Werewolves are the second of The Seven and are considered to be the most ferocious of all the supernatural races, Most of what goes on in packs of Werewolves is unknown although it's common knowledge that packs will occasionally split apart, these Packless wolves are considered outcasts and shunned by the rest of their race, they receive no aid from the other members of their race and are forced to look after themselves only, recently there has been an influx of packless which many believe is being done on purpose to increase the general strength of the race. In order for a packless Wolf to regain his standing among the other packs he or she must create their own pack, The Alpha and the Omega are the first two members and they look after any and all wolves they bring into the fold, whether by birth or by open challenge.
"You should be across the street, a club called Red Circle." The voice was interlaced with static as it came through the small earpiece he wore.
"I got it," He responded flatly staring at the bright Neon signs across the street "How long do I have?"
"The deal is going down in twenty five minutes," The voice replied "Mop this up quickly, we are supposed to be joining an old friend remember?"
"I know," He placed his hands in his pockets and crossed the street quickly, circumventing the front door and turning his head down as the bouncers turned their eyes on him "Side door is the least guarded correct?"
"Affirmative." The voice responded.
"I'll contact you when it's done." He replied flatly.
Whistling a tune as he rounded the corner and pretended to be admitting the city's skyline as he walked down the street he passed the bouncer, the man gave him and took a step look as he lowered and spun, delivering a sharp kick to the extended leg flourishing a knife out of his pocket he brought his hand over the man's mouth as he pressed it into his throat, the man gurgled against his hand before falling limp, He pressed the suited bouncer against the wall and stuck a pair of knives through his shirt sleeves, anyone passing by would think he just fell asleep against the wall. He opened the side door to the club and walked inside.
"How much longer to we have to guard that feisty bitch?" A man complained in a heavy set Russian accent.
"Not much longer," Another man responded in the same thick accent "But what I wouldn't give to get a few minutes in with her."
"Hah, I know what you mean someone like that would be so perfect in bed," He watched the jostle each other for a few more moments and tightened his hand on a pair of knives in his pocket. His eyes darted around the room and he took a long inhale.
'12 huh?' He thought as he looked around the room, he stepped around the corner and flicked his wrist, the first set of knives he threw found their marks, puncturing the two men who stood on the outside of the little triangle, he dived to the side as the third drew a small handgun and opened fire at him, spinning around the corner he tossed a third knife down at the man, he heard the clink of metal as the knife embedded itself in the barrel.
"Shit!" The man swore as He charged him, a knife slipped from his sleeve and he caught it bringing it across the underside of the man's extended arm, the appendage fell to his side uselessly, he spun around him and stabbed his knife through the back of his head.
"Grey! It's a trap they know your there you need to get out now!" The voice was labored as if the person talking had been running.
"It wouldn't be any fun if they didn't!" Grey responded happily.
"Gre-They- are-my-signal-can't-help-if-you-in-trouble." The radio cut off after that, although he could piece it together from what he heard.
Grey turned to his left and noticed a small box a wide grin showed off his unusually long canines as his eyes flashed gold, bringing up one of the many knives he carried on his person he embedded it into the box, the lights flickers and blew out, he heard people above him shouting, flashlights illuminated a small space close to the door that led upstairs and Grey smirked as he walked towards the small patch of light. He drew another pair of knives and threw them behind him, he heard the sound of steal slicing flesh as they connected, drawing another pair he spun and flicked sending the two projectiles rifling into the men on either side of him.
The last man seemed panicked as he attempted to aim his gun in every direction, Grey launched a knife into the wall passed his ear, the man lifted his hand slowly as blood trickled from the earlobe, he aimed in front of him and stopped, it looked as if he was staring into the eyes of an angry wolf, the violent gold glow was the only thing he could see in the dark before a thin flash of silver was temporarily illuminated as men charged through the door to the lower level of the club. The thud of their comrade hitting the ground as they entered the room was heard before the feeling of wind rushing passed them. Grey flourished and spun knives appearing his hands as he needed them. He walked up the stairs casually with his hands in his pockets as the men behind him slid down the stairs slowly.
The clicks of the safeties on what must have been a small armory sounded in front of him, he raised his hands in surrender, placing his hands behind the back of his head, he counted the number of men in front of him.
'30…perfect." He smiled widely, flashing his teeth as he dropped to his back drawing two handguns from behind his head and sweeping them across the group of men in front of him with deadly precision, Grey turned the weapons up and examined the smoking barrel's they had warped from the simple speed of his shots so he tossed the handguns aside, the clattered against the bar with a thud.
"Now, I do hope the next floor is a little more interesting." He said menacingly.
She raised her head slowly, she couldn't piece together the memories that were coming to her head, the bar the drinks the man with a nice smile it was all scattered, she ran her tongue over her teeth the sharp pain of nicking her tongue against her canines brought her to alert. She's passed out and woken up in this place, the room was considerably darkened around her, she took a long inhale, there were four men in the room with her and they reeked of fear, whether fear of her or someone else she was unaware. She remembered there used to be five and her legs were at one point unbound, they had learned very quickly exactly why that was a horrible idea.
"What the hell's going on?!" 'Russian huh?' She thought idly as she lifted her head slowly.
"They say it's just one guy!" Another responded in panic.
"Impossible! What kind of man would be stupid enough to attack us?!" The another responded, although it might only be two talking she couldn't tell.
'I can think of a few, although man might not be the appropriate term.' She thought with a grimace. The clicking of guns being loaded around her was heard and she extended her index finger, the nail darkened and extended thankfully they had only bound her wrists, she moved the sharpened claw across the rope on her wrists slowly and left her head down, pretending to still be unconscious.
"Nikolai, go out there and see what's going on!" A man closer to the large iron door ordered urgently. When he received no responded he turned around to shout at the other man, his mouth just hung open in shock.
Nikolai was squirming in the grasp of the girl they had knocked out less than an hour ago, she was holding him at least a meter of the ground and his legs kicked uselessly before her grip tightened and a bone chilling crunch echoed in the small room.
The girl lifted her chin and turned her gaze on the other two, her eyes flashing gold as they reflected light across the angle of her face "Oh, Was I meant to be a good girl and wait in the chair for you to sell me off?" She asked coldly, the men staggered away from her, one brought his small machine gun to bare at her.
She moved with inhuman speed and lifted him off the ground before spinning and launching him into the second, the third man barely had enough time to lift his gun before she was in front of him head lowered and arm thrust forward, the man coughed his chin showered in blood as she removed her hand and wiped the blood he spat on her face away with her arm. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her and she stumbled catching herself on a chair and taking deep breaths, she hadn't had a drink of water or eaten anything in three days, it was starting to catch up with her.
She walked up to the large cast iron door and frowned at it, examining the hinges and the way it was built before she sighed and ran her hand through her hair, she could hear gunfire from the other side of the door, so whoever was coming after her was close, only she had no idea if they were actually here to help her or not. She walked to the door 'Won't know unless I try will I?' she mentally questioned herself as she lifted her leg.
Grey dodged, he was running out of knives which meant throwing them was not an option, he dived around the corner as another shower of lead flew at him, shattering the concrete that made up the walls of covering him in dust, he pressed himself against the wall and waited. The footsteps were getting closer, a barrel appeared at the edge of the wall and he brought his arm up, slamming the gun into the holders nose the man groaned as it broke, he flipped the man over his shoulder and rolled with him drawing the gun tight against the shoulder strap currently around the groaning man behind him, Grey emptied what remained in the small machine guns clip and rolled back bringing a knife down on the downed man and rounding the corner, he could see the door from where he was, unfortunately he had taken way too long to get there, he was facing a firing squad worth of machine guns pointed down a thin corridor with nothing to dive behind.
The door behind the men groaned before it was launched towards Grey, the thing spun horizontally and he ran forward into a slid, lowering his body until his back was parallel to the ground, the metal still had chunks of concrete attached to it and it rocketed over his head, he winced as a man rounded the corner to be ploughed into the wall by the sailing chunk of metal, getting to his feet in one swift motion he darted forward and slammed into the line of men who were still distracted a few of them had been taken out by the door fortunately for him, he mopped them up quickly and ran into the small cell.
His world shifted as someone flipped him, the girl was suddenly straddling him a small knife pressed to his neck "Hi." He groaned out through what he guessed was a cracked rib.
The girl pulled the knife away almost instantly "Grey!" She pulled him into a backbreaking hug he groaned and she dropped him against the ground with a thud "Sorry!"
He winced "I'm fine."
"You damn bastard!" Grey turned his head to see a man struggling to his feet, bringing his gun forward and snarling at them, Grey tried to roll with the girl atop him but a surge of pain from his ribcage stopped him, the man stopped suddenly.
"Sorry I'm late." A girl was standing at the end of the hallway with her hand slightly raised in the air, a gold glow surrounded it she closed her fist and Grey shielded his own and the girls eyes as the sound bones violently snapping reached his ears.
"Perfectly timed for dramatic effect as always Lucy." Grey replied as he got to his feet.
"You know me!" She exclaimed in response hitting his back roughly, Grey groaned as pain rocked through his chest from the impact.
"Oh, don't be such a baby it will heal in two minutes anyway." Lucy chastised.
Grey pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the girl they had saved, the blue haired woman grabbed it gratefully and wrapped it around her shoulders, her clothes were pretty torn up and she had a few bruises and small cuts on her face but other than that she seemed okay.
A few hours later the three sat on a plane bound for Japan.
"So, What was so important that we decided to go against the KING of the council and do another mission and we just wiped out like three quarters of the Russian mafia, you know that right?" Lucy asked simply, as if it were everyday talk and she was asking how the weather was.
"Yes I know that but nobody's going to miss them and the police will take credit for it anyway, just you watch," Grey leaned back and sighed in relaxation before continuing "Lucy this is Juvia, Juvia this is Lucy," He pointed between the two "Lucy, Juvia is one of the last remained females of my species who is currently packless like me."
"Oooh," Lucy hummed in realization "Then you two are-"
"No," Grey cut her off and the blonde frowned "At least…not yet."
Juvia squirmed slightly under the blonde's gaze and took a deep breath after a moment "I don't know how much you know about Werewolves, but it's kind of a big decision to…mate."
"Oh, She knows she just enjoys torturing people," Grey sighed as he rolled over "You two might want to try and get some sleep, we will be working with the Black Prince as of tomorrow."
"You've worked with him before, what's he like?" Lucy asked.
"Who knows, I didn't meet him till after the Vatican Incident, but he did tell me about it so I am considered closer to him than most." Grey replied slowly, beginning to fall asleep.
Lucy frowned and rubbed at her chin in thought "He still hasn't told me about that incident." She pouted and Juvia chuckled at her.
Lucy turned to the blunette and smiled "So, How did Grey end up packless? He doesn't tell me about it by I assume you know."
Juvia looked at the black haired boy asleep beside her and then back to Lucy "When I was born, I was weak and quite sickly, I was pretty much considered the runt of the pack, they fed me less than they others and I didn't receive combat training with the other children my age. Grey was already considered a prodigy among our pack, but he was shunned for a different reason, he wanted everyone to be treated the same, One day the Omega at the time challenged me, Grey's mother thought it was time to get rid of the weakest of us. The loser would be sent out of the pack. I didn't really have the luxury of declining and I lost, I didn't even have the most basic of training. That's when Grey challenged her, Saying that If the weak had to leave then he would like to see if he was weak too, Grey lost although it was quite clear he did it on purpose, he yielded when he could have easily killed his mother, She remains the Omega but as Werewolf society is, it was quite clear who was stronger, Grey left with me claiming the pack was Weak from the start and he would change the race. We've been helping each other ever since, Grey joined the combat branch of the council ahead of me and I followed him up."
"You forgot to add the fact that you would have beaten my mother too if she hadn't cheated." Grey cut in still looking out the window.
"You're awake?" Juvia squeaked.
"Yeah, Don't worry about it I was going to tell Lucy sooner or later anyway, Me and Juvia have been together since then, It was only natural she'd become my Omega, as if I'd pass up the chance to be with someone as strong and beautiful as her."
Juvia boiled beside him until Lucy swore she had steam coming out of her ears.
"Aw, You two are so cute." Lucy teased.
"Shut up!" Grey growled.
Lucy chuckled before rolling over and looking out her own window and letting out a yawn.
Natsu rubbed at his head and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Kaneki asked with a frown
"I just have a feeling we are going to be dealing with something troublesome soon." He replied.
A/N: Little side character action, Couldn't think of a name for a club so I used the one from John Wick, cause laziness and stuff, Hope you enjoyed and I will see you guys next time!