Ch.2

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Victoria Vega was currently mentally kicking herself. What self-respecting lycan would intentially put themselves in the middle of a fight between a demi-demon and an obvious hunter? Both were far from allies, but it was a well-known fact that a hunter would sooner kill her kind than a Wendigo would. If anything she should have grabbed a comfortable seat in a well hidden area and watched the show while enjoying a nice pint of ale. Unfortunately, the tavern had closed hours ago in this little miner's town and her conscious just wouldn't have anything to do with letting some human get themselves eaten.

But now she was stuck making a hard decision. She didn't know much about the demi-demon in front of her but she knew her human form wasn't going to cut it. At the same time though, Tori was well aware that revealing herself to this human could put her in more danger than just chancing it with the 'Whennie". While she wasn't worried that she couldn't handle some little huntress coming after her, Beck wouldn't be very happy with her exposing herself like that. She could always kill the human after finishing off the Wendigo but what the hell sense would that make? Tori was already in deep and she was just going to have to suck it up and see how it played out.

Eyeing the huge demi-demon in front of her, she couldn't help but smirk at his appearance. Demons were so ugly sometimes and he was no exception. She said as much, "No wonder you hide inside your dinner. With a face like that, I'd become a lowly parasite too."

"You bitch." He sneered at her. All of his teeth threatened to take over his scrunched, hairy face. The horns in his head curled to deadly points like a ram and the two thick legs he stood on ended in massive hooves. While the top half of the demons body was covered in a shiny skeletal armor, the lower half seemed to be all thick dark fur. He was easily the stuff of nightmares. Tori chuckled.

"Now I thought we agreed to cool it with the dog jokes." While she couldn't change form completely, nothing was stopping her from enhancing certain beneficial features. Clawing her hand, she revealed deadly nails to only the demi-demon in front of her.

"I don't make deals with your kind." He tensed, shifting as if readying to pounce.

With a glance to the woman she just saved, afforded a better view by the new stance of the beast in front of her, Tori was almost impressed at the other woman's fighting stance. She knew the dark beauty in front of her had come very close to death and yet, surprisingly, the woman met Tori's gaze head on; as if saying she would follow her lead.

Cocking her head smartly, Tori smiled a thin smile. "Good because I wasn't offering you one." Before more could be said, he was on her.

They collided like two solid rock structures. Neither budged but only met, hand in hand, grappling for dominance. Tori had hoped that she would be fast enough to rip through his chest to tear out his heart- she would have quickly claimed a lucky stab with the knife that was currently in her boot to the huntress- but that was not to be. She instantly realized there was going to be no fooling her completely.

Shaking out of her thoughts, Tori decided to just make it out alive without having to show her true hide. Slipping a foot behind his right hoof, the deceptively strong woman sent him flying over her shoulder and onto his back. Catching a glimpse of the hunter's surprised face she smirked, might as well enjoy it. How many times did one get to save one of those self-assured, asshole hunters anyway? Never. She was going to milk this. Beck be damned.

Spinning back towards her opponent, only to find him up and moving towards her at an alarming speed, Tori dodged another head on collision. As he stumbled, she kicked out and delivered a crushing sidekick to his knee joint. The snapping of bone was overly audible in the otherwise silent night. The demi-demon practically howled with pain.

She was about to deliver another kick to his face when something caught her by the side of her face and sent her headfirst into the hard packed dirt of semi-fresh grave. At first, she thought that the hunter was a half-wit and had attacked her. But when another set of equally large hooves came into view from her place on the ground, she felt dread begin to knot in her stomach.

Did Wendigo's travel in packs? She had no idea, demi-demons and demons were so various that she hadn't sat down to figure out every single minute detail of their breeds. But there was the niggling feeling that she had just walked face first into a hornets nest. Squinting up through her now messy brown locks, she could see the sneer of one very angry looking Wendigo. Huffing, Tori couldn't help but start kicking herself again. Damn stupid hunter and damn stupid conscious.

The words, 'fuck it', immediately ran through her head as she smiled inwardly, pleased that she had worn trousers instead of a stifling dress like the hunter was in. It was so much easier to replace men's clothes than it was to replace petticoats and frocks. With a violent twist of her body, she spun up and onto four very large midnight paws. While her kind were only slightly larger than normal wolves, they were stronger, faster, and more capable than their counterparts.

Snarling, Tori's sharp mind very accurately reevaluated her current predicament. There were five of them, not counting the one that she had fell earlier. Even though she was confident in her abilities, five demons was a bit much for one shape shifter to take on all at once. A distinct rustling made her ears perk and soon she was joined by the woman she had been trying to save. If Tori could talk she would have choked on her tongue in her attempt to convey her surprise.

"Look here," The woman's voice was low, melodious, and hinted at deep Germanic roots. "I'm not much for any type of evil. But I do know how and when to choose my battles, Ulf."

Tori just gave a huff at the obvious German slur for wolf. The hunter smiled a thin smile down at her and Tori could see a slight maniacal humor in those green orbs. The now wolf completely understood what it felt like to be crazy with relief. If the huntress wanted to make terrible jokes, who was she to argue? As long as they got out of this alive, the woman could throw a saddle on her back and call her pony.

Without much prompting after that, Tori threw herself onto the first Wendigo that she could get to. Her jaws snapped down on the beast's neck with a deadly force. Her mouth filled with the metallic tang of its blood as she tore the flesh right away with amazing ease. Not a second later she had downed another one and was really feeling herself.

When she had finished off demon number two, Tori turned and caught the third one in its hind leg with a solid swipe of her paw. It whipped around, taking its focus off of the huntress who had been doing a decent job at holding it back just long enough for the dark human to impale it through the back with a wicked looking blade.

Caught off guard while starring at the swift and efficient moves of what she thought was a completely helpless huntress, Tori heard more than felt the tearing away of thick flesh. It took her a breath to feel the excruciating searing pain of flesh separating from bone. Not stopping to comprehend what had happened, she let instinct take over and launched herself at the offending creature.

It was a mess of blood and gore as the black wolf dug enlarged canines into the thick hide of the demi-demon. When it was done, a wild and wounded Tori swung around, ready to attack, only to catch the tail end of the human cleanly separating the top part of the last Wendigo's scalp from the rest of its thick head.

Panting from not only the serious wound on her flank but also from just the exhilaration of the fight itself, Tori collapsed on her uninjured side. The thud of her hitting the ground made the human turn to face her, crossbow firmly locked in her direction.

If Tori wasn't burning through and through from the wound the damn demi-demon had inflicted on her, she would have mauled the woman's pretty face off. But, as it was, her muscles were stiffening up in a way that was so painful she couldn't make the shift back. She wasn't healing. Again, she thought about how little she actually knew of the monsters she had just faced down. Were these body snatching cannibals poisonous?

A whimper escaped her snarling lips, followed by a low growl at how weak she was acting. Tori couldn't help but curse everything again. Damn this ungrateful hunter! Damn her own stupid conscious! And certainly damn all venomous demi-demons straight back to where they came from!