Arching as it rushed out, power flew from her chest, violent in its passage. It slammed against the brothers as it went, knocking them to the ground. Angela's breathing was harsh as silence fell, the thin shield vanishing as the fire sank back down to a dim glow.

"WWhhhhoooo!"

The wolf's call was close, like it was responding to her cry for help, and Dean looked at his twin with worried eyes.

"What is she?"

Dillan frowned at his brother's spooked tone and face. He hadn't seen the shield or the fire and had already passed off being knocked down to the gusting wind.

"Ours, and we'll have her here and now. Your turn to go first." he spat, reminding his brother of their goal and who they were.

Both men missed the shadows moving closer as they shared an evil grin and suddenly spun, rushing her.

Angela threw herself toward the Blazer, firing wildly. They dropped low, but kept moving. Then, the dry click of her gun echoed, and they stood, eagerly closing in for the kill.

"Fire! Ice!"

The flames blazed up between them again, but died just as fast. Her energy was spent, and the brothers jumped it at the same time, ignoring the bits of hail falling on them.

Crack! Crack! Only Dillan made it across the short flames, bullets flying through the air, and an unseen predator padded into the circle of light as Dean hit the tall grass beyond the fire, clutching his leg.

Dillan grabbed for Angela's arm, meaning to use her as a shield against whoever was shooting at them, but powerful jaws sank into his wrist. Pain flashed, making him let go, the bullets forgotten as blood sprayed violently. "Aaaaaahhhh… Dean!"

The huge timber wolf shook his head and Dillan began punching the creature with hard, serious blows to the head that had no effect.

Angela wince, moving back farther as bones crunched between the wolf's teeth.

"Kill it! Dean!"

Dean stayed quiet, hands searching for the gun he'd lost when the unexpected slug had slammed into his leg, but he was tracking the shadows, looking for the walking dead man who'd done this.

"Dean! Shoot it!"

The wolf jerked the hurt man to his knees, blood covering his muzzle. When he let go, baring sharp, red teeth, Dillan scrambled to get away.

"He'll go for your throat if you move again," Angela forwarded a thought from the beautiful predator's mind, and the twin stilled, holding his mauled arm.

Angela quickly retrieved the gun she'd dropped and the injured man looked at her with a hatred that gave her another deep chill of fear. Her death was in those remorseless eyes and it was ugly.




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