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Jack slid from the vehicle and stood looking at the creature stalking towards him. Ianto's entire face was a bloody mask, his hair slicked back and his mouth openly panting as he approached and Jack saw the blade in his hand. Not the one usually in his boot but a viscous blade with a hooked end to it, a hunter's blade.

"Tiger?"

"Two more are in the house" Ianto said calmly as he examined the knife he had taken from his first kill out back "The kids and Luce are hiding in the woods. Sorry… forest. Two in the house left. Come on … let's finish it."

Then Ianto turned and simply walked away leaving Jack standing there gaping. Finally Jack felt a push and looked down at the wolf nudging him and its face turned up to him as it spoke "Well? Move after your mate!"

Jack blinked.

He felt like he was moving in water as he leaned over to open the glove box, retrieving Gray's revolver from the glove box where he knew his brother often tossed it after his shift before getting home to secure it. Then most of the time he forgot that last part… hence… a gun in the glove box from Jack picking his brother up for the wedding.

Jack followed Ianto and entered the open door to their house. It felt… tainted. Wrong . He was so bloody angry he could hardly speak. They were violating his home. His beloved's home… why were they here… what was happening? What the hell did they want?

A scuffle and Jack leaned towards it in time to see Ianto tumbling down the stairs locked in battle with a large man who was yodelling for his friend, the other man appearing at the top of the stairs in the moonlight. A silhouette… Jack did not hesitate taking the shot at the figure, jumping into action as he swung the gun up and firing off three rapid rounds.

The man fell and the one in Ianto's grip at the bottom of the sitars went still.

Jack fumbled for the lights and looked down at a stranger, encased all in black with a knife imbedded in his shoulder, Ianto still attached to the hilt snarling like a wild animal as his body wrapped around the man holding him still.

"Well now" Jack said softly "Ain't this a doozy?"

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Paul had been instantly sober.

The body at the top of the stairs was bathed in moonlight, clearly dead. Paul hadn't known he could be so instantly sober and he now stood in the doorway looking at the blood everywhere …. The trail of it went from the base of the stairs into the kitchen and he followed it to find a man trussed to the chair with a knife in the shoulder, Ianto panting like a wild animal and to his extreme shock, three wolves sitting primly around the room like they were pets. HUGE pets with teeth.

The family dog was nowhere to be seen.

Jack was leaning back against the kitchen sink, Ianto by the man and the room seems to be paused, like someone had hit a switch.

"Right" Ianto spoke in that deep boom of anger "So … let's start with something easy shall we? Why are you here?"

The man didn't speak and a wolf sifted its position at the man's feet to lean forward, it's huge muzzle almost touching the man's knee.

"What do you want?" Ianto asked.

The man rolled his head to glare at Ianto silently and the wolf moved again, this time it's muzzle brushing the man's groin and he shrieked as he struggled in the chair then became as still as a dead man when the wolf clamped down gently on his dick and balls.

"You need to say something or Tuck will rip that off!" Ianto warned, "He is as angry as me right now."

"Mother" Jack said softly as his brain fired "she was trying to get me to go to her… trying got distract me, keep me away… it was you ringing me right? Her holding the line."

Ianto looked at him silently then nodded.

Jack pushed off the bench and swung, hitting the man in the jaw and he growled, the wolf's bite deepening as the man shifted back in the chair.

"ALRIGHT!" he cried out in pain "We were here to come snatch the kids. Come one… call it off. The kids, we were to snatch her grandkids for her!"

"Mama" Jack sighed, plopping into a chair "Jesus… I… Jesus."

"Right. So .. we have these two …" Paul stared to speak only to have Ianto silence him with a grunt.

"Five. There were five. The wolves helped me kill three more outside" Ianto explained softly "There will be no trace of them by now, bar the blood. The bodies will be gone, worm food. The one upstairs and this one here… need never existed. They go to pay for their sins."

Paul leaned back to ask what the hell he meant by that when there was a noise outside and he turned his head to freeze, his own balls shrinking into his belly as huge figure moved outside in the back yard, making a weird grunting groan.

IT was huge, the size of… well… not a man anyway. Bigger. Huge. Fucking immense and a mere silhouette like the moonlight dared not even take it on.

"Is that… is that a fucking…. Big Foot?" Pail hissed with horror.

"It's the mountain" Ianto replied calmly as he rose to look out at the huge hairy beast "and it has come for its pound of flesh."

The man in the chair started to shake and the wolf threatening him drew back as it threw him such a look of disgust and the man wet himself. Maybe shat himself too, who knows.

Ianto yanked the chair across the floor to the hallway and out to the veranda so fast, there was barely time to register the strength it took.

Then there was silence.

The man was gone.

Moonlight spilled into the kitchen again.

Crickets called in the darkness.

The mountain calmed.