The invading pack was doing significant damage to the town. Most of the windows were destroyed and stores emptied out. A few of the townspeople who were not lucky enough to escape were lying dead in the streets.

"Don't stop until every last one of them are dead. No survivors!" called their alpha.

"There are about twenty people held up in the jail."

"Why are they still alive? Kill them!"

"We can't. The key is in there with them."

"Burn it down then!" growled the alpha. "Get the witches to help you."

The werewolves gave a howl as they continued to destroy the town.

The alpha sat over the body that was the marshal. The heart was missing from his chest and the look of pain on his face was left eternalized there.

"Alpha! Alpha! There's another pack coming this way."

"What? Who is it?"

"It looks like the pack whose territory this is."

"Nonsense. They left." Growled the alpha as he got to his feet and let his claws come out.

"Looks like they're back." Informed the scout.

The alpha gritted his teeth, "Any of you not finishing off the humans, form a line. Don't let the other pack into the town limits."

Chris and the others attacked the werewolves who were still trying to organize themselves into some kind of a formation. Ezra hung back, using his gun to ward off any of the werewolves who came too close to the women. He would still fight, but he wasn't planning on losing the control he had over his other side. His bullets wouldn't kill any of the werewolves, only deter them from advancing any further if they knew what was good for them. At one point, he was knocked off of his horse by a force he didn't even see. Dazed, he scrambled to his feet and looked around. A woman, who was dressed in ragged clothing that looked like a gypsy, aimed another blast at him, the force of her magic pinning him to the wooden beam behind him.

A rotten-tooth smile showed across her face, thinking that she had the upper hand. Ezra struggled to get his hand up with his derringer up his sleeve. Before he could though, the witch's neck twisted and the audible snap when it broke made Ezra's stomach flip. The magic fading away, Ezra was able to pull himself away from the beam and looked around. Nathan was standing a few feet away, his hand still raise, but a deadly expression on his face.

"Nathan, as always, thank you for your impeccable timing." Ezra said through gulps of air.

"For you to be taken off your seat by a woman is something I'm never going to let you forget." Nathan shook his head and looked at the dead woman.

"Was it completely necessary to kill her?" Ezra asked, moving closer to his compatriot.

"The next spell she was going to do would've killed you, so unfortunately yes." Nathan sighed, "I don't like taking lives, but I won't hesitate if it's them or one of the pack."

Ezra nodded and turned to Inez and Rain. The two witches were working on putting out the fire to some of the buildings. It was fascinating to watch as water from the troughs would rise almost in a flimsy bubble and shoot towards the building. Inez's hands would make circular motions, nothing between them, but was effecting the water. She threw her hands up towards the window of the second floor of the boarding house, extinguishing the fire there. Rain had since moved on to help people who were stuck inside. Fires had been lit where people were hiding, like the jail. Reciting a spell under her breath, she touched the bars and then pulled them apart as if they were nothing. Some of the people backed up in fear once the bars were pulled apart, but when she urged them to leave before the place burned down, did they finally move. Nathan was able to contain the smoke so that it wouldn't affect anyone until they were safely outside. Ezra and Mary directed them to safety while the rest of the pack and those following them, pushed back the invaders.

Mary's heart was beating fast with adrenaline, but she was relieved at seeing that Larabee's pack was gaining the upper hand. Soon, the invaders would retreat and the injured could be seen to. A gun shot close by had her spin around. One of the citizens had gotten their hands on their gun and had fired. The bullet had knocked Ezra onto his butt and he looked dazed at first.

"What are you doing?"
"He's one of them." The man said, trying to defend himself.

"Larabee's pack is trying to save the town." Mary glared at the man. He rightfully looked ashamed and holstered his gun before trying to help the gambler who had barely moved from his place on the ground.

A low growl had both the guy and Mary stopping in their tracks.

Ezra's chest was heaving as he tried to rein in his other side. Gold eyes flickered, showing he wasn't going to be able to hold off from losing control.

"Go." He growled, the smooth southern accent gone and was rough.

"But your wound." Mary objected.

"Go!" he growled even louder. Mary ran away, with the man taking up the rear. Ezra bent over in pain. His canine teeth were growing and he watched as his claws came out. The bones popping in his spine made him whine, letting out a yelp.

The clothes were soon too small and he tore out of them, an auburn colored wolf replacing the man. It growled at anything and everything, looking for something to lash out at.

Chris heard a distressed call from Ezra and looked up from his latest victim who had wisely turned tail and ran after having his snout bloodied by Chris's claws. Vin followed him over to where they had last seen their gambler. Nathan had just finished up what he was doing and ran over to them.

"That was Ezra, wasn't it?" Nathan huffed as he tried to regain his breath. He looked around but couldn't see the other pack member.

Vin sniffed the clothing that belonged to Ezra and then sniffed the air. Chris and Nathan followed him into an alley. Ezra had cornered two people at the end, not allowing them to leave. One of them was Mary.

Chris called out to Ezra, but the other wolf didn't listen.

"Chris!" Mary called over to the large black wolf, "Conklin shot Ezra, now he's ready to kill us."

Vin, with more agile steps than wat Chris could do, hopped onto the crates that were stacked alongside the buildings and used them to hop safely on the other side, separating Ezra from the humans.

~Calm down there, pard. I know you don't really want to kill them~

~Enemy. Must kill~

~They ain't the enemy. Now I can show you where the enemy is, but you need to calm down a bit~

Mary didn't know what was going on between the two wolves, but she watched as Vin, must've 'said' something Ezra didn't like and the auburn wolf would growl even deeper.

~Ezra! Get yourself together~ Chris barked.

Ezra flinched and the wolf turned to look at the much bigger wolf behind him. Its tail actually tucked between his back legs and its head dipped a little. The black wolf approached the other two wolves and the auburn wolf backed up a bit, lowering itself closer to the ground. Chris sniffed at Ezra, making sure he was fine. He didn't smell any Wolf's Bane at all.

~How are you getting this worked up over a normal bullet wound? You're just like Vin~

~They still hurt!~ both younger wolves said in unison.

Chris nudged Ezra to stand, which he did, but scampered to where he was behind him. Vin sniffed at Mary before passing over Conklin. The man shot his packmate. He didn't care if it was a normal bullet. The intention was still the same.

Mary hesitantly walked pass the wolves, she saw that the auburn haired one, that was Ezra, had dipped his head in a way of an apology.

"It's okay Ezra. I understand."