Once she got home, Karen cleaned the house from top to bottom, and then baked 3 batches of cookies and a cake to work off all of her nervous, pent up energy. Finally, she allowed herself to sink into her old fashioned claw footed bathtub. She sighed and the days tension seemed to flow out of her. Leaning her head back onto a pillow, she let her thoughts replay the days events. The handsome man who had walked into her work sparked something in her that she'd never felt before. When she had cut her hand, it had warmed her from her head to her toes that he had come over to try and help, but when she caught the color of his eyes and how he stalked towards her,her training kicked in and she had reacted like she had be taught. She could still hear her father's words in her ear,
Never let anyone you don't know touch you. There are enemies at every turn, hiding in every shadow. Keep a weapon on hand at all times. If you have no weapon, make one, if you fail to maintain it, become one.
She never understood why he trained her so hard. That was the one aspect of her life that he was completely cold and uncaring. Once they entered the dojo, he was a different person. He wasn't her father anymore, but her trainer. It was after training, that he reverted back to himself and took care of the bumps, bruises, and later cuts, that she had earned on the mat. Her hand lightly traced the scars on her thighs and stomach. She would carry some of his lessons for the rest of her life. She understood that he was trying to protect her, and teach her to take care of herself, but she had definitely overreacted with the gentleman in her store. It was a shame she'd never get to apologize.
Her thoughts slowly turned to Josh. How did he know she was in trouble? It was more than coincidence. He should have been working the bar at that time. She started when her phone started ringing. Muttering quietly under her breath she got out of the tub and answered it.
"Karen! There's no time to explain. Get your ass to cemetery! And bring your kit." Josh's voice erupted out of the earpiece.
"Josh!?! What's going on?" She asked frantically
"Jesus! Karen there's no time! Please! Get a move on!!" He answered harshly before disconnecting.
Karen sat stunned for about a second before she was up and moving. She ran to her closet, and opened the hidden door behind all of her girly dresses. Reaching in, she grabbed a pair of black cargo pants and jacket, a black tank top and her double shoulder and thigh holster, along with her boots and black ball cap. After she hastily donned all of her gear, she ran downstairs and opened up yet another hidden door in the hall closet. She packed her pockets with clips of all sorts of ammo. As she stuffed her pants and jacket her mind was racing. He sounded angry, and in pain. What was going on? How did he know about her kit? That was only something her and her dad knew about. It was their secret code for all of her weapons. Why would Josh need all of her fire power? Pushing her thoughts aside she willed herself to be calm. If Josh was in trouble, she needed to be 100% there mentally. After she finished packing herself with extra ammo, she reached back in and began drawing out her weapons. Two hand guns went into the shoulder holster, another was added to her thigh, her shotgun got strapped to her back, followed by her compound bow and arrows. Once she was armed to the teeth, she jumped into her jeep and sped off down the road towards her, now, least favorite spot ever.
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Theo threw himself into his workout. He had tried to go back and talk to Annie to explain what was going on, but she met him with hostility and after screaming at him for a good 5 minutes, she slammed the door in his face. He grunted as he did a combination kick on the punching bag. He had deserved every minute of her yelling at him. His wolf growled softly in indignation.
Oh hush. We're not alpha yet, she's basically the same rank as we are right now.
His wolf whined softly but consented. Suddenly the door to the gym slammed open.
"T! T! Come quick there's some sort of fight going on in the cemetery! It's helluva entertaining. From what we can gather, a group of dudes ganged up on a guy sitting by a grave. We're placing bets to see who'll win, I'm betting on the single dude!" Exclaimed his best friend Cody before taking off back towards the cemetery. Theo shook his head and smiled softly before taking off after him.
The Pack's grounds shared a border with the city in 2 places, the park and the cemetery. After a hard five minute run, he and Cody reached the others who had gathered around to watch. All of the attention was focused on the fight that had broken out. There were 4 large men dressed in black surrounding one dressed in everyday clothes. The fight was raging and the other wolves filled Theo in on what had happened.
"Okay, so the little dude was just sitting by one of the graves, it sounded like he was talking to it, but from this distance we couldn't understand what he was whispering. Then the first big guy walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. The little guy looked up and then jumped back after seeing who it was. After that the other three came out and they've been going ever since. The little dude is really holding his own, but he got hit really hard about 2 minutes ago..." the narrative dropped off as the wolves heard the little man calling someone on his cell phone.
"Get your ass to cemetery! And bring your kit."
All of a sudden, Theo's heart dropped into his stomach. That was the same guy from earlier from the stained glass shop. His wolf growled at the memory of the man holding his woman. Cody noticed the change and grabbed theo's shoulders.
"Dude what's wrong?"
"Nothing..." growled Theo, his tone making it clear not to question him any further.
The wolves shrugged and went back to watching the fight. Now there was only three against one, since one of the larger men was laying on the ground motionless. Suddenly, one of the wolves pointed to the tree line on the edge of the cemetery. There a shadowy figure was stalking through the trees towards the fight. This new person was much more interesting than the fight so everyone fixed their eyes on him. They watched as he got closer and closer until he was about 25 yards from the fight. The person then scaled a tree, and whistled a short tune. The fight stopped for a brief second while the large men looked around. Only the little man looked relieved before the slumped to the ground unconscious.
"That must be the person he called." Said Cody with quite anticipation "I wonder why he scaled the tree?"
Theo chuckled, about to make a smart-ass remark when the wind shifted slightly, and he caught the scent of spices.
"No," He breathed out "it can't be!"
He had said it so quietly that no one else heard, or if they did they were all too caught up in the fight to bother with it. All of a sudden the figure in the tree drew dual hand guns, and opened fire. The sound of gunshots ripped through the air, each one hitting their mark on one of the three remaining men. Each one staggered, but all rose back up and started to approach the tree. The figure then drew out a shotgun and again opened fire, each shot hitting it's mark. This time the large men staggered back a few steps, but still remained upright and continued to advance.
Then one of the wolves turned and said to the others "I'd bet my pelt that those are vampires, or some other sort of underworld nasties, the person in the tree doesn't have a chance."
At that Theo's wolf went berserk, and came rushing to the front. Theo dropped to the ground trying to control the change, but his wolf was too strong. Cody and three other wolves grabbed him and dragged him back as he was about to jump the fence of the cemetery.
"What the Hell Theo? Get a grip!" Cody whispered harshly "Do you want to attract those things over here and possibly back to the compound?"
Theo whined and struggled, but the three other wolves wouldn't let him go. It took a total of five wolves to contain and control him as he fought. They ended up having to drag him all the way back to the compound. Once there, they put him in one of the padded rooms downstairs to wait until he got himself under control. As the door slammed shut Theo let out a soul tearing howl before slumping to the ground defeated.
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Karen was terrified. The men approaching her should have been on the ground by now, but none of her guns were working on them. As they stalked closer, she drew her bow and let an arrow loose into one of the men. He screamed in agony as light started to pour out from around the arrow. The other two men hissed and lunged for the tree. One of them, jumped and knocked her off of her branch. The other caught her as she fell. Karen struggled as they men started to rip away any of the weapons they could find, attempting to leave her defenseless. As Karen felt the last of her weapons being torn away from her she went completely limp, catching the man holding her by surprise, and he dropped her. Once she was free from his grasp she sprung up and immediately started to fight.
Each one of Karen's kicks and punches hit their mark and she was able to keep the men away from her, but they weren't doing much damage. After about 10 minutes, she was able to knock one to the ground with a high kick to his temple, where he stayed unmoving
. The last man however wasn't going to go down so easily. For each hit Karen got, he got three, and he was starting to do some real damage. Karen could feel that she had some broken ribs, a busted wrist, and a sprained ankle. Still she fought, thinking only about getting to Josh. She had seen him collapse, and that was what was fueling her. She managed to steer the fight back towards where he lay, and she could see that he was barely breathing, and bleeding from multiple cuts. The sight of her best friend re-energized her fight and she finally started to land heavy blows. As she was about to deliver the final blow to put this guy out like his friends, he drew a knife, and stabbed her in the side. Karen called out from the pain that blossomed from the wound, and buckled over clasping at the knife. Barely able to stand up, she was afraid that this was it for her. That all of her training, everything her dad ever taught her would have been a waste. Suddenly she remembered his words,
Keep a weapon on hand at all times. If you have no weapon, make one, if you fail to maintain it, become one
. She grabbed the handle of the knife, pulled it out, keeping one hand on the wound. By some miracle, she took the man by surprise, and plunged the knife to the hilt, right into his heart. The man staggered back, shock in his eyes before he fell to the ground.