astray, the one she should have kept a closer eye on - the rage pounded in her blood, pounded in her head, sent a feral, wild roar in her heart on fire, blazing - flames dancing in her eyes. He had betrayed, he had killed, he had murdered, he was a

"MURDERER," she roared, echoing Taliesin - her voice seemed ripped out of her throat like a pure animal, untrained and untamed, wild, ferocious, a seemingly alien sound to the normally calm woman. He had harmed, he had killed in her pack -- he had murdered, under her pack -- in the pack, her pack, her pack --

She was aware of Taliesin standing up and rushing away from the bastard on the floor, lying pathetically in the pool of blood that was welling up around him, around his insanity - but she did not see that. She did not see Taliesin anymore, she did not see the poor child that lay, dead, on the floor, she did not see her blood - she only saw it, the thing that endangered her pack, and she rushed towards it, screaming only three words -

"MONSTER, MURDERER, TRAITOR, HOW DARE YOU?", the screaming snarl ripped out of her throat in a strangled screech as she leapt at it, sharp retractable Optime claws tensed, strong, and aiming to claw its face, to make it pay.

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