TW: This chapter has gore in it. Be warned! Happy reading!!

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I screamed and ducked when Trevor, using Midnight's claws and teeth, leapt at me, claws out and teeth bared. Crouching low, I was pressed almost flat to the floor.

Trevor gave a roar, pure hatred in the golden eyes of Midnight. "I should have killed you when I had the chance instead of running away like a coward," He snarled, walking step by slow step closer.

He was monologuing. Thank God he loves to talk, I thought before getting up and moving backwards. I had to find something quick to use as a weapon; literally anything would be good right about now.

"I should have shot all of you with that stupid dart gun, then I should have killed you all." He was shouting now, his words coming out rapidly. "I would have gotten a lot of money if you weren't there to fuck everything up. You should never have been there in the first place; I had a whole plane. Befriend those retarted mutts then strike when they least expected it,"

I heard something moving behind me and risked a look, seeing if it was one of those creepy assassins or not. To my luck, it wasn't. But it was too dark to see what was there, but I had no other choice but to keep walking back as Trevor advanced towards me with hungry eyes for murder.

"Then, at first when you came to town, I thought you'd be easy to fool. Win over with my charm. But," he chuckled darkly. "I guess someone beat me to the punch," He spat, referring to Hamish.

I stepped back and tripped on something. I tried to stop my fall, my hands grabbing out and purchasing nothing but air. I fell hard on my tailbone and I gave a cry out in pain. Trevor only laughed.

"Stupid, stupid, girl." He snarled. "You have to watch the merchandise," He said.

Merchandise? I thought as I looked down to see a bag. A very familiar bag. Working on pure instinct, I tore open the plastic bag that was moving and found red-tinted-black fur. Ignoring Trevor's yells, I pulled Spitfire out and got up.

"You know, Trevor, this isn't a good place to keep your exotic pets," I said just as I felt Spitfire wrap around me. It was fast acting, her joining with me; I felt her burrow under my skin, felt her power ruining through my veins once more. Only this time I was ready and I was fired up. I gave a snarl as Spitfire shaped my body, snapping and recreating new bones to accommodate her to form; fur grew and my clothes tore off as I grew into Spitfire.

Soon, Spitfire was standing tall and proud, looking down at Trevor and... Packmate, Spitfire whined, scenting first Greybeard—who smelled of pumpkins and spices. Then Spitfire scented Midnight. She had never met Midnight until now, but she knows that overall distinctive scent of the Knights of St. Christopher. One she is taking on herself.

Trevor was shaping into Midnight, too. Midnight soon was standing there in all his glory, chest out and head raised. Spitfire tried to get through to him, but to no avail; he was enraged and was influenced by Trevor's hatred.

He roared and launched himself at Spitfire, who dodged. Snarling with annoyance and pensiveness, Spitfire swiped out with clawed paws, striking Midnight across the chest. He roared in pain as his packmate did that; but he ignored it and launched at Spitfire again, who was still weak from being pumped full of sedatives from the last time she was using this Champion.

After what had seemed like eternity, Spitfire was already on the ground, breathing heavy. She staggered up, and roared at Midnight, "What are you doing?"

"What I am bounded to do," Midnight roared back, words meaning one thing, but his actions being opposite. He prepared to cast a final blow before a streak of white-grey tackled him.

Tundra had made it.

Spitfire scented Timber's Champion—she smelled of barbeque and smoke—and saw her standing there and looking at Spitfire in shock and amazement. Spitfire snarled at her, gesturing with her head behind her at Greybeard. Timber's Champion nodded and rushed over to Greybeard's prison.

Spitfire was soon up and standing beside Tundra, who was taller than her, and Trevor taller than both Tundra and Spitfire.

Words whispered in both Tundra's and Spitfire's ears. Spitfire snarled as Tundra roared, lunging at Midnight.

"Brother," Tundra roared. "What have you done?"

"What I must," Midnight snarled in return, eyes casting a sorrowful look as he struck his brethren in arms across the face, scarring his muzzle.

Tundra roared in pain as he grabbed Midnight and threw him to the side. Midnight crashed through brown wooden boxes, and all was silent.

Midnight gave a groan, staggering up and shaking his head. His golden eyes snapped up and locked on Tundra's silver-blue ones. Roaring he rushed at Tundra, and he in turn met him in the middle in a flurry of tooth and claw.

Spitfire lunged forward to only be tossed back by Midnight, who was snapping his jaws at both Spitfire and Tundra.

Midnight was about ready to rear up and deliver another blow when Tundra, as quick and cunning as he was, leaned forward at Midnights throat and shook. Midnight gave an ear-splitting screech as he was tossed onto the floor. Midnight sagged, blood dripping from his wounds and onto the floor; creating a pool of it. Trevor was soon there, marks from teeth and claws littered his skin as bruises appeared.

Tundra melted away and Hamish was standing there, a foot or so shorter than Spitfire.

Trevor gave a snarling look. "You fucking mutt," He spat, blood coating his teeth and lips. Hamish looked at him, his face twisted in anger as blood oozed out of the three marks along his face and nose from when Midnight scratched Tundra.

"You have crossed the line," Hamish snarled. He had a look of pure aggression that I have not seen yet, it was almost terrifying, and I was so glad that it wasnt at me.

Spitfire snorted in angry agreement. She was standing just behind Hamish and staring daggers at Trevor. Trevor gave a laugh. "What are you gonna do? Kill me?" Trevor laughed, looking between Hamish and Spitfire. "For what I did to both you, your pack of mutts and your little girlfriend?"

Hamish stood back, crossing his arms across his bloodied chest. "No," Hamish said. "Mazikeen can do that herself," He said, stepping back and looking back at Spitfire.

Spitfire snarled in approval, stalking forward and licking her bloody chops. She has been waiting so long to stop bad people, that this almost seemed like a dream to Spitfire. She stopped just before Trevor, who was cowering now, and snorted in his face. Trevor gave out a scream just as Spitfire's jaws closed around his head and one of her clawed paws held down his body.

"Scream as loud as you want," Spitfire rumbled, remembering what this creature had yapped to her Champion. "No one can hear you." She gave a gruff growl, one of amusement and as close to a laugh as a beast like she could get. She yanked her head upwards, detaching Trevor's skull from his body, silencing his screams.

She spat out the head, it thumping and rolling on the ground, some of the spine still attached, and looked at Tundra's Champion.

Spitfire gave a wolfish grin that turned morphed into my grin when Spitfire retracted. I rushed over and engulfed Hamish in a hug.

Hamish wrapped strong arms around me, breathing in my scent. "I'm glad you're okay," Hamish murmured in my ear.

I laughed as his breath tickled my ear. "I'm glad you are, too," I said, pulling away and wiping the blood from his face, and off of the newly healed wound. Hamish ran his hand over the scar on my back, making me shiver.

"As sweet as this is," Randall, who had finally been able to shift back, said. "We need to get out of here, like, now."

Lilith had grabbed a lab coat off of a coat hanger on the wall and handed it to Randall. He shrugged it on, and looked over at Hamish and I looked past Hamish's shoulder to see his own robe.

Lilith tossed me the other lab coat, and I slipped it on. Hamish walked over and put his robe back on and turned to his friends. "Alright, are we ready to go?" He asked. I looked around at this wretched place. I saw some vials and walked over. I picked up the trays of them, grabbing a dozen and a few unused syringes, and smashed them on the floor, rendering them useless.

I looked back at Hamish. "Yup, now we can go." I said, walking back to the others while pocketing the vials and syringes. Lilith looked at me. "Why are you keeping those? You plan on using it on us?" She half-joked. I shook my head.

"Never know when these might prove useful," I said as we all walked out of the abandoned building without a backward glance.

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