The Mortal Instruments

Hendrick still didn't trust Paragon farther than he could throw him. Especially given the similarities in speech and even saying he had been watching. Hendrick realised he had the little prick that had been saying everyone would be judged. Who the **** did he think he was going to judge everyone, what jurisdiction did he think he had? Oh well, he wouldn't say a thing about it. His job to care, good one. "The day that the fairies decided it was funny to dick over downworlder and Nephilim alike, so practicly since their emergence. So yes it is hard to think you're just here to help, even if you can't tell a lie." Hendrick remarked, fairies couldn't lie, but they were notorious for twisting this truth so it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. That's why they were his least favourite race to deal with, always scheming and ready to dick someone over. Demons were simple, even Greater Demons, they were meant to be destroyed without a question. After all it's all they did. Werewolves and Vampires weren't too bad to deal with either. A werewolf was being attacked by Grayson? He silently prayed it wasn't Rhett, eventhough he had only just met the wolf the night before their search had left an impression on him, lad had potential. Roxanne wanted to follow and Hendrick agreed wholeheartedly following his more energetic collegue, going after Brianne.

 

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Riding on a train was an interesting change of pace for Sien, who did most of his transportation either via the rooftops or simply avoid large crowds of people. Neither option were really available for him given the limited space on the train, which fortunately wasn't an easy for them this time. Even more fortunate was Alarick's casting of a rune of glamour on them. It somewhat made things more bearable for the young warlock.

Elsewhere another figure was making his way through the streets. According to an trusted informant of his, things had started to get interesting outside within the city, what with the recent killings among other things. This was more than enough reason for the vampire known as Valister Cron to go out and have a look at things for himself. This decision shouldn't lead to disappointment, that much as for certain.

 

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Clever. Grayson howled as he used gravity to fall onto his back, attempting to crush the werewolf that had previously tried to get a grip on his back. They were similar in weight and height, but the force of a full grown werewolf would make even a Nephilim pause. Or break a few ribs. Grayson struggled to his feet, each movement becoming harder then the next. Desperation mingled with his anger, making him a far more dangerous foe.

Things didn't look good for either wolf at this point, but Rhett only had to lose his life. Grayson had much much more that had been gambled in this fight. He charged one last time, feigning a bite at Rhett's forelegs before using his shoulder to try to knock the wolf over. Afterwards he rolled to his feet and clamped down on Rhett's fur, shaking him back and forth. He had been aiming for the neck, but at this point the world was a messy blur of flying fur and flashes of blood, coupled with the burning pains growing in his chest.

He didn't have much more time before the silver would force a painful Change back to his human form.

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Morrigan rested her chin on her knees as Ash walked out, eyes staring ahead. "How are you any different from my parents?" She muttered, shutting her eyes for a moment as their images popped up in her memory. "You want fire, you instigate me. You want a breakfast companion, you order me. What's next, a bed warmer?" She waited until he was out of the room before flopping back onto the bed, her hair spread in a halo behind her as she stared at the ceiling. "I wish I knew what to do." The words barely had any tone as they left, no more then whispers uttered into the air. Almost a prayer, if she had the weakness to believe in a higher power.

Sitting up, she waited until the light dizzy spell past before heading towards the bathroom. She had no need of it, but the sudden urge to be near running water was too overwhelming to resist. Whenever she had problems thinking in the past, she would run to the nearest river or stream. Seeing as that wasn't an option here, the faucet would have to do.

Morrigan turned the water on full force and pulled up the stopper, so that a pool would form. It only really worked if the water was hitting other liquid. She didn't understand why. She closed her eyes as she listened to the sound, clearing her mind of everything except for the problem, and focusing on it. What do I do? Well, she could try to run. She would make it a few hours before her need for the poisonous antidote that Ash provided would force her to inevitably collapse. If he didn't simply track her with his shadow first. So that left staying. She could either stay a captive, and do as he ordered, let him continue to control her, or she could break free. The first option was safer, easier, but the second called to her. She had slowly gained freedoms over the centuries, but she had never truly been free. Maybe now was her chance. After he cured her, she could disappear; to China, or Europe. She could be anyone there, as long as she could throw up a glamour.

Well, it seemed her choice was an easy one. Bide your time, and then slip free. No marriage, no contract. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror before reaching into the pool of water, creating a small cup with her hand in order to splash the cool liquid on her face. Her head started to buzz, but she ignored it, reaching for one of the hand towels, before shutting the faucet off. As she dried her face, Morrigan wondered what Rhett was doing. The werewolf had been kind to her, if a little standoffish, and she wouldn't mind having a friend who wasn't going to drive her to commit murder. She glanced down at the pool, and found she couldn't tear her eyes away.

The buzzing grew louder, unable to be ignored as her face drew nearer and nearer to the surface of the water. Yellow eyes, the same as her dream stared at her, the giant wolf snarling as it leaped towards her. She blinked and the image zoomed back, showing the wolf jumping on a man...She gasped, unable to move as she watched Rhett throw the wolf off, yelling something before Changing. As the two collided, she tried to look away, heart in her mouth. What fresh hell was this? Rhett was struggling when the two were separated, and circled each other. As the large wolf jumped back towards Rhett, Morrigan screamed, certain that it would be death for the kind man. Her hand slipped on the basin, and she stumbled back as the hold was released on her. She pressed her hands to her mouth, staring at the water that covered the sink, the water now crystal clear. By the gods and angels.

Then she tore out of the room, searching for Ash. If what she had seen was true, then Rhett was in terrible danger.

 

Adam's pov:



He arrived at school and for the fist time in a long time he was left alone. The was a surprise, but he was sure that this would not last long. He was sure that when classes started that someone would have some sort of problem with him. First period nothing really happened nothing really ever happened in English for the most part. Then second period came and went. Again nothing and no one bothering him. It was only Math class so he did not think much of it. Third period came and went too and he was getting his hopes up Science was by far the time when people tried something with him, but this time there was nothing. Next he had plans to go home for lunch and have lunch with his mom. Lunch always had to be quick, but he enjoyed it all the same. He stared making his way towards the doors to head home when he was stopped, by Jon, anyone but Jon, Why him? Why now? 'Where do you think you are going pipsqueak?' "I did not know you cared so much about where I was going, I need to put that on my friendship wall." 'You..' Jon then took a swing at him and he quickly moved out of the way, the end result ended up having Jon hit a locker. 'I am going to kill you.' "You can try", he said before he headed out of the school and on his way home for lunch.


Jenny's pov:



She awoke and walked around her house look at what time it was. The time and the look outside did not quite match up, but she was not going to question it. Stepping onto the dark street on the city it was time to see what the world was up to. After some time she was met with a face she knew all to well. "What do you want now?" 'There been another killing' "So?" 'Maybe you should go check it out' "Fine only so it will keep you off my back." She left the man behind heading off for some crazy adventure. More killing, she was sure more then one person was involved in this but, what you going to do? What ever the case was it was time for action.

 

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Paragon flew above the others and headed towards the old police station. Despite the fact he could easily fly faster than them, he slowed down so he would not go past "Remember, Grayson is the priority target, the others have just been indoctrinated and do not deserve to die. But Grayson must be captured or killed at all costs. We shouldn't need to worry about the rest of the pack after that, kill the head and the body will die" he told the nephilim. He flew slightly ahead to survey the situation, then returned to give a quick report to the shadow hunters "There's a fight going on the courtyard, no definitive winner so far. I can carry one of you directly into the courtyard, it seems there are wolves guarding the other entrances. Haste is important, as soon as Grayson realises he's outmatched he'll try to get his pack in to help, we must defeat him before they have a chance to intervene"

They finally traced the footprints to an apartment building, quite low quality but what was he expecting? "Right. Well I don't think we should just barge in there. Masque is dangerous and obviously should be treated as such" he looked at the others with a hesitant smile "Call me stupid, but I think there's a chance he can be redeemed"

 

Valister continued on his trek through the city, so far not finding anything of particular interest. It wasn't often that his sources got information wrong about what was going on in the city, especially when it came to more recent events. Valister choose to continue trusting his informants and continued looking around the area. Doing so, he'd ended up walking by an old police station.

That was when something hit his nose. Not literally hitting it for it wasn't a physical object that had hit him. It was a fragrance, fresh blood to be exact. The fragrance had cause the vampire to stop moving in his tracks and figure out where the smell was coming from. A few sniffs of the air later and it became clear that the it was coming from within the police station he'd ended up next to, but as for where. That much he hadn't figured out quite yet.

Right as he was about to figure out just were exactly the smell was coming from, something else had caught his attention. This time in the form of a wolf passing by. Normally he wouldn't think twice about this, well maybe he would've thought about it given that the wolf is running through the city, but this case was different. It looked like the wolf had someplace it was trying to get to. Before it could get too far away, Valister stopped it by grabbing on to it's tail. "Now then, why don't you tell me where it is you are going."

 

Jenny's pov:



More killing, more blood. What has the world come to? She was not sure where to began? Oh go find out more about the killing in the city. It should be fun and give you something to do. Her informant was starting to get on her nerves. She was not sure why she kept the man around. It might be something to do with that he always seemed to know much more then he should. Sure she could kill the man but, what fun would that be? If she killed him sure was sure word would get around that she did so. So for now it was best to just best to let the man live and hope that he died somehow. After walking the streets of the town for what seemed to be forever she was going to have to have a word with her informant. That was when it hit her, where would someone have information on killings. A police station of course. She was not sure why she did not think of it before. She continued to walk in town until knowing where a police station would be. All she had to do was hope that the people at the station were out eating donuts or something. She continued to walk stopping at a old looking build which caught her eyes. Getting a closer look at the building there seemed to be a police logo on the building. Well this was better then she hoped it would be. Now information would be easier then she would have ever thought. Lessoning closely she could hear something going on around the corner. She stepped around and spotted a man holding on a wolf's tail, well that was something that you did not see everyday. She stood there ready for what might come. Looking at the man closely. (Mok)

 

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Alarick glanced at Nick, frowning slightly. "Do you have psychic powers you have yet to bless us with?" He asked, turning back to look at the entrance. "Our orders are to apprehend Masque. Seeing as he has murdered several Downworlders, I will withhold my judgement on whether or not he deserves mercy. For now, we simply need to capture him and get him back to the Institute."

Alarick stepped inside the apartment building, scanning the area quickly. "Cin, take the stairs. Sien, the watch the back door. Nick, with me." He stalked forward, punching a button on the elevator. As the doors opened, he stepped inside, waiting for the younger Shadowhunter to follow before letting the doors shut, and pushing the button for the next floor. The only intel they had been able to gather was that Masque didn't live on the ground level. We'll just have to go floor by floor. He thought with a sigh, hand on his stele just in case their luck prevailed. "Nick, stay in the elevator. If you see him, do not engage by yourself." He glanced at the man to make sure heard before starting forward.

The halls were quiet, but not quiet enough. Alarick pressed his ear to the first door; nothing. He debated breaking in, but then pulled out his stele and carved the rune for Sight into the wood. The door vanished, giving him a vision of what was inside. Nothing. He went on to the next, and the next.

Finally, as he carved the rune into the wood on the door at the furthest end of the hall, he saw what he wanted. The warlock. Jerking his head silently, Alarick motioned for Nick to come over to him. They would need to work together to take this one down. Hopefully Cin and Sien were close by, working their way up their respective entrances. The more the merrier, after all.

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Brianne vaulted over a fence, feeling her runes glow, warming her skin as she used their power. She glanced up at Paragon, flying above them, the frown on her face identical to the one her twin wore half a city away. "Take me, please." The mannerism added as an afterthought. She jumped onto a crate, using the force of her speed to ricochet off the wall and reached out, grabbing Paragon's hands with her own. It wasn't particularly graceful, but it was quicker then stopping and losing momentum. "Hendrick, Roxanne! Keep your backs to each other when you get inside, and try to catch up as quick as you can!" She called back, her mind fuzzy with worry for a moment as she considered she was leaving them behind. But I have to save this life. I have to make up for the one I failed.

With that thought, she nodded to herself and held tightly to Paragon, hoping by the Angel that he wouldn't drop her.

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Stay behind? Less likely. Ash couldn't have it both ways. Either he liked her spirit, or he was telling her what to do. And Morrigan was sick of being told what to do. She darted behind him, quickly losing the warlock as he moved faster then she was able. She paused, and reached into the air. A small bluejay settled onto her fingers, soft chirps emitting from its chest. She stroked it gently, whispering to it before letting it fly free again.

The blue jay focused in on its target, the warlock darting between people, carts and cars. She set off after the bird, confident in the creature's abilities to keep up with Ash, even if she could not. Her mind turned to Ash's reaction. He seemed to actually care for the werewolf. She hoped for Rhett's sake, and her own, the werewolf would be okay. She had a feeling she didn't want to see a grief ridden Ash.

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Grayson felt his body quivering underneath the weight of the pain and depletion of strength. He was losing blood, Rhett was losing blood. With a shake of his massive head, he tossed the werewolf into the nearest wall and backed up, jaws dripping with blood stained saliva. He regarded the other werewolf with a feeling as close to respect as he could get. Rhett was the first real challenge he had in years, and the guy had a set of balls on him that would have made Grayson's father proud.

But the wolf couldn't show mercy, not even to someone as inspiring as the underdog. Grayson limped away, Changing as he walked. He grabbed the spare clothes that his beta offered and began to dress, not even looking back at Rhett. "He's all yours." He muttered, leaning a little on his beta as the werewolf helped him walk away. His pack might as well have some fun, it would be selfish to share. Grayson would never admit that he had nearly lost to Rhett, and probably would have if he had tried once more to take down the werewolf. I need to get stronger. There's only one way I know of doing so.

Several other werewolves grinned and Changed, circling Rhett as they growled and snarled.

 

Hendrick hurried along as fast as his wounds allowed him, still making a decent speed, but accordng to Roxanne who was already coming to help him along, slinging an arm around his shoulder. It was actually impairing his movement and slowing him down more than it was actually helping him, but she seemed to be determined to help him. "Roxi, you're not exactly helping, I know you mean well, but I need to be able to freely move." He said, Paragon thought it necessary to remind them of their mission. Capturing Grayson that's a good one. This bloke clearly never tried to wrestle a werewolf into submission. This was going to be a hit no attempts at capture, atleast not if it was on him.

Paragon then did a reconnaisance run and well he guessed that was kind of convenient. Normally they'd run into a situation and only then asses it and act. If they could asess it before it might give them an edge, then again this was the way things worked and he didn't mind it. When Paragon said he could take one of them to the Courtyard directly, he wanted to bring up the fact that he carried a bow as the only person having a ranged weapon, drop him on the roof and he could rain hell on the Wolf, but Brianne already took the lead and followed up on the offer. This was going to be a lot more difficult for him than he imagined, but there wasn't any going back now. He snorted at what Brianne had told Paragon. A tad of an awkward phrasing. And she told them to keep their backs to each other when inside.

Well he didn't actually intend to get in close, nice and cozy with the furballs, hence why he brought his bow, but it seemed that any form of tactical insight had gone out the window by now, overruled by impulsive emotional reactions. He looked at Roxanne as he unslung his bow and put an arrow to the string. "Alright let's get going, I am sorry I got to ask you this but if you go up front I'll cover you. Brianne in her impulsiveness forgot I am not in the best fighting condition and intended to fight from range, but alas. I'll back you up and join the melee if necessary, I just don't feel like dancing with a wolf tonight, if you don't mind." Hendrick said not really being enthousiastic.

 

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Grayson let Rhett's words slide off him like water off a duck's back. At least, he tried. It did sting, that he couldn't finish the goddamupstart, but, as his father used to say, self preservation first, honor later. Can always trick people into thinking you have honor, but you can't trick death. His thoughts were interrupted by his sensitive ears picking up the sound of bones crunching. His pack wouldn't do that. They would tear flesh, rend muscle.

He half turned, ears figuratively pricked as his beta stood by his side. Both wolves listened, and heard it; the sound of fighting. "I do believe it's best we leave this place." His beta suggested, too quietly to be heard by any ears other then Grayson's. "You are in no shape to fight." The undercurrent of words was there, but neither of them said it, for the caution of being overheard by the wrong ears. The pack is expendable, but you are not.

"Let's go then. I grow tired of the stink of this place anyway." He leaned heavily on his beta out of sight of the pack. Two more wolves flocked to him, helping to take the weight off his weakened legs as they quickly exited the abandoned police station. Only after they were gaining distance did Grayson realize they left the human boy in the basement. He glanced sidelong at his beta, who smiled, the tips of his incisors peeking out from underneath his lip. Ah, good. They didn't need any witnesses spouting out nonsense about their hunting techniques. It ruined the fun. And Grayson was planning on having plenty more of it, once he healed.

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The bird rested on Morrigan's shoulder as she darted through the alleyway towards the abandoned building. She heard Ash's voice, harsh against the snarls and growls that followed. "Go, little one." She commanded to the bird as she reached for her sword instinctively, swearing when she realized it wasn't attached to her hip. She really needed to fix that.

Clenching her hands, she looked around, mind working quickly as the level of growling increased, raising the hairs along her arms. Chirping drew her attention to a trashcan, where the blue bird perched. She stroked its head gently before peering in cautiously. A glint of metal caught her eye, and she reached in carefully, pulling out what at one point would have been a metal pole of some sort. Force had caused the metal to snap, creating a sharpened spear. It was rustic, but she gently thanked the bird before reminding it to flee the carnage that was about to occur.

Ash was already battling the werewolves with his shadow, drawing their attention away from Rhett, obviously the weaker threat. She felt bile rise in her throat at his appearance, but kept it down as she slipped around the edge of the battle to stand next to him. "Rhett, do you remember me?" She asked cautiously, hands reaching forward, anxious to help. Her fingers fluttered uselessly just above the torn skin and ligaments as her eyes widened. There was so much damage. How could someone recover from this?

"Rhett, it's Morrigan. Let's go, before-" She whipped around, instinct driving her as she shoved the spear through the throat of one of the wolves. It stared into her horrified eyes before choking. She tried to wrench the spear out as the werewolf made a gurgling noise, but her arms shook too hard. "Fucking Angel's tits." She swore as the wolf stumbled back, yanking her only weapon from her hands. Well, not her only weapon. Hello unconsciousness, my old friend. She whispered the words of magic, calling the vines from the building. They began to weave towards her, braiding against each other to form a barrier. She waited with baited breath, hoping the magic would be enough to keep the wolves from reaching her or Rhett as she gently motioned for him to back up. "Let's just....rest here." She suggested, pointing towards a corner of the wall, her hands shaking as the magic began to take its toll.

"Just keep quiet, and maybe they-" She paused, the hair on the back of her neck rising. A wolf with amber eyes licked its lips, saliva dripping from its teeth as it approached her. "No." She said firmly, standing in front of Rhett with her arms at her sides, hands clenched. "I won't let you." Her stomach roiled as her mind tried to grapple with the notion that she had just taken her first life, and was about to take another. Or attempt, anyway.

 

Nick nodded at his allies, and tried the door handle. It was not locked. They entered

Masque was continuing his painting. He'd taken off the mask earlier, it was hard to paint with. Suddenly there was movement at the door. Who? He looked over with horror as Nephilim began to enter.
"NO!" He hissed and tried to cover his face with his hands "DON'T LOOK AT ME!" he shrieked shrilly, as he backed away to a corner of the room. Collapsing to his feet, tears began to fall down his face. How had he been so careless? How had he let himself be captured? Maybe he wanted to be captured, somehow. Nevertheless punishment must be delivered. A knife gleamed on the table, which he scrabbled to pick up, and pressed the blade against his skin, preparing for the incision...

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Paragon, bearing Brianne in his arms, flew above the walls. Hacking into the lights of the station, he switched them on and created a spotlight on the wolf attacking Morrigan. With a flourish, he landed on the werewolf and knocked it to the ground. "Worry not. I'm here" A swift kick to the werewolf's head and it was unconscious. "Grayson's gone" he muttered "Brianne, you and the nephilim are able to defeat the pack, I'm sure. I'm going to try and track down Grayson. Sorry for leaving you so soon" With a bow to the fellow fairy and the wolf who was on their side, he fluttered into the sky. The good thing about the city was the sheer amount of cameras. After flcking through various CCTV cameras, he found what he was looking for. The pack leader leaving the station, with several other werewolves. He beelined towards where they were and flew above the group, out of their reach. "Grayson Keller" he stated, one of his guns pointed at the alpha's forehead "This won't be my first assassination"

 

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Alarick followed Nick in, his wary eyes sweeping the apartment. The shrill cry of the warlock sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins as he searched for the source. Cin turned to say something, but all Alarick had eyes for was the gleaming weapon Masque had picked up. He darted around Nick, jumping forward and grabbing for the knife. By the Angel, I should have let Brianne do this. She was the more compassionate one. But then again, perhaps it was better he was here, as he removed the weapon from Masque's possession and held the warlock's wrists in his hands, careful not to let their skin touch.

The way he was acting...it was as though he was a child. Brianne really should be here. But he was the one who had come, and so he would be the one to somehow deal with....this.

Cin's words finally penetrated the cloud of instincts and action that had surrounded his brain, and he spoke without taking his eyes from the warlock.
"No one is going to harm him. Unless you try to run." He spoke quietly, voice soothing. At least, the best he could do to make a soothing tone.

"Now I have to look you over to make sure you don't have any injuries or weapons, and then I need to put a rune around you to keep you from casting magic. Once I do that, no one will look at you, I give you my word as a Shadowhunter." He paused, trying to wrap his mind around this strange situation.

"I have to do this whether you cooperate or not. You can make this easy, and I'll get it done quickly, or you can struggle and I'll get those fellows to help me. So what's it going to be?" he asked Masque, his voice still soft.

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Brianne's stomach flipped on itself as Paragon carried her through the air. For being the descendant of an Angel, she had a strange fear of flying. Never the less, as she landed safely on the ground, whipping her stele out, she glanced at the fairy Paragon had just saved. And then beyond that..."Rhett!" Her hand clenched the handle of her blade tightly as she gritted her teeth. Of course you'd say that. Even as you're dying. "Sorry, those wings were on loan." Brianne replied to Rhett, swallowing past the sudden dryness in her throat. She didn't have to look far to see Ash, wielding his hatchet as proficiently as any warrior of legend. By the Angel, he's old enough to be one. She glared after Paragon, but stepped in front of the two behind her just in time to cut down another wolf, its blood splattering her clothes.

"Ash, I can cover you!" She called to him, tossing her hair out of her face. "You have to save Rhett!" She didn't think it necessary to admit her backup was a little farther behind her, but hopefully, (she hoped), they would catch up quickly. She was sure they were both pisssed, but Rhett's life was worth it.

"If you don't do something, he's going to die!" She shouted, cutting back another wolf who was trying to sneak around to snatch a bite at Morrigan. What was the deal with the fairy, anyway?

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Morrigan had flinched as Paragon landed on the wolf, dispatching it quickly. "Wait!" She called after him, her heart tugging as his wings extended and disappeared. She couldn't help the jealousy, but she wouldn't have minded fixing the confusion as she realized she couldn't place Paragon at the Seelie Court. But...there were no outcast fairies, none for a hundred years, and those that hadn't made their way back to the Seelie Queen's good graces didn't live here. They certainly wouldn't have helped her out.

As the other fairy disappeared, Morrigan was dragged from her thoughts by Rhett's voice. Even she, a stranger to battle, could tell he was fading fast. It was no surprise, but it hurt her to know she could do next to nothing. Kneeling besides his fallen form, she tore most of the skirt off of her dress, drastically shortening the clothing as she pressed the cloth to the wounds on Rhett's chest. "Just stay here, okay?" She murmured, her face tight with worry. She hadn't know the werewolf very long, really at all, but he was such an innocent soul that it hurt to see him in such pain.

"Just stay with me. Ash will be here soon, and the..." He had called her Brianne. Judging by the runes that glowed on her skin, she was a Shadowhunter. "Brianne is here too. You'll be okay."

She hoped the words weren't just a comforting lie.

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Grayson paused, the members of his pack snarling around him as they formed a protective circle. "I wouldn't doubt that." he called to Paragon, his eyes narrowing in defiance at the mouth of the gun that no doubt carried silver bullets. If this fairy knew his name, he obviously knew what he was, and was targeting him for something he had done. Which, to be fair, there weren't a lot of hobbies he indulged in. But they hadn't eaten any fairies yet.

"But why would you murder me? For simply embracing what I am?" He swept his arm around the werewolves that surrounded him. "We are literally transformed by the disease we carry, with no choice or say in the matter. What can you do as a werewolf? Be a drug dog?" He snorted, eyes flashing. "Vampires are allowed ways to feed and curb their appetite, yet we are not offered the same. What are we supposed to do? Try and suppress ourselves when the wolf half is just as prominent as the human half? I don't see the vampires doing the same. And wolves need to hunt. So what would you have me do, fey?"

One of the wolves left his side to try and gain some ground on the form in the sky. Grayson let him go, keeping the attention of the fairy with his words.

 

Roxanne called him old man and sure he was older than her but not that old. He didn't remark on it though "It's alright, you wanted to help that's what counts." He said in response to her apology. He smiled when she asked him if she had forgotten that she'd protect him. It just wouldn't be as easy as Roxanne would think, no plan survived contact with the enemy. He followed her towards the door and stood a few paces backwards from the door and pulled the bowstring back. A pained grimace flashed across his face as his muscles worked, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. With the arrow drawn he nodded towards Roxanne and said "Alright, open up the door I got you covered."

They were on their own as Paragon had taken Brianne to the courtyard, they had to move quickly, if they didn't want to be bringing back Brianne's corpse, if they even brought anything back at all. He'd follow Roxanne through the building as quickly as the pack would allow them to. Grayson was trivial in his eyes as long as they all survived the ordeal then he didn't care if the wolf got away or not. After all he didn't want to go to Mr Perfect to tell him his little sister had gotten killed on his watch. He already didn't like him to much, but if that happened he doubted if he would still be a Nephilim following that.