Who: Lena and Grace's pack leader. Then Terry. What: Eliminating a threat When: 1 June. Late afternoon Where: Diagon Alley. Then Los Tiburones Stats | Rating: Incomplete | High for murder, talk of violence.
London was getting muggy again, though Lena was never one to call it hot. It rarely got around the scorching 40 degrees that her home did. That helped, as it meant she was able to wear her hair down and enough clothing to hide the difference in body type and size from her impersonations and herself. Not that most people paid her any mind. She was pretty and with the right makeup perfectly generic. It made people overlook her, even if they had an inkling she may not belong. Hiding in plain sight was not what she preferred all the time, but there were now reasons to leave Los and walk around again.
She had noticed a few new scents in the area that seemed off. They were simply wrong. As the one without a real job, she could dedicate time to investigating. She went out for an hour or so a day to wander around Diagon Alley to look around. Today was no different. There were a few people milling about with their heads down and feet moving fast. She understood. No one wanted to catch the eye of an officer who may search them. It only added to her ability to move around. They all ignored each other, and she snuffled the air every so often.
She had been returning to Knockturn when the scent wafted over her again. Stronger than before. Closer. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she felt a cold chill run down her spine. The sense of danger overwhelmed her and for a moment, the wolf froze. She knew that type of scent and the pungent musk of it. While rank and almost acidic, it was like Benji’s. Dominant and off-setting. Without even noting the heaviness of the foot falls approaching, she knew who it was that had found her, as well. So, she ducked behind a few of the buildings. Lena needed space to either sprint and lose him or at least handle the confrontation.
She moved between an old shop that was now abandoned and the walls for Knockturn when she felt a hand grip her rough enough to leave bruises. She was swung around though she weighed nothing and slammed into the wall. Lena gasped in pain as she collided into the brick and coughed. One of her feet kicked lightly, realizing she was pinned a few inches above the ground. The woman looked down at the slightly tanned and grimy hand holding her in place then tracked the arm up to the torso and finally the face of the male wolf who had her trapped.
“Excuse me,” she tried, her voice pitched higher than normal and ringing with a Northern accent. “Could you let me go? I’ll summon an officer if you do not.”
The man’s eyes snapped to hers suddenly, and her blood ran cold. His eyes were a steely blue and shadowed with a heavy brow. He was handsome if not for the blank and almost detached look in his square face. His wide, full mouth was parted slightly as he looked her over in greater detail. He slowly let her drag down the wall, but he did not move his hand. After a second, Lena attempted to push past only to find herself slammed once more into the wall with a hollow thud. She gasped again and coughed at it. The man’s hand gripped tighter as he looked her over.
Then his inhaled deeply. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened his pupils were blown and eyes hungry. Lena glared back up at him and set her jaw. She was not going to sneak her way out of this, but the woman was not about to cower, no matter how she felt the plea to. He was not her leader, but he was one somewhere. The Ministry, most likely.
“Sir,” she tried again and was silenced by a low grown. She sneered and returned one of her own.
One of the man’s hands released her and slowly made its way in front of her. His eyes were jumping all over her face as he continued to breath in deeply. Whatever it was about the combination of Lena’s scent and the heavy perfume she wore out was either confusing him or intriguing him. His fingers reached forward and gently grazed along her cheek and jaw. Lena’s eyes narrowed. She let out a low, threatening rumble in her chest that arrested his movements for a moment. The touch moved from her face to down her neck, along her pulse.
“I know you,” He purred with a dark grin. “You’re one of the ones who killed so many of my family.”
Lena did not break eye contact as his finger trailed back up the column of her throat and along her chin. She stayed perfectly still but cataloged the moment. She was behind a building off an alley. They were alone and no one had noticed them duck away. He was not a person who had been known in the area until the last month or so. He was strong, yes, but she was healthier and hopefully faster. She had the wall against her but could use that to her advantage. Lena’s eyes narrowed as he pulled at her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb and licked his canine.
“I’m sure she would let me keep you, though. You would be a wonderful partner for me. She’s wanted children, after all.”
Lena bristled at that and growled again with her teeth bared. Her hand snapped up suddenly and grabbed his wrist away with a nail digging into his pressure point. The man hissed in pain and slammed her back again. Lena grabbed and wretched his thumb back toward his wrist enough for his grip to loosen. The woman tucked her shoulder and pushed off the wall and the man stumbled away. She let go of his wrists and let the distance appear. He growls at her and she crouched and grinned back, body thrumming with adrenaline and anger. How dare he try to claim her.
He approached and she kicked out. As she hoped, the man grabbed her ankle. She pushed off the ground and spun in his grasp to kick him in the jaw. The man dropped to the ground and Lena moved to run past him. He gripped her ankle and tripped her. She dropped and scurried up again and turned to face him again. The man was not quite standing when Lena charged and lunged forward with a knee to his chest and a strike to his throat. As he stumbled back, the girl reached for her two stylish hair sticks and pulled them out and hissed as her hand made contact with the silver. They were normally her insurance if someone caught her, but now they were her weapon.
Lena dropped her weight and dodged his swipes before kicking his knee, widening his stance, then moved in the open space now. She plunged the sharpened silver sticks into his thigh with purpose—hitting the artery. The man gave a loud gasp in pain. She removed them and stabbed in again, circling the weapons to widen the wound. The silver poisoning in the bloodstream would do enough damage to make sure his blood thinned. Lena removed them and stood up as he stumbled back into the wall he had had her pinned against not that long ago. He slid down it to the ground and Lena stood over him as his eyes grew heavy and the blood continued to pour out of the wounds and onto the ground. After a minute, he stopped moving. She stooped low and stared into his lifeless eyes. She then wiped off the sticks and put them back in her hair before looking down at her bubbling, burned skin. Shit. She took up her wand and made quick work or the blood, then hid his body in a box to deal with later. Shaking, she apparated back to Los Tiburones, hoping someone was there to help.