What was he doing here?

Malik walked along another dark hallway, taking note of the various doors around him and inhaling the scent of the place. He had not agreed to the crazy idea of helping these westerners, nor had he agreed to put his pack in harm's way from a bunch of foreign vampires that they would reap zero benefits from fighting.

He stopped himself, fighting and killing the sickness that vampires brought, regardless of where in the world they were, was always beneficial and worthwhile. He just wished he was doing it back in his native country of Turkey, or better yet his home city of Ankara.

His almost eight-foot-tall frame, and his ears almost touched the low ceiling of the hallway and he found himself subconsciously ducking down to avoid hitting his head. His tan fur was a beacon for the rest of his people, but it also made him a very apt target in the low light environment. That also meant that if he was being the one targeted, then his pack would be less in harm's way. He wouldn't have it any other way, even though his pack did have two females in it. They had proven themselves to be capable warriors, and he wouldn't trade them for any two men no matter what others might say, or how that might make him look in the eyes of the city elders from the City under the Sand.

They were moving with caution and stealth, which meant they were moving slowly. The explosion of gunfire had caught them all by surprise and they had all run back towards the noise of the weapons. By the time either his or the other group that had broken off from the main group, got to the ambush sight, everything was already over.

The bodies of three werewolf packs from his city had been ripped to pieces by high caliber gunfire and frag grenades. The dead bodies, like all of their kind, had shifted back into their native human and wolf form when they died, with pieces of their bodies all over the floor and wall.

They had made the decision to split up permanently and increase their search radius. Malik, had been chosen to lead his group of four packs, while Yahir was chosen to lead his group. Now Malik was stalking down another dark hallway, listening to everything around him and trying to anticipate where these vampires might attack from next.

He came to another door and pressing his ear to the metal, he could hear nothing but the soft vibration of the building itself. This whole place felt unnatural to him and he felt a soft itch going along his arms, an itch that he couldn't scratch. He would be happy when they were gone from this place.

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Finding the door unlocked, he pushed it open and found it leading to a neat little stairway. Glancing up, he saw that the stairway was not a main entrance or exit, and seemed to stop at the floor above them. He inhaled the air and could smell nothing, so he led his people up the stairs and through the door at the top.

They were on the second floor and this floor seemed more open and brighter than the floor they just left. He inhaled and stopped. He caught a sickly decaying scent and knew that their prey was not too far away. He pushed himself along the wall, motioning for his pack and those that followed him to move along the walls of the bright room. The werewolves slid around the outside of the room without making a sound.

At the far side of the room, half hidden by a low separator wall, three vampires stood over a few crates and were rapidly assembling what only could be a mini gum and tripod. The vampires were so focused on their work and speed that when the werewolves fell on them, the vampires had no time to react or radio for help. They didn't even have time to scream. But Malik made sure that the half demons knew exactly what had ended their half-life of undeath.

Malik watched the cursed light of life drain from the vampire in front of him, as it's blood spewed out from his cut throat and the hole in his body from the claw that had been shoved into his abdomen. Malik brought the thing close to his jaw and whispered to him as he died. He tossed the body to the ground.

Kamaria, his pack Tracker, looked over at him. Her fur was spattered with blood that muddied her streaks of black and white fur that shot throughout her overall brown furred body. Her golden eyes were level and steady with his, "Why waste words on the twice dead?"

"It wasn't for him, it was for me, and those that died, and those that will die before the day is out," Malik replied.

"So, it was a prayer then?" asked Owais, his Scout and one of two wolf-born in his pack.

"More like a vow, and a promise," Malik responded and didn't say more. He led his people through a door off to his left and disappeared, leaving the corpses behind.

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Kenneth stood in the middle of his office. He was looking at a large screen that had been split into twelve different feeds from twelve different cameras set up throughout the first floor of his tower. He was wearing a steel blue grey suit, that had a soft sheen under the pure white light of his office lights overhead. His shoes were polished and reflected the room around him.

He had anticipated the wolves might try something like this. What he hadn't counted on was the sheer numbers of wolves and the strange newcomers. He had heard the legends of course, of other clans and types of Shape shifters in the world, but Alesandro had never mentioned anything to him about other Shape shifter clans or groups actually existing. He would have to capture a few of them and see just what they were capable of, and what rock the wolves had dug them out from under.

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