Invasion of Gilneas, Entry 3

I'm slightly calmer now, only because the bite's been cleaned and wrapped and is currently out of sight… Not that that helps. I can still fell it, the biting pain whenever I use my left arm. The tingles of the Worgen curse, flowing through my veins.

I'm getting a little ahead of myself here.

It was almost like a dream really, like I was watching myself inch closer and closer to an obviously distressed Avery, I knew… Somewhere, in the back of my mind I knew what was going to happen next but I couldn't stop myself from getting within biting range. When I came to it was too late, Avery had given me one large chomp onto my left forearm before swatting me back towards the stairwell on the opposite side of the room.

I hear a guttural growl to my left and for a moment I thought more worgen had found their way down the stairs, it was only after a quiet click and then bang! of a gun did I realize that I was safe… Or at least, as safe as a girl could be now days.

"Are you all right there?" Asked the voice of my savior.

"Uh…" Not very eloquent but it gave me a few moments to bandage the wound. "Yes, yes I'm alright, thank you." I took that moment to look my savior over, she was older than me, only be a few years though. Her raven black hair was all over the place as her eyes continued to glare at the body of Josiah Avery. I remember her, Crowley's daughter… Luna? Lora? No…

"Lorna Crowley, Miss…?"

Riiigghht, her name was Lorna.

"Uh, Whitman. Riendeau Whitman."

She nodded and hummed quietly, still looking over Avery's body and I took the time to properly dress my wound, "He turned into one of them..." I jumped, startled from the sudden noise… Which seems to be happening a lot to me lately, thankfully she didn't notice and continued speaking. "Didn't he? How do we even begin to fight an enemy that can do this to us?" She sighed, a deep frown settled onto her face, "My father's arsenal's certainly a good start, I suppose." She turned to me. "Worgen are hiding in the alleys ahead. Take one of my mastiffs to find them more easily. We're going to need to clear the way ahead if we're going to move these cannons above ground."

Well when you say it like that, makes it seem like I have no say… Well… Actually it's probably better if she stayed here while I thinned out the worgen.

Will write more later.