A Place to Crash

Leading the unusual group of people down another block, Aubrey had separated herself from the cluster somewhat as the others followed behind her. She gripped the apartment key as if it were the only useful thing she could offer and tried not to be put off by the fact that she was the youngest one there, if you didn't count the small child they'd somehow managed to pick up during the demon attack. Even the child had stopped being interested in her, letting go of her hand and leaving her former-comforter for the much more fun Nia, who chatted animatedly with the young girl, when she wasn't making friends with the others.
In fact, a conversation, or maybe multiple, was being held behind Aubrey, who listened only half-heartedly and tuned in at random times. Nia seemed to be leading the chatting, but Alastair contributed as well, flashing his eyes at anyone who would look. Isadore threw in some sarcastic remarks here and there, while Jax still seemed to be playing the mute card that Nia had graciously given him. Aubrey scowled to herself because she'd never ever not been a part of something, or even a little left out, and now she didn't even have the energy or desire to put herself back in with the others.
Callling out "We're here," Aubrey abruptly turned into a building, making her way to the stairs. "Elevator's broken," She heard Nia explain, as the group began their trek up to the fifth floor.
"Home away from home," Aubrey mumbled to herself as she unlocked the door, letting the others file in before shutting the door behind them. She plopped down on a lounge chair near the one window, waved her hand in a motion that told everyone to make themselves at home, and tried to keep a sour expression off of her face. She should be back home with her pack, not here with a few eccentric pack members, two Shadowhunters, and a child they knew nothing about.

Nia had eagerly complied, when Alistair had asked about her. Her monologue was performed perfectly, if she didn't say so herself, and ended with a big finish. Every aspect of her daily life required a big finish; she just didn't feel right without executing at least one every hour. This time it had been a cart wheel and a couple, walking handstands, which had caused random people walking by to clap. She had graciously accepted their applause, being well used to it by now. She'd missed her true calling in the circus.
Nia had then turned her attention to the little, mystery girl. As they walked towards the apartment, Nia picked her up and twirled her around, making unrealistic airplane noises. It only took a few minutes after that true bonding experience to find out that the girl's name was Bianca, and that she was a runaway. Nia jumped up and down gleefully after finding that out; runaways were just so cool, even at 10 years old. They had just promised to braid each others hair, when the massive apartment complex was spotted.
Of course, Nia and her new best friend, Bianca were the first ones to enter, having skipped the rest of the way. They then proposed a race to the apartment in question, which Nia boasted would be an easy victory. But, the kid didn't even play like a lady. She knocked every potted plant over that she could find in an effort to trip her opponent. Unfortunately, it worked, just not in the way Bianca had planned. Nia just hated seeing the poor, fake plants turned over, so she took the extra time to right them. She finally made it to the finish line, the others having caught up at this point. Bianca was insufferable, jumping around, proclaiming herself Queen of Apartment 4450. A very disgruntled Nia sank onto a slightly stained couch and pouted as only she could.
The group had only just settled in, when a knock came at the door. Seeking a distraction from her recent defeat, Nia jumped up to answer it. A slightly familiar looking wolf stood before her, holding out a piece of paper. He left quickly afterwards.
"Hey, sister dear! Looks like you won't be able to party with us anymore. You've been summoned back to our cozy little den," Nia announced, folding the paper into an airplane and sending flying in Aubrey's direction.

Years of tracking their prey had made the siblings masters in that field. The task was made even easier by the disgustingly, deep emotion that accented the mutt's trail, her urgency to reach her friend evident in every stinking breath Lexi choked down. Poor thing would be so distraught when the seer was taken. Lexi couldn't wait.
Aubrey's destination was finally revealed in the giant, ritzy apartment. Flying by the lobby, unseen, of course, brother and sister ate up the distance between their prey with ravenous intensity. In the end, all that stood before them was a thin, wooden door. So thin that Lexi barely had to press her ear to it's surface to confirm that both Aubrey and the seer were inside. The addition of a few more voices barely made her hesitate, as she stepped back to allow her brother room; the strangers were surely something that could be dealt with easily. The door splintered with a satisfying crunch, and Lexi ducked in gracefully after her brother, an arrow already nocked in place. As the dust cleared, she immediately targeted the tallest male. A Shadowhunter, it seemed. Strange company for werewolves to keep.
"I think we're unwelcome, brother. Imagine that."
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As unexpected as she was sure people would find it, Nia was not one to sit around, waiting for something to happen. She typically was the instigator of that 'something', and it was, of course, always marvelous. Aubrey, before heading off to do whatever super secret thing she was being summoned to do, had left Nia in charge. A wonderful decision on her part. Unfortunately, everyone else seemed completely satisfied in staying at the apartment, at least until Aubrey returned. A pouting Nia had listed all the many more interesing places she, as the leader, had in mind, one of them being a particulary magical aquariam she had just happened to stumble across. But, gigantic koi just didn't hold as much sway with the others as it did with her and Bianca. They both had to resign themselves to the fact that building card towers was as good as it was going to get.
An hour had passed by with little to show for it. Nia was feeling disturbingly sane, a problem she tried to avoid as often as she could. Building card towers had gained a little bit more interest, when Bianca suggested they stomp around like Godzilla and terrorize the card tower people. They had just started their 13th rampage, much to the enjoyment of the others, when the door burst open. Aubrey was completely out of breath and obviously distressed.
"My father has agreed to hand Nia over to Slade. His people are most likely on their way here as we speak. We have to leave. Now!" Audbrey's announcement was met with silence at first, and then everyone started speaking at once. Nia's first reaction was to grab ahold of Bianca's tiny wrist, trying to hide the slight shaking in her hands. At the mention of Slade, Nia had been momentarily transported back to the early days of her confinement at the lab. She had a feeling life with Slade would be much the same.
Suddenly, the front door burst inwards, showering those nearest to it with splinters. Nia instinctively shoved Bianca behind the lounge chair, hoping the child would keep quiet.
“Well isn’t this a cute little gathering, why weren’t we invited?” The male spoke first, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. His sister was just as nasty, putting her own clever thought out in the open. Both were armed and most defintely the Nephilim soldiers Aubrey had been describing. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Nia stepped forward.
"Looking for little ole me? I'm flattered, truly, I am. But, I'm very content with my life where it is. And, I will not be easily persuaded otherwise," Nia announced, her last words paired with the bright gleaming of her transformed eyes and claws.

Aubrey sprinted up the stairs of the apartment building, not having the patience to wait for an elevator. Flinging herself around the corner and bounding to the correct door, she threw herself into the room, eyes searching only for Nia's.
Not breaking her stare at her friend, Aubrey hurriedly explained. "My father has agreed to hand Nia over to Slade. His people are most likely on their way here as we speak. We have to leave. Now!"
Everyone looked at Aubrey blankly, processing what she said, and then utter chaos broke out. Several voices launched across the room at once, but Aubrey didn't lose sight of what needed to be done. Hurrying over to Nia, she was reaching out to grab her friend's wrist and drag her to safety when the door opened again, revealing the last people Aubrey had ever wanted to see.
Aubrey snarled immediately, but Nia took the first step forward to face them. Right behind her, Aubrey glared at the intruders, wishing desperately that she'd gotten to Nia five minutes sooner. Maybe if she had run a little faster, or tried a different route, she could have taken her to safety. But now, they would have to fight for it.
Nia started shifting just a split second before Aubrey did, and two formidable wolves now faced their enemies. Another moment passed, and then Aubrey lunged, ready to sink her teeth into one of the siblings who dared try to take Nia from her and the pack.

Kaleb let out a hearty laugh at the sight of all the stinking dogs packed in one room, a sound that taken out of context would be a happy thing. As if he and his sister had just shared some sort of amusing inside joke, but in the present situation it was a cruel, unwelcome sound. This would have been much easier had it just been the two she-wolves but he never did like to take the easiest path and some bloodshed was just the thing be needed at the moment. Zeroing in on the seer with the big mouth, he let a wicked smile dance across his lips. He had so hoped she would put up a fight, making it all the more satisfying when he got to lock her up in her cage like the mut that she was.
"Oh, come now, darling. We were going to take such good care of you. Feed you take scarps and everything." His voice was cool and mocking as he braced himself for the fight. As all three wolves began to shift, be sprang Into action, slamming the hilt end of his sword into the face of the redheaded one that stood between he and his target before grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and flinging her across the room as if she were no more than a stuffed animal. He felt the seer-wolf ram into him with as much speed as she cod muster in the small space but he kept his footing, delivering a swift blow to the wolfs ribs in return. Fighting werewolves was a tedious thing, with their accelerated healing, especially in the rare case when he needed to keep one alive. Noting that his sister was occupying the other female Wolf's time, he moved to deliver another blow as Nia jumped to her feet, her claws slashing out at him. But before either blow cod strike it's mark, Kaleb was tackled to the ground in a flash of brown fur. As the two bodies tumbled to the floor, the wolf half phased back to human to get a few well placed blows in. Kaleb could see that it was the male wolf that had been sulking in the background when they had come in. Rage flared in Kaleb as he felt a trickle of warm blood on his cheekbone where one of the wolfs blows had broken skin, the sight of the crimson liquid making his hands shake with anger. He wasn't used to his opponents getting the better of him, it having been so long that he seemed to have forgotten how to manage the sight of his own blood. With a snarl, he recovered in time to see the male, still half-phased position himself in front of the seer, his elongated fangs bared. Kaleb found himself holing the two were mates. It would make it all the better when he ripped the bastards throat out in front of her.

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Jax was panting as he got to his feet, positioning himself between the shadowhunter and Nia. He figured the other wolf didn't need him playing body guard but there was something about these two that made his skin crawl and he needed to do what he could to make sure he didn't get his hands on her.
"Get out of here, we can hold 'em off." He snarled over his shoulder at her but didn't have time to check her reaction before the guy was on him again. Ducking the swing of his heavy sword, Jax dove for his knees using the mans bulky frame against him as he sent the Nephilim tumbling over his shoulders, holding the others legs so he couldn't catch himself before hitting the ground. The shadowhunter hit the ground hard but didn't skip a beat as he pulled something from his belt and sent it flying with impossible speed at the wolfs chest. Jax didnt have time to dodge the flash of silver, the wickedly tipped dagger sinking into his right shoulder, the impact of the blow sending him slamming into the wall behind him. The silver of the blade burned like fire in his flesh, the searing pain remaining even after he pulled the blade from his skin, the silver inlaid handle burning his palm as he tossed it too the side. The man had taken his opportunity to go for Nia, seeming unphased by the vicious fight she was putting up. It wasn't until he saw the hilt of the sword smash down into her skull and he body drop that he moved again, lunging for the man as he tried to pull Nia towards the door. This time Jax was caught mid leap, the shadowhunter tossing him against the wall behind them. His head smashed against the plaster making his vision blurr, the pain in his shoulder making him snarl. But the man was on him, his forearm pressing into Jax's throat and pinning him to the wall. Kicking out, the wolfs boot found a kneecap making the man ease off enough for Jax to slam his head square into the others face, the mans nose making a satisfying crunch under the impact.

It was at that moment that a flash of yellow flames shot through the room, momentarily freezing the chaos of the room as an unfamiliar voice boomed.
"I don't remember inviting any of you to my party. If you were going to crash it, you could at least make it to the right floor before starting all this fun." Everyone could only stare for a long moment at the half-dressed man in the doorway,,surrounded by crackling yellow flames and flanked by three others. Jax didnt have time to react before the shadowhunter broke away from him, racing across the room to grab his companion before slamming full force into the window that dropped multiple stories down to the street. Clutching his shoulder, Jax moved to the window to see nothing but the remains of the shattered window on the street below, no sign of the two aside from a streak of crimson across the pavement. Limping back over to Nia who had finally sat up, he slumped down beside her, his eyes checking for any sign of injury.
"All right, then?" He asked with a wince as his gaze found the still slowly bleeding blossom of crimson that stained the front of his white shirt. The wound had ready begun to heal but the silver blade was delaying the process. Looking back up to frown at the newcomers, he sat back against the wall, still clutching his shoulder.
"Well that was rude."The warlock in the doorway said, a small frown on his own face as he stared at where the shadowhunters had disappeared out the window.
"I think you all have some explaining to do."

Lexi cracked a smile at hearing the confident, little seer wolf's adorable words of bravado. She and Kaleb had been told of the crazy bitch's oddities, delusion obviously one of the main ones. But, all that talk of a poor, brain-damaged freak hadn't made them for one second think that Nia wasn't capable of biting just as confidently as her bite. Lexi was going to be very disappointed if that turned out not to be true. Sure, beating up Oliver in training had eased the need a bit, but Lexi had always had quite an insatiable appetite.
Leaving the witty comeback for her brother this time, Lexi focused more intently on the presently unnamed and unaffiliated Shadowhunter couple. The girl was short and unassuming, looking more mundane than any Nephilim Lexi had ever come across. She also spotted a strip of bandage peaking out from under the girl's shirt, lowering her importance to nothing more than a blip on the sibling's radar. The boy, on the other hand, was relatively tall, with the strong, lanky build of a typical male Shadowhunter. However, his expression appeared completely disinterested in the fight brewing around him. Lexi would keep an eye on him, but he seemed to fit into the only category of Shadowhunter Do-Gooders that she could actually tolerate: the Blind Bystander. If it didn't concern them, then interference was far from their mind. It was the type of self-preservation that Lexi always tipped her hat at. Saved her the trouble of breaking a nail, while disposing of multiple bodies.
She had just started to question her assumption of werewolves as usually hot-headed creatures, when they all started shifting at once. Dinner time. Kaleb quickly dealt Daddy's little girl a blow, sending her smashing into a grouping of lawn chairs, before Lexi had even advanced towards the seer. Was she losing her touch? The thought sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine, as she advanced on the auburn wolf. The bitch had quickly recovered from the fall, a vastly annoying trait of their kind. But, Lexi was much faster than the wolf, and quickly pinned her to the ground. The claws were easy enough to avoid, the snapping jaws only a small bit of entertainment for a professional like Lexi.
"And here they told me getting a dog to lie down was one of the hardest tricks. But, you're a good doggy, aren't you," Lexi cooed, stowing her bow. She kept the arrow, dragging it across Aubrey's transformed facing and grinning when the wolf cried out at the deep cut made by the silver tip.
"Slade gave my brother and me strict orders not to harm a hair on your little freak's head. But, he said nothing about you, my dear."
Lexi let the threat sink in, waiting until the fear finally came into the she-wolf's eyes before raising the arrow high. She was just about to let it fall and successfully rid Poppa Wolf of his only daughter, when she sensed the thrown dagger. Twisting her torso around just in time, Lexi caught the blade inches from her face. The culprit was obviously the only Shadowhunter not lounging against the wall, since the other werewolves were tied up with her brother. The Nephilim girl seemed surprisingly triumphant for missing her shot. In the few seconds it took for Lexi to puzzle it out, Aubrey had seized the opportunity of her attacker's shift in weight, wiggling a single clawed hand free and slashed four, deep lines across Lexi's back. Blood immediately spurted. The pain was fiery red and hot, severe enough to pry a strangled cry from her lips. Forced to give up her position over the wolf, Lexi rolled off, the movement causing even more blinding pain. The motion stopped, and Lexi found herself crouched just below a window of the apartment, clutching one of her own daggers. At least she'd done something right in pulling that out. It seemed like the only right thing she'd done all night.
The she-wolf was racing towards her, a rage in it's eyes that would be just as blinding as Lexi's pain, fortunately. She let the dagger fly, letting out a satisfied sigh when it buried itself in the wolf's stomach. It was a sad day when that was the best Alexia Ravenscar had in her. She didn't know which pain was worse, the bone deep slashes or the mortification at making such a mistake. Kaleb was suddenly in front of her, not stopping a millisecond before throwing her over his shoulder and jumping out the window. The pain of that small action was enough to send Lexi's eyes rolling back in her head. But, before the blackness consumed her, she had gotten a look at her brother's reaction to her injured state. In that moment, Lexi realized that neither the pain of her injury nor her embarrassment was anything compared to the wrath that she was soon to feel from her brother.

Isadore had watched the werewolf named Mia with fascination. If Isadore had to give her attitude some kind of label she would have to say the girl was overly happy and full of energy. Much different to most of the brooding werewolves that she had encountered in the past. She had almost forgotten about the young girl whom she had risked her life to protect for no apparent reason besides the fact that she was a Shadowhunter and it was her job to kill demons. She ran a hand through her long fiery red hair and sighed to herself wondering how she managed to get herself caught up in such a situation as this one. It wasn't that she disliked werewolves, she just simply wasn't in the habit of becoming friends with them. She didn't have many friends as she usually enjoyed keeping to herself.
Nia seemed to bond with the girl quite well and was able to figure out all kind of information about her in the span of a few seconds. Perhaps since the two got along so well this meant that after Isadore changed she could thank them and leave. She had absolutely no idea how to handle children let alone run away children who had the sight. Isadore watched the two play a racing game as she followed closely behind still limping slightly from her wound. She had been getting hurt too much lately and due to exhaustion it was taking a bit longer to heal fully. Plus, it wasn't as if the other Shadowhunter with them had cared to put much thought and detail into the rune. Isadore scoffed quietly as she sat down on a couch inside the apartment. It was Shadowhunters like him that made her prefer being on her own rather than stationed in an institute.
Isadore hadn't had much time to process the situation that she was in and what she would do with the young girl before two Shadowhunters barged in demanding that Nia be given to them. Oh now this is just freaking great she thought sarcastically as she fumbled for a weapon. She stayed back for most of the fight allowing the werewolves to handle it, and when she tried to land a blow she managed to miss the female shadowhunter she was targeting. While it was a slight embarrassment on her part it was a good enough distraction in order for one of the wolves to land a heavy blow.
Almost directly after a strange half naked man burst through the door announcing his displeasure at the commotion. He said something about a party and Isadore gave him a look of pure astonishment. It didn't take her long to notice that he was a Warlock which explained his incredibly odd behavior. Oh great, first werewovles now Warlocks, what sort of company will I have the immense pleasure of being with next she thought to herself in slight annoyance. She noticed that there were three others trailing behind the male warlock. Two Shadowhunters, a rather handsome male and female, and another Warlock whom was female.
"Well, this was certainly unexpected" she said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Is everyone okay?"

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Luna followed closely behind Zane, he was going rather fast but it was nothing she couldn't keep up with. Kieran and the female Warlock followed behind her as she wondered exactly where it was they were going. It didn't take long for the small company to reach an apartment which Zane took the liberty of bursting into and announcing his presence. Immediately the stench of werewolves filled her nostrils and Luna peeked in the room behind Zane to witness first hand the commotion that had been going on inside. Wolves fighting Shadowhunters and Shadowhunters fighting Shadowhunters how displeasing. The two Shadowhunters whom were being fought quickly fled after realizing they were outnumbered and Luna flicked her eyes to the faces of those left. She wasn't that surprised to see that Shadowhunters and werewolves were fighting together as it was happening more and more this day and age.
A little girl appeared out from underneath a table and Luna frowned wondering what in the world she was doing there. Luna stepped out from behind Zane and into the room surveying the damage. She was pretty good when it came to nursing others so she was about to offer her help in fixing any wounds when she thought better of it and left the room to return to Kieran's side.
"Well, what a party this has been, huh?"

(didn't get to post as Nia last night, so here it is)
Nia barely gave the meany Shadowhunter man any attention at all. She knew that a fight was soon to break open, there seemed to be no way to avoid it. Why waste the few seconds before hell broke loose listening to her soon to be attacker? The words spoken were never very nice, a fact that never ceased to puzzle Nia.
Instead, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, allowing the adrenaline to saturate every unfocused part of her mind. Nia secretly lived for these moments of excitement. Her usually muddled mind became as clear as new glass, locking away all the ghosts that few knew tormented her constantly. It was her drug, and she saw no need to delve into it any deeper than that. Nia was more capable of helping others when chilled out on adrenaline, that was it. Having people think she was just a crazy daredevil was far easier than explaining what she really got out of it.
Flashing open her eyes, Nia started to make the change into her Megatron form, as she liked to call it. Her fangs snapped in anticipation of locking around the evil Nephilim's throat, followed by a low, deep growl when the same Nephilim dealt a blow to Aubrey and threw her limp body to the side. Nia had had enough standing around. With all the speed she could muster in the space given, she rammed into the male's torso, feeling the strength he carried by the way he withstood her attack. She felt it again in the viper-quick jab he made to her rib cage, a move so strong Nia was thrown back onto the ground. Almost half her ribs were broken, the jarring pain in her side as obvious a sign as ever. But, she'd heal quickly enough. No pain, no game.
Nia pulled herself up from the floor and immediately struck out at the male with swinging claws, when a flash of brown fur stopped her dead. Jax and the male Shadowhunter tumbled to the ground, coming to an abrupt stop multiple feet away from her. Nia watched in stunned silence as Jax unleased an energy she'd never seen from him. The few punches he was able to get in were made with deathly precision. Her expression of awe and gratitude, though marred a little by her half-phased features, was still present, when Jax rushed back to stand in front of her.
"Get out of here, we can hold 'em off," he snarled over his shoulder, returning his attention right back to their opponent, who, unfortunately seemed just as resilient as werewolf-kind were. Nia was touched by this show of heroism, not a small feat for her considering her generally silly manner. She would have told him all this, but the Shadowhunter guy was on them in the space of a breath. His swinging sword missed Jax's head by only a few inches, allowing the latter to dive for his knees, successfully tripping him up. The unknown villain's body had barely hit the ground, when he produced a dagger and threw it straight at Jax's chest. When he turned to Nia, she wanted nothing more than to tear this jerk limb from limb. Her claws slashed with inhuman speed, but her opponent seemed to be always a step ahead of her, dancing out of the way of each strike. Nia was quickly tiring, her speed leaving with her energy. And, in her moment of weakness, the Shadowhunter made his move. The last thing she heard before blacking out was the dull thud of his sword's hilt connecting with her skull.
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Taking the stairs two at a name, Emma struggled to keep up with her suddenly motivated mentor. His word's had been so cryptic, his actions so aggravating after what their earlier conversation appeared to be leading to. She hadn't even begun to think about what they were rushing towards, her mind far too filled with other things. So, when they finally reached their destination, Emma couldn't even form words, let alone a defense for the battle that lay before them. Zane, on the other hand, was ready with impressive, yellow flames.
"I don't remember inviting any of you to my party. If you were going to crash it, you could at least make it to the right floor before starting all this fun."
At her mentor's playful, yet power-infused, words, a particularly dark looking Nephilim detached himself from a bloodied werewolf, picked up an equally dark looking Nephilim girl, and vanished out the window. With wide eyes, Emma surveyed the wreckage of the sparsely furnished apartment. She felt almost ashamed that, while she'd been sorting out her feelings for her mentor, fellow Downworlders were being attacked only feet below her.

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Nia came to only a few minutes after the blow was dealt. Werewolf healing powers were sure nifty. Though, her head still hurt like it never had before, everything else seemed to be fine. And, fortunately, she was still in the apartment. She hadn't realized how afraid she was of being taken again until it had almost become reality.
"All right, then?" Nia suddenly noticed the presence of Jax, her heroic wolf boy. He seemed much more beaten up than the last time she'd seen him, which had only been a few minutes ago. He was applying pressure to a stab wound, one that she did remember seeing dealt out. Her brow crinkled in worry.
"Well that was rude," a deep, unfamiliar voice said. "I think you all have some explaining to do."
Nia immediately switched her attention to the very new presence of four visitors, two Shadowhunters and two warlocks.
"I'm fine. But, you're obviously not, my wolf in shining fur. How lucky we are to have two warlocks in our now quite large party," Nia said, gesturing to the group by the door, before continuing her ramble in a stage whisper to Jax. "I'm not sure whether their good warlocks, though. I've never learned how you can tell. Is it the fire? It's yellow, which I guess is better than red. I always assumed evil warlocks would resemble bats in some way. I must say, I'm actually a little disappointed."

Aubrey, flung to the side like she was a mere rag doll, cursed her small size as she hit chairs and skidded into the wall with a deafening, head-spinning thud. Paws scrambling to push herself up, quietly whimpering at her bruised, if not broken ribs, the wolf shook cracked plaster off her fur and growled, ready to lunge at the male Shadowhunter again, this time from the back. She hoped to distract him from the current fight with Aubrey's two pack-mates, the only ones she was certain had to escape from here. They were her responsibility and her top priority.
Taking a step toward him, Aubrey's path was cut off by his sister, the female Shadowhunter with a malicious gleam in her green eyes. Before the wolf knew it, she was pinned, and neither her sharp teeth nor claws, the only weapons she currently had, affected the murderous Shadowhunter.
Blinding pain stopped all of Aubrey's fighting for a moment as a silver-tipped arrow cut a path across her face, from an ear to her muzzle. Blood pooled into one of her eyes, and Aubrey was able to form the coherent thought that the Shadowhunter had luckily missed the actual eye the wound seemed to be so near to. All the better, now she could see the Shadowhunter had raised her bow and pointed it directly to Aubrey's chest, what would for sure be a lethal blow if she let the arrow fly. Tasting blood, Aubrey scrambled to move, knowing it was useless but refusing to just lay there and die. 
Miraculously, some of the weight that had pinned her to the ground was lifted, and Aubrey was able to really move. She only briefly saw the dagger the Shadowhunter had barely avoided, and these precious moments would cost her. With a triumphant growl, Aubrey raked a paw down the girl's back, desperately grateful to hear the Shadowhunter's cry of pain for once. 
Finally standing again, Aubrey rushed to the Shadowhunter, now weakened, eager to spill her blood again. Her wolfish instincts were taking over completely, and nothing was holding her back as she sprinted, jaws open, ready to attack. Too late she saw the dagger leave the girl's hand, and only felt it bury itself into her stomach. In an instant Aubrey was back on the floor, this pain far more intense than anything she had felt earlier. The slow-healing cut on her face could not compare to the stab wound that sent pain radiating throughout her entire body. Once again, she realized death was close, since the Shadowhunter surely wouldn't leave her be in this state.
Eyes closed, or maybe she just couldn't see due to pain, Aubrey missed the flames shoot through the air and chase the siblings away. Precious moments later, her vision cleared enough to see a blurry group of people at the front, a mixture of warlocks and to her utter frustration, more Shadowhunters.
From her position on the floor, Aubrey took in her own wounds. She didn't remember when she had shifted from her wolf form, but it was her human body before her that now ached. Now able to pull the dagger out of her stomach, Aubrey did so, disgusted to find more silver. Pressing her hands to the wound, hoping to slow the scarlet blood that still poured from the wound, she sucked in a breath, and sat up.
Her eyes searched and quickly found her pack-mates. Sitting together several feet away, Jax and Nia were alive, bleeding and wounded, but alive. Only knowing that was Aubrey able to give her full attention to the newcomers. Successfully standing without a single cry of pain, which Aubrey considered quite a success considering just how terrible she felt, she took a few steps to the group, before unwillingly sliding into the nearest chair.
"I'm Aubrey, third in com...well, formerly third in command of the local pack. Jackson, Nia, Alastair, Isadore. Oh, and Bianca there." Introducing the strange mix that for now had become her group, the she-wolf continued, still applying pressure to her stomach wound, blood slipping through her fingers and staining her shirt. "I'd shake your hands, but, ah...Anyways, I'm afraid that the explanation is hugely extravagant, and although I am incredibly grateful for your assistance, as my friend Nia has pointed out, we do not know where you stand. Who are you?"

"I'm not sure whether their good warlocks, though. I've never learned how you can tell. Is it the fire? It's yellow, which I guess is better than red. I always assumed evil warlocks would resemble bats in some way. I must say, I'm actually a little disappointed." Zane tsk’d in the direction of the female wolf that lay sprawled out next to a handsomely rugged and very bloody male wolf. In all his many years, he had gotten many reactions when meeting for the first time but he can’t say that anyone had ever been disappointed. When the other she-wolf spoke, he turned his bemused gaze to the other red head, having to save some dramatic display of magic directed at the first red head for later. He had to say though, there was an over abundance of red hair in the room and that made non-disappointing warlock almost giddy.
“Where I stand, cupcake, is in my apartment building. Where any and all downworld shenanigans is supposed to be reported to me directly. Though clearly by the fault of everyone’s favorite albeit over weight landlord there’s been a lapse of communication.” With a dramatic sigh, Zane threw his hands up in the air, a small flash of yellow sparks crackling around him as he did so.
“But that’s what I get for relying on a mundane that wears socks with his sandals. Ugh, what is he thinking..” It took a nudge from Emma for the warlock to refocus on the bloody mess in front of him.
“Anyways, there are more pressing matters than mundane fashion violations. I’m Zane, the almighty, the magnificent, the irresistibly sexy, which ever title you would prefer. This is my apprentice, Emma and our new friends and neighbors, Kieran and Luna. And presently I stand on whatever side isn’t terrorizing the occupants of my building. Alright, let’s lose some clothing here so I can see who’s hurt. Emma, check on those four.”
Kneeling down beside the two that were closest, Zane let his gaze travel over the first red-head, inspecting the damage.
“Looks like you’re already healing up, missy. You probably have a lovely little headache though.” A soft yellow glow began to crackle in his palm as he moved his hands slowly over the she-wolfs face, moving his hand back and forth as he drew the pain from within her. As he worked, a strange tingle began to run down his spine as he got a sense of the girl’s energy and unusual abilities.
“Interesting…” He purred as he gave the girl a knowing look.
“Am I wrong in assuming you were the target of this little invasion? I imagine the hounds of Slade would be very interested in your… talents…” He kept his voice low so that only the she-wolf and the male crouched behind her could hear.
“You know who they are?” The male spoke for the first time, his brogue thickened by the obvious pain of his wounds.
“You don’t live as long as I do without knowing a few things, darling.” After he felt the last of the females pain subside, he moved towards the male, his palms still glowing.
“Your turn.” Zane chuckled as the male moved away from his touch, shaking his shaggy head in protest.
“M’fine. S’healing.” He mumbled, inching as far away from Zane as his injuries would allow.
“Would you remove your friends shirt and hold him down so I don’t have to?” He asked Nia,
“Not that I would mind much.” He added with a wink at the female.
“Though I’m sure he would appreciate you being the one to undress him. “ The warlock resisted a wicked cackle at the adorable flood of color that stained the cheeks of the otherwise pale wolf as he tried to inch even further away. Waiting for the assistance of the now healed Nia, he spared a glance at the others, watching Emma work for a moment before speaking again.
“Well whatever you lovely people did to get the attention of Slade, it’s not a very good look. He’s bad news. Is this your first run in with his charming little minions?” Zane himself had not been fortunate enough to come face to face with this mysterious Slade but he had been hearing whispers for far too long, and now it seems that he was finally letting his attack dogs out of the shadows. First the incident at the Institute and now this, Zane was not very happy with the havoc that this guy thought would be okay to inflict on his city but didn’t have nearly enough information to put a stop to it, not yet.

"Anyways, there are more pressing matters than mundane fashion violations. I’m Zane, the almighty, the magnificent, the irresistibly sexy, which ever title you would prefer. This is my apprentice, Emma and our new friends and neighbors, Kieran and Luna. And presently I stand on whatever side isn’t terrorizing the occupants of my building. Alright, let’s lose some clothing here so I can see who’s hurt. Emma, check on those four." Isadore rolled her eyes as she listened to the Warlock speak, his words didn't come as surprising to her since it wasn't unknown to the general population that Warlocks were overly fond of themselves. She didn't really care who this Warlock was or who his friends were though she did have to admit to herself that this Zane and his friend Kieran were two incredibly good looking individuals. Taking out her stele Isadore began to draw some more healing runes on her body, although she was in the process of healing she still hurt from her earlier battle. Good thing she didn't sustain any damage during this fight, though she did feel really useless for being of no help at all to the rest of the party. She couldn't say she was particularly fond of any of them or there company but she was grateful towards them for saving her life and offering her a place to crash.
After a few moments her new healing runes began to take affect and she was able to stand again barely wincing at the slight pain that traveled across her stomach. Stupid demons and their damn swords, always such a hassle if you get hurt by one she thought angrily while sliding her stele back into it's place in her boot. A nervous hand ran through her long red locks as her leaf green eyes shifted around the room taking in all of the faces. She really didn't want to be here anymore, the amount of wolves and Warlocks was making her extremely uncomfortable.
"Well whatever you lovely people did to get the attention of Slade, it’s not a very good look. He’s bad news. Is this your first run in with his charming little minions?" Isadore cocked her head to the side as the familiar name rang through her ears. She hadn't ever had a run in with the man himself but she had been hearing his name whispered by Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike in the streets lately. She sighed and spoke out in an almost bored sounding voice "I'm sorry, I know this Slade guy is important but...what are we supposed to do with this child?" She tilted her head to the side towards the position of the small girl who was still huddled under a side table in hiding. As important as she knew the Slade business might be they had other things to attend to first. Plus, she didn't want to leave and go on her way until the girl she risked her life for was taken care of.