There was no question as to whether or not August would be in attendance for the peace march. He had been looking forward to Saturday all week long. It was a great way to prove to the world that being supernatural didn't automatically mean that they weren't good people. He wasn't the big bad wolf, bearing fangs and ready to rip small children's throat out at a moments notice. The public needed to be aware and August encouraged all of the out members of his pack to be in attendance. While he hadn't arrived with his siblings, he was well aware that most of them would be there -- Jo especially. August had arrived with Julian, but the moment the other were caught sight of Marisa he was gone in a flash, stopping long enough to tell August that he would catch him later. His friend knew that there would be words when they saw each other again -- Marisa's name couldn't be brought into a conversation without August having something to say about her.
The boom was incredibly loud. August did his best to brace himself as the ground begin crack and shift beneath his feet. He was knocked backward but instead of falling he was pushed into a run. Once his feet had found their pace he was moving away from the bridge as it began to fall to pieces. It wasn't until he was safe on the other side that he stopped to turn around. What he saw made his heart sink to his stomach. There was fire and smoke in the air; people were screaming and the smell of blood was overwhelming. August didn't linger there longer than a second before he moved to action. Any sane person would have remained on safe ground and thanked their lucky stars that they survived, but August had people he cared about that had been at this march, people that could be hurt. He ran back to the bridge, careful not to step on any weak spots. His nose took him straight over to a pile of rubble. Instantly, he began picking up pieces of concrete and throwing them off the person who was trapped underneath. August should have realized that there was no way that they could have been alive, but the desire to find his family ruled his actions more than anything. Thirty minutes he searched, his arms beginning to scream out in protest every time he lifted something heavy, but he continued -- and would continue until he found everyone. August stepped over a blockade of rubble when he noticed a body laying off to the side. From where he was standing, it was hard to get a good look at who it was -- there was just so much blood. He approached the woman -- that much he could see -- carefully. It wasn't until he was standing over her that he realized it was Farren. "REN!" He shouted his sister's name as he dropped to his knees. His hands hovered over her body, afraid to touch her for fear of making her injuries worse. August had never before envied Trent's EMT training, but he did more than anything in the world at that moment. He placed his hands on either side of his sisters face, brushing her cheeks softly with his coarse thumbs. "Ren, Ren please wake up for me."