☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Danny, Mark, Aurora|☆
Aspat looked at Danny and then at Mark. He slowly pushed himself up onto wobbly legs. He stepped past Danny and towards Mark. He stood next to Mark.
"If you've got a problem, you've got it with
me." He growled at the female, eyes glaring at her. "They're doing their jobs so you leave tjem out of this. You want to kill me, fine, you can try, but my weapons are within arms reach right now and I will admit I've got a twitchy trigger finger." He continued, glancing over towards the weapons he'd just come between Mark and.
The newly-made werewolf could feel the room spinning slightly yet this intruder remained in a steady focused as he glared at her. His heart was pounding in his ears, adrenaline building up as he got ready to reach for his gun at any moment. If she did as much as move her finger he would be ready to pull back the hammer and hold it up to put silver between her eyes. He didn't care if she was pack or not - What should it matter to him - he only cared that she'd threatened him and these...people he was now acquainted with.
"You so much as steo towards them, I grab my gun. We'll see how it ends." He snapped, a small smirk passing across his lips. "Your move."
☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: The Blades in the forest|☆
Emery could hear and smell his packmates but he was blinded by pain and fury. The female was trying to escape him but he was between her and her weapon. He watched as she dove into the vehicle and he lespt after her. His strong jaws snaooed around waistband of her trousers and the hem of her shirt. He shook his head like a dog ragging a rope-toy, before dragging her back down to the ground. He pulled again and the frabric fire apart. He soat the material out and leapt to stand over her. He pulled his lips back in a snarl, nose only centimetres from her face. His hot, whisky-scented breath heaved put from between his teeth, sending stray hairs to dance in the breeze of each breath.
He parted his jaws, ready to clench tjem around her throat, ready to crush her windpipe and rip the whole thing out in a brutal act of killing. He was so furious with any and all hunters. Sure these guys had most definitely killed his beloved Jess - they were too inexperienced in werewolves - they still threatened his pack and if he died protecting his daughter, it was worth it.
☆|Tyler Austin|☆|Male|☆
☆|Mark is his man|☆|Human|☆|Professional Prescious boy|☆
☆|Tags: Harper|☆
Tyler gave a soft chuckle as he looked at Jane.
"Well I've never been to this charmingly little place, nor to this town before." He said, smiling at her.
The male returned his gaze to the owner of the quaint little cafe. "Could I have a mocha, extra chocolate?" He asked before inspecting the array of cakes on the counter. "And a slice of this one." He added, pointing to one of the large cakes on the top.
He glanced back at Jane then at Harper. "So, tell me about yourselves and thos cute little place called Jasper." He said in his distinct Queens accent, charming smile showing off his white teeth.
He sat on one of the chairs, one apart from Jane so he could talk to them both but not encroach on personal space. He placed his helmet and gloves on the chair on the other side of him while he shrugged his heavy leather jacket off, placing it over his other affects.