Drake
I hissed when two familiar scents met my nostrils. Alana and Monanoke.
"Looks like a stalemate," I growled, maintainig my grip on Walter's throat. "But were sworn enemies...it's not like we can let each other go..."
"Drake?" Alana called. She sounded weak...tired...in pain.
"Don't move," I ordered.
Great. Now what to do?
I had to do it.
I loosened my grip on Walter's neck, but he wasn't free yet.
And to make everything worse...here comes Tegan.
Tegan
I was tired of waiting on Theo, and the battle outside looked welcoming.
Perhaps I could throw things our way by showing up as the unexpected back-up...
So I did, but I was late. Drake had the minion in a chokehold, and Drake had a knife to his throat. Two women stood by, one of them carrying a weapon.
It was the other that caught my eye. She looked like she had been bitten, for blood had stained the shoulder of her shirt, but she was perfectly fine.
Interesting.
"Now, this is interesting," I spoke, turning my gaze back to the stalemate.
