How Asher was supposed to do that, he had no idea, but he stopped long enough to reach under the bed and yank out a pillowcase wrapped object, giving the edge of it a quick yank to reveal a shiny silver dagger, the handle wrapped in leather in such a way as to protect the one holding it from coming into contact with the metal. "Pen, don't," he warned, running full speed down the hallway to catch up with her.
Two figures were already stalking into the living room with purpose, another--no, fuck, two more--coming out of the kitchen, and at least one more was snarling and fighting with the chain on the heavy front door, trying to get it the rest of the way open. Asher barely had time to register the sound of a sudden commotion outside before he saw all four of the intruders zero in on his naked mate, and he realized--the Haze. They weren't used to it, these pieces of Culling trash. Hoping he was making the right decision, Asher ducked to one side to dart behind them and sink the silver dagger into one of their backs, plunging it into the flesh again and again until the snarling werewolf twisted and grabbed for him to shove him back into the wall. Pictures knocked off the wall with the sound of shatteting glass, but Asher merely snarled and launched himself right back into the frey.
Outside, Tyleigh bashed one of the men fighting to get into front door against the outer brick wall, over and over until he stopped moving, then with more strength than she'd ever possessed, hauled the body up and hurled it out into the forest. The other one had already ran around the house, and she followed after him with an angry sound caught somewhere between a snarl and a howl. She grabbed him just as he was trying to jump through the broken window, yanked him back and snapped his neck so hard she nearly tore his head off. Shoving the broken body down, she jumped up into the window herself and stormed through the kitchen, towards the sound of the fight in the living room--covered in blood and gouges that should've incapacitated her at the very least. But she was beyond the ability to feel any pain, at least in the moment, eyes blazing, more wolf than woman, more wild animal than rational, thinking creature.
Mine. They hurt what's mine. Kill them ALL for it.
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Two figures were already stalking into the living room with purpose, another--no, fuck, two more--coming out of the kitchen, and at least one more was snarling and fighting with the chain on the heavy front door, trying to get it the rest of the way open. Asher barely had time to register the sound of a sudden commotion outside before he saw all four of the intruders zero in on his naked mate, and he realized--the Haze. They weren't used to it, these pieces of Culling trash. Hoping he was making the right decision, Asher ducked to one side to dart behind them and sink the silver dagger into one of their backs, plunging it into the flesh again and again until the snarling werewolf twisted and grabbed for him to shove him back into the wall. Pictures knocked off the wall with the sound of shatteting glass, but Asher merely snarled and launched himself right back into the frey.
Outside, Tyleigh bashed one of the men fighting to get into front door against the outer brick wall, over and over until he stopped moving, then with more strength than she'd ever possessed, hauled the body up and hurled it out into the forest. The other one had already ran around the house, and she followed after him with an angry sound caught somewhere between a snarl and a howl. She grabbed him just as he was trying to jump through the broken window, yanked him back and snapped his neck so hard she nearly tore his head off. Shoving the broken body down, she jumped up into the window herself and stormed through the kitchen, towards the sound of the fight in the living room--covered in blood and gouges that should've incapacitated her at the very least. But she was beyond the ability to feel any pain, at least in the moment, eyes blazing, more wolf than woman, more wild animal than rational, thinking creature.
Mine. They hurt what's mine. Kill them ALL for it.