[center]Ryanair tore his gaze away from the bodies, his stomach roiling as bile fills his throat. His mouth opens as if to answer her, his throat clenching when he notices two figures atop the stairs. 

Ynez and Evian look close to breaking. They lurch forward and shift without seeming to notice, both approach their fallen packmates with hesitant steps. Ryanair can tell they aren't breathing, the amount of blood that's pooled around their bodies is proof enough. A werewolf can heal almost any injury, though if it's deep enough and done countless times then their natural healing factor can't kick in quick enough. Ryanair grits his teeth and turns away from the scene as soft whines begin to fill the air, he instead faced Clara and offered an answer. 

“I don't know. In his room perhaps.” He felt cold and empty, sure he'd seen death before but not so many at one time. The sound of thundering footsteps drew his attention up the staircase, his hands balling into fists as he spots the last three people he wished to see. Wolff was still as stone, Esther had a hand to her lips and Isabella had a look of absolute shock on her face. 

“Who-why-” Esther managed those those two words before both werewolves began to howl, Wolff leapt down the stairs and towards them at once. Ryanair blinked only once before turning on his heel and heading back up the stairs, he was frightened and this decision could very well end horribly but he [i]needed to do something.[/i] Reaching his sire’s door, the blonde took only a moment of hesitation before his fist slammed against the wood. He did it two times, then three and waited for a response. 

None came and the wolves howls continued to fill his ears. His leg lifted and slammed against the door hard enough to dent it, though this time the wood gave way and Ryanair stepped back when the door swung open. His stomach roiled and the blonde rose a hand to cover his mouth, the God awful smell filling his scenes as his eyes peered into the room. Blood splattered the walls and floor just as downstairs, the only difference was the added smell of burnt flesh. A whimper escaped his lips when he stepped inside and found Kieran on his back with rods made of silver piercing his skin. 

What the hell had happened the night before? Why now and why the wolves?

Ryanair’s legs buckled and he met the back wall, he slid down it and curled into a tight ball. He wanted everything to go back to normal, he didn't want to fear his own sire anymore or be on the run. He wanted to be with Clara and Kieran without the fear of needing to hide. [/center]

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