Aftermath
When I heard the news about Harry I decided to take a walk. In a dark alleyway. At night.
Where's my first problem?
I couldn't let the Georgia and the others see me, Billy, the fearless leader of the Alphas, break down after even this bad of news. I had to be the one to stand strong and toughen up and get everyone through it and so on…
So here I am crying in an alleyway. All alone. At night. Yep, nothing bad could possibly happen.
Can anyone give a lesson on the word foreshadowing?
As I stand there the lesson comes in the painful way. A blast of pure kinetic energy blows up in my face and throws me ten feet in the air into a brick wall. The force deafens my and I'm too disoriented to stand up so what do I do?
Say "Ow."
Nobody ever accused me of being too sophisticated.
My attacker starts walking up the alleyway and by the time he gets to me I'm still lying in shock. He gets up to me and puts his foot on my stomach.
After he got to me he leaned in real close and almost whispered "Now that the wizards gone this city is mine."
It looked like it was night night time for Billy when I suddenly saw shadows crawling overhead. I smiled and looked directly at my attacker.
"Hey buddy, you want the city then you get everything that comes with it."
Suddenly a large black wolf-like thing pounces down onto the attacker and knocked him halfway down the alley. As he turned to look at it I, myself turned into one of said wolf-like things.
Forgot to mention. Me and my posse are what some would call werewolves.
As I felt my senses sharpen and gained strength I looked about for the black-coated attacker. I suddenly felt the slight tingle of my senses and just barely had time to dodge the next burst of energy. I turned to its source and took off at a sprint.
As I ran my vision picked up even the lightest movement of shadows. It was those shadows I stuck to to cover my approach. As the last bit of distance between my and the attacker closed I pounced into the air and let out a battle howl that was matched by the other Alphas that were attacking the black coated wizard.
Well, I thought it was a battle howl until I hit his shield at full force and saw the others shouting in warning.
The force of my pounce was enough to break bones and believe me it did when it was redirected. From what I had leaned from Harry, shields could stop, absorb, or redirect energy. These three different shield types were determined by how much power the wizard had. And from what I gathered, the wizards who redirected the power had a hell of a lot more than the others.
When my redirected force hit me I went flying back to almost the same exact position I started my run. But this time I had something to break my fall. A pile of glass.
Ow.
When I said ow before I wasn't considering this. I don't care what anybody thinks, when you go into a pile of glass like a wrecking ball it freaking hurts. Oh, and after that you get to think of all the fun of pulling said glass out.
I looked up and saw Georgas long werewolf form fly down the alley. Coming strait at me of course.
When she collided with me I not only broke her fall but I also got that damn glass shoved even further into my not-as-tick-as-I-had-once-thought hide.
So this one guy had not only just beaten the crap out me as a werewolf, but had sent our collective Asses to the curb in about a minute. That really sucks.
As we all turned to wait for our deaths we saw him whisper a word into the air and literally sink into the ground.
What. The. Hell.