The loud crash woke her up and had her out of bed in no time, confusion on her face as she looked to Fenrir, just as confused as she.
Another loud crash this one followed with the sound of breaking wood, and she rushed out towards the sounds of screams and shouted hexes, yelling out when she opened the door to a brightly burning living room.
'Fucking hell!' she shouted, slamming the door shut and turning towards Fenrir and the window. 'We need to get out.' She had her Death Eater robes in one hand, her wand in the other as she crawled out of the window, Fenrir following close behind, both of them running towards the sound of people.
'I need to check on the pack,' Fenrir yelled, running off as she threw her robes over her head. Turning her head she saw their house engulfed in flames. Fuck! Someone was going to pay dearly for that.
Arriving just as Rodolphus ordered them to go outside and fight, she started to run, her wand firmly in her hand as she headed outside the wards, scanning the area for someone to fight, though making a light job of the first one coming up against her by cracking his chest open, leaving him alive for Fenrir to play with when he came back. He'd know it was her gift. Just like her first one.
She smirked, aiming and firing off hexes left and right as she went. She wanted a target, someone to play with, someone worthy to play with. That's when she spotted them. The traitor, as he was known in the pack, and his bitch. Now those would be fun to play with. Especially since Fenrir had plans for the bitch.
She smiled, and took off, throwing a light hex in the direction of the bitch.