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The odd group of four was running down the hallway, keeping an eye out for any other fiends.

"So where exactly did you hide the tablet?" Larry asked as they turned a corner.

Myth got a look of deep thought, "Uh, I forgot."

"WHAT!" Amelia and Larry asked as they halted to a stop and Larry getting toppled on top of Amelia as Myth collided with her.

Larry looked up to see the bright circle of pale sapphire turning into a sea foam green encased by the ocean blue eyes that have haunted him for the past couple months.

They were almost touching noses as Amelia felt her stomach flip from the close contact.

"What's the rumpus ace?" she whispered as she leaned in further.

"Amelia," Larry whispered. He has been waiting for this since he had seen her fly off that night.

They weren't aware that their annoying companion was in a spot of trouble.

"Are you guys going to smack or are you going to help us out here?" Annie Oakley called out.

Larry and Amelia looked over to see Annie reloading her gun and taking aim at the werewolf pinning Myth to the wall.

"No! Only silver bu-" Myth struggled to say but the gun fired and hit the werewolf.

The werewolf was thrust aside from the close contact of the gun shot, and Myth was freed but she turned to face the legendary shot.

"You idiot! Only silver bullets will damage or kill it," Myth screamed at Annie.

Amelia and Larry had gotten up but were still embraced in a hug.

"Whose idea was to make it vulnerable to silver only?" Larry asked accusingly.

"Like I was expecting you rotten humans to encounter one!" Myth raged but was quickly calmed.

She looked at the floor and glared at the other three.

"Now you have only angered it," she whispered in a threatening tone.

Larry, Amelia, and Annie all looked at her…or rather, what was behind her.

The wolf was standing behind her, panting deeply as if it was calm before the storm anger that was going to be unleashed.

"Run, I'll catch up later," Myth said, keeping as still as possible.

"That's crazy talk," Annie said, keeping aim on the werewolf.

"As much as I agree and admire your jargon, I think we should listen to her," Amelia said, moving her hand to bring the gun down slowly.

"Go down the hall and take a left," Myth whispered quickly, "It'll take you to the music hall."

"What about you?" Larry asked beginning to move back, not letting go of Amelia.

"I have myself to worry about me," Myth said, "Find the music hall."

Annie began to look weary as she started to walk back as well.

"Go," Myth said, "NOW!"

The werewolf roared as it brought back its clawed hand and swung down to hit Myth. She hopped up and landed on its back as it thrashed about trying to throw her off.

"Come on!" Larry said, tugging Amelia away. Annie follows after them as the werewolf howls in frustration.

"Of all the stupid things I have done for any type of beings," Myth muttered to herself as she hung on for dear life.

The werewolf began to throw itself against the walls, to some avail.

"Where – oof! – is some – ouch! – silver – ow! – when I need it!" Myth said and the werewolf hit into a wall and dislodged one of the candelabra that hung on the wall for the lighting system.

It landed in front of her and she picked it up with one hand while having a death grip on the wolf's fur. Before she could determine it was silver, however, the wolf bashed his head into it while trying to bite behind him.

The werewolf became still and a second later fell over limp as the hair fell off and revealed the man inside the beast.

"Ugh," Myth got up, candelabra still in hand. She looked from it to the man lying on the floor.

"Huh, guess my luck has turned," she said.

She then proceeded down the hall toward the rest of the gang. As she was going she reached for the wall and pulled her book out once again and began to study it. Just because she helped the humans escape didn't mean she was still going to let go of her grudge.