Watson looked at the case and sighed. "Holmes you have to stop doing that." he knew one day he will not be there to protect his friend. He did not know what Watson was and he wanted to keep it that way. That was about to change. "Oh come now Watson. You know as well as I that..." that did it. Without thinking, Watson turned into Tracker, his wolf form. Holmes stared with surprise at the furious white wolf glaring at him.
Before long, Watson regained some control of himself. "I'm sorry Holmes." he murmured running out the door, still in Tracker's form. Watson did not know that Holmes was just surprised that he was not the only one in London that could change into a wolf. His brother's form was any kind of cat. "Watson! Wait!" he called after his friend, leaping over the couch as he turned into Hunter, his wolf form.
Hunter was jet black and just an inch taller than Tracker. He rushed out thanking any Province that was listening that the doors was still ajar. "Watson! Where are you?" he called as he ran though the park every now and then stopping to sniff the air and pick the trail back up. He knew his friend would have came here. Where was he? Then Holmes saw another black wolf in front of him. His scent said BlackHeart, aggressive, looking for a fight.
Holmes began to back off. Despite his color and devil may care personality he was very peaceful and never fought for fun. The other wolf continued to head toward him. Holmes braced himself for the attack when a white wolf about 3 feet by 4 inches tall leapt in front of him. Wait, white fur!
'Watson!' Holmes cried in his head. The other wolf continued to fight BlackHeart but the face of a smiling white wolf appeared in his mind. Holmes was about to help when the wolf bit Watson's neck, drawing a howl of pain from him.
'No Holmes! I'll handle this!' his friend told him. Even in his mind Holmes could hear the pain in his friend's voice. He considered disobeying and helping. 'No! Let me handle it. Now be quite' he obeyed his friend was in pain but his voice spoke of strength. He watched waiting for his friend to let him help.
BlackHeart had pinned Watson. Before Holmes could jump to his aid, Watson had managed to free himself. He shot his friend a bemused look, shook his head and continued to fight. 'Your just like my twin brother, Jack' he said mentally. Holmes waited muscles tense ready to leap to Watson's aid. He eyed his friend worriedly. He was still bleeding from the wound on his neck, and there was deep claw marks and bites.