Elisabeth took a moment to gather her composure before she lifted her muzzle into the air and howled. When she received two faint howls in return, the young girl dropped her head and looked over at her companion. With their portion of the plan now completed, she supposed it was time for all of them to meet Khlia inside of the den. Grigory, seemingly understanding this, took the lead in going to the den.
When they stepped into the center of the den, Elisabeth was unsurprised to see Khlia's naked and bloody form standing over a corpse. Surrounding her were the members of the Whiteclaws--the Alpha, the mothers, the pups, the elderly. And each of them looked angrier and more horrified than the last--no doubt because of the violent murder they had just witnessed. Elisabeth approached Khlia's side and took a seat, her cold gaze set on the weeping men and women. She remained relatively relaxed at Khlia's side, though when someone growled or made a movement, she was quick to look in their direction and assess the situation. When no threat was found, she relaxed and went about her business.
At the end of Khlia's little speech, two men in the crowd began to yell insults and profanities. While Elisabeth did turn and watch them, she made no move to stop them. It wasn't until one of them shifted and lunged towards Khlia did Elisabeth finally take action. Without the slightest bit of hesitance, Elisabeth jumped forward and knocked the wolf down in the middle of his lunge. They fell to the ground, both of them snarling and snapping at each other. The pair struggled against one another for nearly a minute before Elisabeth was finally able to clamp her mouth around his neck.
The attacker struggled to throw Elisabeth off, all the while he whimpered and whined in pain. He struggled, and struggled, and struggled before a loud crack sounded. Then silence. Elisabeth climbed from the attacker's now limp body, her teeth and muzzle soaked in his blood. Without giving the attacker another glance, she returned to Khlia's side and took her seat. The crowd looked at Elisabeth, absolutely horrified. Some fell to the ground and sobbed. Others looked away, their fists clenched in anger. But they couldn't blame Elisabeth. Nor could they blame Khlia. Because in the end, this was the life of a werewolf.
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