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[L U C I F E R]

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Blair|☆

Emery followed her at a strong pace. He watched her shift and was impressed that she had managed it. He was proud of her- he saw her as a daughter since she was such close friends with Emmelene. He followed suit and shifted back into a large, greying black wolf. He seemed to show so much more of his age here. His brown eyes were drooppy and his muzzle and face was nearly white as he bounded after her, large paws easily running through the slush. He followed her to the opening and shifted back, panting sliggtly bit the strong potent smell of death and guns flooded his mouth as he breathed. He looked at Blair as she spoke.

"There is now attack force." He stated bluntly as he walked around the cars cautiously, breathing in deeply. "You saw the state of our packmates, they're either dead or nearly there and they need rest. " He added with a downward glance.

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} D'arc, Jin, Aurora { Crush } open

The quickly rising concern was about as clear as day itself upon the leaders face as he noticed not only the young sniper, but also our second in command was missing and to make matters worse, failing to update his status - not even a note around the cabin was left to tell us about his adventures. Studying the male silently for a moment i watched as he moved over towards the desk where they had been set up early yesterday morning now and typed out a message before looking for the coordinates on the other bozos. As he worked frantically i moved passed him silently and towards the kitchen which of course was grossly under-stocked aside from a few snacks we had brought from the road though nothing that would work for a suitable meal - despite the hours of mourning and killing worry we had been through i knew we both were hungry. Letting my fingers twirl the end of my hair idly as i thought about what to do to help at least the food situation i recalled i had trail mix of some sort upstairs in my bag and the apples in the fridge would help somewhat as well. With a half decent meal in mind i exited the kitchen, still careful not to disturb the furiously working man and made my way up the stairs with little discomfort,reaching my room i swung the door open from its already half propped position and walked in, letting it close ever so slightly behind me as i sat on the edge of my bed and picked up the teal and black bag from the ground where it had rested beside the frame. Pulling out two of the medium sized bags of trail mix and a set of more comfortable clothes then that of the dress i had been wearing for two days now i quickly changed sighing contently as i let my hair down and moved in the much looser articles. Not waiting much time on the bed i longed to spend a much needed cuddle session with i retrieved the bags once more and walked back out of the room only fluffy slippers protecting my feet and freshly pained toes from whatever god ridden cooties laced these floors. Reaching the main floor in mere seconds i glanced to D'arc once more who still sat hovering over the screen before approaching with a tired smile "Here its not much but i'm sure theres something healthy if we pass out we can blame it on ford" I chimed half heartedly as i set a bag of the trail mix and an apple on the table beside him, taking a seat in one of the office chairs next to him as i set my own ' dinner' in front of me "Any news yet?"

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Pretty much everyone { Crush } Open
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As the girl slowly came around, thanks to Jason's quick thinking my eyes settled on only her observing her pained expressions as she stirred benieth my firm frame still atop her. Only lifting my hold ever so slightly as i felt her try to get up i of course didn't let her, but at least made it so she didn't feel completely pinned, about to adress skyler myself i was soon intrupted by the person's voice beside me whom i hadn't even heard come up causing me to nearly switch and grab him instead of the girl who actually needed it but as i went to do so the voice finally sunk in and my already beyond dead state of mind reconized who's tone had spoken out in my direction - danny. Glancing at the male out of the corner of my eye as he stated his request to go to the basement where the bloodied hunter still laid i focused on not growling out at his stupid idea partly knowing he wasn't so stupid at all had someone by chance been close enough to hear his pained yelling from outside the cabin and come in to investigate we'd all be screwed but yet even if that chance was extreamly slim had he continued yelling i'd have gone down and kill him myself, defeating the whole purpose of allowing him to live even thus far. Releasing a heavy sigh - trying to bite back the stress and concern in it that all ready radiated off my frame i swallowed silently, thinking carefully over any alternitave we could possibly have before accepting we simply didn't have one and nodding and now turning my head away from the beta all together to look directly at the healer with a stern gaze "Take one of the other fighters with you or even mark only if hes properly taken care of danny, and ensure you guys have the approperate equipment" I began, falling silent to go over the items in my head before speaking them aloud " Wolfs-bane, chains, guns and a tazzer pole, i don't want him dead..yet but danny" I continued only pausing once again to ensure i had the other males attention "you're guy's safety comes first anyone think he has ill intentions and you have the shot, take it. Nobody in or out of his cell unless hes chained" I ordered as i held his gaze for a moments longer, only slightly glancing to the beta i had silently noticed in the door way before hearing skyler finally shake first in broken words then finally something we could make out, instantly causing my gaze to switch back to her as my eyes danced about her face ensuring she was okay as she could be before adressing her directly once more tone being much softer with her then the other members aside from Jason honestly " Everybody else is fine Skylar, we have them taken care of all of the medics couldn't have done a better job" I assured confidently not looking at any of the other people in the room as i delivered the compliment they coming fair and far between before letting my gaze turn serous once more as i sighed licking my lips before continuing "But we do have a situation, nothing we can't handle, but we do need someone appointed leader until you're back on you're feet" I Informed, i knew i should have let her wake up further before throwing this at her but i also knew none of us wanted her awake any longer then she had to be, especially not when she was in this much pain

[amarok.]

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kat, Aurora, Jin
D'Arc barely noticed the meagre offering, but he managed to shoot her a look of thanks over his shoulder as he reopened the second-in-command's channel and tried again.
"Agent Min, this is Team Leader D'Arc speaking. Confirm your status immediately. "
He wouldn't have said he pulled rank often; at least, he tried not to. But when he did, his men – and gal – knew not to push him. This was pushing it. He scowled and pulled up a third window, waiting as the high-spec computer accessed the surveillance satellite he'd talked his way into being given codes for, then tapping in the rendezvous coordinates and overlaying the blips representing the locations of his team's earpieces. The Korean's earpiece was several hundred paces from his car, but he couldn't make out the person himself through the thick trees. And his heart dropped. Why hadn't he insisted his troops wear vitals monitors? The urge to punch the wall beside him was overwhelming.
"Ford?" A soft click sounded from the agent's side of the airwave; the official “I’m fine, just can’t talk now” signal. D’Arc gritted his teeth.
“Stay alert. Hanjin's down. No unnecessary risks. Come back alive. I want an update on your status ASAP. Got it?” He didn’t wait for another click to ring off; his voice had certainly been authoritative enough. He didn’t have time to reply. A reply to the message sent only five minutes prior popped up onto the laptop’s screen, even as the words left his mouth.
Six and Seven to HQ by 1800. Full report by 0000. Stand by and await further orders.
“There's nothing from Jin. Nothing. I... I deactivated his earpiece. He's down."
He took a shaky breath, head dropping to rest on good hand, and looked at his watch. That was fast. The paranoia stirred again, but he pushed it aside. One problem at a time. Get this one out of the way.
"But there's reinforcements on the way. Two guys. They'll be here by six tonight. I assume they're flying them in a supersonic craft and dropping them in at the closest USAF base."
Another deep breath.
"But nothing. Still absolutely nothing from Jin. We're going to have to go back out and help him. Stat." Or just retrieve what's left of him. He couldn't bring himself to state what he was sure was the truth.

Skylar/Jason waiting for Danny (and Mark?) Blair's in progress now.
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Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Emery
"You kidding? Adam's back on his feet. Mark's back in town. My mom's due back in Jasper any minute now. We've still got a rudimentary attack force, alright." She took one last look at the beta's vast hunting dog and, with a solemn expression on her face, jogged after the scout as he approached the vehicles, waiting until she was sure the coast was clear before darting forwards to examine them. One, she recognised clearly. Mark's old car. The second, she didn't. With only a second's hesitation, she slipped her hands underneath the ledge at the front and pulled.
"Yeah, definitely didn't winterise this properly. Snapped wires, probably frozen fuel at the time. Car trouble, alright."
She stepped back to read the licence plate, only to narrow her eyes and growl softly in frustration when she realised the plates had been removed.
"No plates. Cunning little mutts. They took them off. I was hoping my dad might be able to run them. My uncle's a cop."
She let out another growl of frustration when she tried the door handles to the black Pathfinder she'd been inspecting and found it was - unsurprisingly - locked. She could get in easily enough, but not without leaving a million traces on DNA.
That thought had her quickly wiping at the handprint she'd left on the car hood as she popped it.

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Mark

xxxxHe listened closely, eyes pinned on Adam until he gave a curt nod. He knew his safety would come first, though he hoped that he would be able to assist the injured man in the basement if it was possible. Danny listened to Adam finish before he started to slowly weave his way around the room, collecting up the supplies he thought would be necessary. Bandages, antibiotics; all of what would help a gravely injured person. As well as this, he paused with everything in his arms to gesture slightly to Mark. Danny was a medic, not a fighter, which meant that he wasn't evaluated on his physique; and his skills would be more elevated towards intelligence and comprehension. In the end, he definitely wouldn't be complaining to have Mark tag along with him.
xxxxThe medic slowly started to trot out of the room, pausing to give a gentle thanks to Adam; "I'll make sure to watch out for the both of us, there won't be any other injuries beyond what's already been done." Danny smiled slightly, trying to add a touch of softness to his voice that previously had a tone sharper than the edge of a steak knife. With that being said, Danny moved out of the room with everything in his arms, consciously heading towards the door to the basement. He paused while trotting out the room to glance over towards Mark, bright eyes staring at the other man. "Would you mind possibly using your phone as a flashlight or something? At least until I find a reliable light source in the basement," he requested, pausing for a moment. "Also, I'd like to request that you don't attack until something major is happening; if he's just moving around, don't try to go for his throat." Danny finished, frowning slightly at the idea that he would have to say that. With all that being said, however, he was moving off again towards his destination.

[Crono]

Mark Holloway ~ Male ~ Thirty-Three ~ Werewolf ~ Loner/Former-Beta
Location: Infirmary -> Basement ~ Tags: Danny

Mark stood by the doorway to the infirmary, trying to get a handle on the situation when Skylar spoke. It was a relief to know that she was up. Though at the same time the noises and yelling from the basement were leaving him confused at just who was down there. But if Danny, one of the would-be medics as he recalled, was requesting to have a look then that person was likely injured. Mark wasn't sure exactly why they were looking to Adam to call the shots but they were, and the young mans reply to the request was about as expected. "I'm good." Mark spoke up and added in bluntly the moment his name was mentioned. Considering the list Adam spoke of, they had a freshly-bitten Wolf on their hands. Just to add to the crap list of today's events someone had managed to go and do that of all things. Either way he knew the medic could use some muscle around, so to speak. Despite not having completely gotten rid of the shivers he was confident enough that it wouldn't be an issue. Mark was here now and he'd pitch in to help where he could.

Adam was giving orders but if he was going to be frank, Mark wasn't technically pack and thus didn't have to follow such orders. Mark waited patiently as Danny grabbed what was needed and exited the infirmary. The medic was quiet as they headed for the basement, and to be honest he wasn't sure what to make of it. Whether Danny held anything against the former Beta or if it'd just been a hard day. The silence was broken when he was asked to use his phone as a flashlight which caused Mark to frown slightly. Mark had grabbed the phone from his soaked pants after he'd changed but hadn't checked if it was still working, luckily the screen lit up. It was a slightly older model of touch-screen, and as he started pressing through the menu's with a clear unsure determination the man grumbled. "Gonna be honest with you, I don't know how to turn it on." Mark admitted begrudgingly, always embarrassed and annoyed at his lack of skills with technology. He did know for a fact that it had a flashlight but someone else had always been the one to turn that part on for him.

Mark held out the phone for the other man to take, while his other hand offered to take some of the things Danny was carrying. Though the younger mans words left a bad taste in his mouth. That he'd have to request such a thing made Mark wonder just how far the pack had changed in his absence. One of the larger reasons for his departure was the way they'd started being more willing to hurt or kill more easily. Greg had been wrong in that mindset, but Skylar being the newly acquired Beta back then had backed the idea. Whereas Mark would have done the opposite, maybe even talked Greg out of that path. The man shook his head, "You don't have to worry about me. I'll only hurt him if I absolutely need to." Newly turned wolves were strong, that was a known fact. Mark knew he'd have to get physical with their prisoner but he had no plans to do more harm than necessary to keep them safe.

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Danny, Mark|☆

Aspat could hear voices and his screaming stopped. His vision was vlurred, tunnelled although he were moving fast. His ears rang and his head throbbed. His heart pounded inside his chest, flooding his ears with a quick 'thump-thump-th-thump'. Every part ached but he could still feel the splitting pain of his wrist. He was quiet, sitting on his suffering as je waited for them to come. He assessed his situation. He probabky couldn't quite fight his way out but if they opened the door, maybe he could make it.

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Blair|☆

Emery was careful as he looked around the car with curious intent. "We can't risk it." He moved as he dug his hands into his pockets. He crouched and checked the lock type on the door, nodded and pulled out a lock pick. He set it up against the keyhole and got to work. It was a tough lock - cars always were - and he had to be careful he didn't set off the alarm. After 5 minutes, a satisfying click reached his ears and he opened the door. He looked around at Blair in triumph.

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Mark

xxxxDanny felt his lips curl into a small grin when Mark commented that he didn't exactly know how to use the phone. Reaching out a hand, he carefully swapped arms with the other man. "I appreciate you being honest, technology has been getting a lot more complicated lately." he commented gently, navigating through Mark's phone to switch the flashlight on. It swished on easily, illuminating the already lightened floor in front of him. He turned back towards Mark briefly to gesture at him to come on; time to go down into the depths of the basement. Or, well, find the door first. Danny started pacing forward once more, walking leisurely around the house. "It's great to know that somebody isn't wanting to spill more blood today." he commented under his breath, a distant tone edging around his voice.
xxClearing his throat, he decided to try and start a conversation to make this less awkward. "So what brought you back to Jasper?" he ended up asking quietly, turning his head slightly to look at the other man.
xxxx"If you don't want to state it that's fine too. Just curious." he decided to add in, almost thoughtfully, while walking down the hall. "Everything's changed and I'm not necessarily sure that it was for the better." That part was true. Danny frowned to himself almost, eyes darkening with the thoughts of who he was surrounded by. Nobody hesitated with attacking anyone; instead of making amends, they were creating battle fuel. It truly bothered Danny, not being able to work in unison. Why were the werewolf hunters even after them? It wasn't like they were doing any harm to the people. Danny sucked in his breath a little, puffing his cheeks in thought. In the hunters defenses, they had been killing their own forces. But, in the end, the person behind the gun wasn't justified on either side.

[Crono]

Mark Holloway ~ Male ~ Thirty-Three ~ Werewolf ~ Loner/Former-Beta
Location: Basement ~ Tags: Danny

Mark was thankful the younger male took the phone and got the flashlight working without the slightest of comments or looks. He was fully aware that being inept with such things was a rarity, and thus he was always both embarrassed and frustrated when he was forced to ask for help. Once the pair continued moving towards the entrance to the basement the conversation continued and he couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh in return to the comment about spilling blood. Then the conversation tilted into what would normally have been small-talk but given the state of things, was likely to take a different turn. Danny's question was off-putting to say the least, as he suspected anyone who knew him and had seen him today had an understanding of why he was back in town. But Mark had to remind himself that not everyone in the pack knew his personal business, so to speak.

"Well, my best friend died." Mark spoke flatly, trying not to sound like an ass all the while spelling it out. The man taking the awkward moment to take the lead as they arrived at the door leading to the basement. Greg had been his best friend since they'd been kids, he'd been more than an Alpha. But not everyone knew of the bond they'd shared he supposed. The news of the recent loss of both the packs Alpha and his wife had made it's way to Mark, who didn't think twice before driving halfway across the country to make it to the memorial.

The man turned his head to look at Danny as he paused before opening the door. "I'll follow your lead down there, but you put me in danger before yourself. Got that?" His tone was adamant but not demanding in the least, though his eyes held a determined look. Despite his old rank he understood he wasn't a member of the pack and therefore technically held no say in the matter. But he also wanted Danny to feel comfortable asking, or even telling him to do something that might involve risk. The younger man was the medic in this situation and would know what needed to be done, so Mark was up for doing the heavy lifting so to speak. If given any cue of an agreement he'd open the door for them to descend.

[amarok.]

Skylar Aleksandrsen I Werewolf I Beta I Tags; Adam, Jason

Her wolves had been hurt. That was more than enough to make her push back against Adam, desperate to go to the wounded and make sure they were safe. To grab her weapons and go straight back out to hunt down whoever had done it. As she always had done, even before she'd taken her current rank, and would continue to do for as long as she drew breath. She'd made promises that she fully intended to keep. However much it hurt her, she had to help.

Adam's next statement calmed her down. A little. It wasn't true that she had no faith in the healers. She'd have trusted them beyond almost anybody else. It was that she'd registered his other words, somehow, and she knew there was a Changed wolf in her basement. The rogue that had taken out her mother and stepfather had struck again. She was sure of it.

She'd also registered how, for some reason, wolves were looking to Adam for orders. He'd been her right hand for some time now – perhaps an unofficial delta – and she, personally, trusted him as much as she'd trusted the alphas. He was more than her right hand, though. They were friends. But it touched her deeply how a proportion of the pack shared that trust. When the male's next words left his mouth, she didn’t hesitate to nod feebly towards him. "Well, I think Alpha Hale sounds like... a rather dashing name."
A chest spasm had her fall into a coughing fit; she had to choke out the next words. "Don't you?" The addition to her air mix was beginning to make her feel fuzzy. Less panicked. Even if it did very little for the pain.

(Godammit, Skylar's making more unreasonable assumptions. Here we go again. X3)

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Emery
"So how come you remembered the lock picks?" She pouted good-naturedly, trying not to laugh. "You do this on a daily basis or something? Urgh. Old people these days. No respect." With any luck, he'd forget that only seconds before, she'd been contemplating an even more drastic course of action.
She hauled open the door, being careful to pull her yellow sweater sleeve over her hand as she grabbed to handle, and leaned inside, checking the seats for anything and - finding nothing - moving to check through the glove box.
They'd been thorough. All of the vehicle registration papers were missing, too.
"You've gotta be kidding. This is ridiculous."
The female shook her head and shut the door again, deciding to let Emery try his luck - after all, he was far more likely to find something they could use - and moved over to the second vehicle.
"You reckon we should get this towed somewhere safer until Mark can pick it up?"

(Not sure it's worth posting for Jason?)

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} D'arc, Jin, Aurora { Crush } open

I continued to sit in the seat beside D'arc as he continued to work furiously on locating the rest of our team, at least what was left of it that is. The only sound that could be heard in the main room of our temporary home for who knew how long beside the desperate taps of the keyboard and hopeful movement of the mouse was the nearly non-existant chewing as i popped an item from the trail mix into my mouth every other minute only wrinkling my nose at the bitter objects that i could get every so often before continuing on my munching whilst still looking over D'arcs shoulder at the bright screen. Taking note of ford's apperent location in the towns center i followed his gaze to the second in commands location in the middle of the woods and the aura that he sudden gave off was seemingly contagious as i set the traveled size bag in my lap and momentarily closed my eyes, it didn't take a genious to put the pieces together, no response plus sketchy locations didn't equal the best possible outcome or one at all for that matter. Taking a breath before reopening my eyes i continued to remain silent letting him continue to work as i glanced at the clock i had no idea how the heck it was nearly noon already but apperently the fatigue had wore off from going easily over seventy-two hours without sleep as i hardly even felt it anymore i practically was numb. Exhailing a breath i awaited for him to speak again though part of me wished he hadn't as he not so clearly stated another one of our family dead. Running a hand over my face i nodded quite frankly not having any more energy to cry as i sat there with my hand over my face for a few moments only removing it to look over the male beside me to ensure he was - not okay but stable enough to continue on we both needed a break, we all did but we knew going into this job that would be a rare sight. Nodding as i heard him explain two more men, would be here only a few hours for now "you mean they'll be here to take over for Alistair and Jin right?' I breathed as i staired ahead at the wall, it was hard to believe they were gone and the higher ups were just going to send someone to replace them like they meant nothing ticked me off beyond words could describe though i quickly realized i spoke my not so sugar coated words aloud and glanced back at him with a apologetic glance "sorry sir.. ignore me"I nearly whispered before getting up and letting out another sigh as i headed upstairs to once more get dressed "Yes sir, you want anything while i'm up here? you may wanna at least change you're shirt" I suggested gently as i motioned to his blood stained shirt stopping half way up the stairs to await his answer knowing practically all the bedrooms, for whatever reason were on the second floor.

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Skylar, Jason { Crush } Open
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Feeling the beta, rightfully so try to push against me to rush to the aid of the injured as i had i sighed and gently pushed her back down before blinking calmly down at her already weak form with a click of my tongue "Did you really think that was going to work?" I Muttered down light heartedly My tone was much softer then the one i even usually held with her on a day to day basis i was unsure why, she had been injured before we all had and i still gave her a hard time, told her to brush it off and get back up but this time despite knowing she couldn't even though she wanted too something else kept me being gentle with the girl. Shaking my head as i focused back in on the conversation being had now. Licking my lips i glanced at the window that already had the much too bright rays of the now lifted sun shining through and closed my eyes in response had the sun really needed to be so damned bright?. Grumbling unhappily i took mental notice of the two now gone from the medic room and the kind departing words from the healer earning a nod before turning to look back down at sky who in turned was seemingly already watching myself. Waiting paciently for her answer, or as paciently as i could i nearly choked on my own silivia at her seemingly proud statement one that i was surprised i didn't bite her head off for simply suggesting though despite the thought i did manage to keep calm as my eyes widen the words she spoke echoing over and over again in my head as my gaze narrowed and brow rose. Licking my lips i lifted one hand from her arm where i held her down, knowing she wouldn't try and fight again after the last coughing fit it sent her into and ruffled my hair before running it over my face with a stressed sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose "I'm going to pretend i didn't hear that" I grumbled i knew she was expecting quite possibly the oppisite reaction but could she blame me? she knew i never had intentions on being a alpha it wasn't me - was it? sighing again i rid it off as the bath salts working a little to well and reopened my hazel gaze to met and hold her own letting us sit in a few moments silence before speaking again " Sky you know i'm a fighter, not a alpha, besides there's others who i'm sure would enjoy the position more, i can hardly lead myself let alone a pack" I explained calmly as i sighed the sudden events taking its toll as my body got tired of holding myself up and promptly laid me on the bed beside her stairing up at the ceiling more or less releasing her though one arm was still firmly pressed across her chest to somewhat hold her down enough to buy me time had she tried to really get up "I don't know how" I muttered as i rubbed a eye and turned my head on her pillow to look at her once more more or less calmed down now that i was with her and knew she was - or would be okay i'd be lying as i saw her as just my beta she was much more she always would be.