Fighting the Bloodlust
Brody was coming up on Ignacio fast, he could smell him. The hunter had not been strategic enough in planting his snares. There were very few located at the direction in which Brody was coming.
Brody could feel his bloodlust coming on slowly. He knew that Bracken and Draco were in the throws of a savage and relentless bloodlust. Brody was almost there, close enough to get to Ignacio, the slow onset of bloodlust was allowing him to change. He took full advantage of it and turned into a huge charcoal grey wolf, leaving his clothes behind in the underbrush. He was coming up on Ignacio fast, he needed to reach him before the bloodlust was fully upon him.
He now had Ignacio in his sight, and what he saw didn't make things any better. Ignacio was poised to shoot the two snarling and thrashing wolves before him, taking careful aim of the white wolf. He was gorgeous and he was sure his coat would fetch a fair price. Werewolf skins were hard to come by. He didn't want to circle the beasts, incase he drew attention to himself. This would take timing, and finesse and Ignacio was a very arrogant man.
Just as he released an arrow from his cross bow, Brody had pounced on Ignacio from behind. Ignacio let out a cry of pure terror. Brody had flipped Ignacio on his back, in desperate search of his jugular, pinning Ignacio to the ground, enveloped in the rush of fear raging through Ignacio's veins. He started to tear his throat out himself, but without a word, Brody picked up Ignacio and threw him to his fellow wolves, and watched as Ignacio eyes widened in fear and surprise, and then in seconds, his body was mangled and ripped.
The fight against the bloodlust had not become impossible and Brody joined in with Draco and Bracken, shredding the body and all the bloody meat that had been left around. Brody was so lost, that the new scent that had come wafting in their direction, didn't register in their minds.
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Hermione heard the fight before she even reached the small clearing where the three wolves were feeding. She didn't trust the sounds, so she climbed into a nearby tree in order to see what was going on.
Before her eyes, she saw three wolves on the attack, and it appeared they were eating someone. Hermione thought she was going to toss her cookies. It was the goriest thing she had seen since Lord Voldemort. She wasn't sure how long she would have to stay in that tree, but she wasn't moving.
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"May I help you?" The lady asked when she opened the door. She was wary and a little frightened. The two men standing before her were hooded, and wore dark, rather shabby clothing. They stood very tall, well over six feet.
"We seek the mother of the girl who wears the red cloak." Troy said.
"Are you friends of Hermione's?" The woman asked, still being cautious. She studied the two young men as they removed their hoods, Troy's black hair and bright blue eyes practically bewitched her. He was devastatingly handsome. Ewan with his chestnut colored hair and rich brown eyes, looked for all the world like a good-looking school boy, which is pretty much what he was. He was barely older than Draco.
"Yes and no. We don't know her personally, but we needed to make sure we had reached the correct cottage. You and your daughter and in danger, you must come with us." Troy replied.
"Come with you where?"
"Back to our lair, and we need to move quickly. What is your name ma'am?" Ewan said.
"Bianca. Why, what's going on?" Bianca asked.
"Your mother was murdered last night," Troy said gently, "by a seer. She seeks to have power and control over this area."
Bianca felt as if someone had kicked her hard in the stomach. She was on the brink of hysteria when one of the young men shook her.
"I know this is hard for you, but we need to move you before she finds you." Troy said.
"Hermione, she isn't safe, I must get to her."
"There are others watching over her, they will find her." Ewan responded.
"Who are you really?" Bianca choked out.
"We're Guardians. We have been sent to protect you." With that, Bianca fainted dead away. It was for the best. Troy threw her over his shoulder, as if she weighted nothing. The two men walked quickly over to a seemingly regular tree. Without another thought, they walked right into the tree, and through it. On the other side was a small village, unlike anyone had ever seen.
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Calla called at the cottage, but no one was home. She wasn't worried, Bianca was a very busy and popular witch, however Bianca would need to be dealt with sooner rather than later. The sooner all these lose ends were tied up, the sooner Calla would have everything under her control.