When the sun rose up dispersing the darkness the people of Low Hollow got a rather nasty shock. Fenrir and several other people walked into town with ripped clothing carrying bodies and covered in blood. The ripped clothes and blood didn't alarm most of them as there were several people who would be showing up in such a state including Angus who had already made it home.

It was the bodies. Fenrir ignored the shocked looks and murmuring while making his way to the little hospital. The witch on staff looked up and blinked when he came in. She gasped horrified and ran to him to check the woman he was carrying in his arms. She was dead. The witch raised her brows in question.

" Vampires." Fenrir said bitterly. Had they been killed or hunted by another band of shape shifters he would have handled it a tiny bit better. His bitter hatred of the undead however made the deaths especially repugnant to him. Seeing more grim faces she hurried about getting beds ready. Fenrir layed his burden in one bed and stepped back so the witch could tend the three that were still alive although they were suffering from the bites. The female looked worse then the male but the nurse grabbed her medicine and quickly administered it.

Fenrir waited. The others filed out to go back to their homes and live the life they were a part of now. A very different life then what they had just experienced. Most of them didn't try to talk to Fenrir knowing his fury. He wouldn't have thanked anyone for sympathy at the moment. The witch checked the the other 2. One dead of a broken neck and the other with a ripped out throat. She could do nothing for them except cover them up and move back to the living.

She looked at Fenrir. " He should live. I'm not yet sure of her you're the first ones back I'm sure we may have more. I'll know by tonight."

Fenrir nodded and turned to leave. " Let me know." he said bending over a table next to him and began scribbling a note to Angus.

His fury was such that he felt like it was choking on it. Five. The undead had knocked his pack down taking 5 of them if the other two didn't make it. What was worse he had lost two females. Two women who would have allowed their children to be changed if the change hadn't been in their blood already. It also meant someone would be without a mate for the rest of their life unless they chose to live as humans and took a special brew to stop the change and most likely they would do that in order to marry and start families. They would always feel as though something was missing but unless they actually committed themselves to that one they would never have anything but a niggling sense of loss in their life.

The door opened and August came in bitterly. The only thing he had on was his torn and dirty pants. He was caked in mud and dirt from where he had rolled around in his grief. His eyes were red rimmed and he glared at Fenrir as he walked past. He made his way to the bed where Fenrir had laid down his mate and got on his knees by the bed reaching out and taking her limp cold hand in his. He rested his head on the mattress close to hers and heaved a sigh as tears gathered in his eyes and dripped down his face leaving muddy streaks behind. Since his son wasn't with him Fenrir deduced he must have already given him over to someone else.

He was going to loose August so that would make six. Disgusted Fenrir turned and handed his note to a nearby waiting owl who flew out the window to deliver it. After a rest he was going to have to visit the other members of his pack to see if they would stay or if this would drive them off. Most of the males would stay he was sure. They enjoyed this brutal game of life and death. He was fairly sure Sharlee would stay. However the two mothers in his pack might choose to take their infants and flee this life. He hoped not but he knew if they chose to do so nothing he said was going to comfort them and comfort was something he didn't know how to do. If they left with their mates it would be a devastating blow to his numbers.

Fenrir walked towards his flat instead of dispersing to it needing to move in order to bring his emotions under control. He ignored those that haled him and made his way upstairs. When he opened the door he stood for a moment shocked. Diana wasn't there. A horrible sense of loss worse then he had been dealing with swept through him. Before he could bellow in rage however he picked up her scent and moved further in the room heart pounding. She stepped out of the loo toweling her hair dry wrapped up in a robe she had found. She met his eyes briefly then quickly looked to the ground giving him a small nod moving to the cage.

Relief coursed through him followed by anger. Damn those kids!

His first thought was to step forward and slap her for scaring him. His second was to yell at her but even he knew it would be a wild overreaction on his part. He went to the loo himself to clean the dirt and blood off him and to try to slow down his pounding heart. The water refreshed him and put him into a better frame of mind. He stepped out naked leaving his ripped dirty clothes behind. He saw that Diana had changed into a gown that covered her from head to toe. Sharlee's doing no doubt.

He growled at her " Put that pink thing on and get into bed!"

Diana blinked at him fearfully then scrambled to do as she was told. While she nervously fumbled for the gown's edge he found himself briefly pleased that for once a woman wasn't questioning him and annoying him. Nor did she try to manipulate him despite her predicament. Her submission actually soothed him further. He watched with interest as she peeled off her clothes and hastily put on the gown she had arrived in. No doubt she expected him to rape her as soon as she got on the bed but he actually wasn't much of a rapist though he had a few lads in his pack that were. He found rape to be at best a waste of time. He wasn't a young man anymore with a young man's lust though he certainly couldn't have been accused of being old as werewolves aged much more slowly then their human counterparts.

Murder and wiping out those he hated was much more his thing.

Diana climbed into bed and lay down trembling. The events of the nights weighed in on him making him tired. He was tense when he climbed into bed and pulled Diana under him. She bit her lip fearfully and waited for whatever horror there was to come. Fenrir weight pressed her into the ripped up bed. The smell of blood still clung to him despite his quickly sponging himself off. One large hand tucked her a bit more under his broad chest before making it's way to her throat. Diana closed her eyes terrified.

He pressed her harder into the mattress. Then harder still until she was afraid he might suffocate her. Odd sounds seemed to come from him as his breathing slowed down. Diana opened her eyes confused. He wasn't moving at all. His long drawn out breaths ruffled her hair and she realized what had happened.

Fenrir was fast asleep.