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Perhaps Jack implying Victoria was complicit in the murders was an overstep, Jack could admit that much. Perhaps Sloane asking why Drake couldn't save Jade was out of line. [i]Hopefully[/i] Sloane could understand that. Jack had never known Drake to be a particularly violent individual. Sure, they all waged a war against a demigod as kids, but that was to save the world. He liked to believe that Drake was a reasonable person. 

But he was clearly wrong. 

Jack watched Drake shove Luca off to the side, causing the poor fellow to fall and break his wrist, and bleed. And then he watched Drake punch the living shit out of Sloane, who devolved to tears. At this point, Jack was fed up with Drake's shit. Once his fist disconnected from Sloane's face, Drake would feel his arms and legs being gripped by something. Any normal person would see absolutely nothing, it would simply be like Drake tensed up. But the people at this table would see that the darkness around them folded inwards into the shape of hands, latching onto his limbs like strands from a web. The shadows grabbed Drake and refused to let go. He was trapped, and Jack was on his feet before anyone could protest. On any other day, even a day when their lives were actively at risk, Jack's face betrayed absolutely nothing. He was typically cool as ice, not affected by whatever was happening around him; Always levelheaded, and ready to weather the storm. But right now, anger was etched on his expression. Now, he was pissed, and [i]disappointed.[/i] Had time changed them all this much, that they would rather see one another brought low and bloody, than make amends like adults? Did Jade's passing weigh this heavily on him, that it clouded his judgement? If that was the case, then Drake was only a detriment to them all.

The shadowy hands kept their grips on Drake tight enough that they threatened to break [i]his[/i] wrists if he didn't calm himself the fuck down, or put away that Abstraction of his. Jack took one step forward, entirely unaware of another familiar face rolling up as he stared Drake dead in the face. 

[color=6644ff]"Who do you think you are, lashing out at her? We owe each other our [i]lives,[/i] and this is how you treat your childhood friends? Getting angry with Sloane when she asks you about Jade is one thing, but you have [i]no[/i] excuse for behaving like a child! [i]This[/i] is why we all fell apart, because we couldn't settle things without [i]fighting![/i] Is that the same fate you want to doom us all to again, now that some of us have been murdered?!"[/color] He'd grill Drake like this all night if it weren't for him realizing Evelyn was present. He... Was surprised she even came, honestly. But it took his mind off of Drake right now, who he [i]really[/i] wanted to punch with a fist that was magically hard as stone. 

Instead, he turned and walked over to where Sloane had fell, and held out a hand for her to stand up. That punch must have been [i]awful.[/i] [color=6644ff]"Try not to move quickly, that looked painful. I'll take both of you to a hospital. It'll be faster than driving there,"[/color] He offered, to both Sloane and Luca. He noted that Sloane was a teary mess right now, but chose not to comment on it. Of course she would be. 

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The first thing that grabbed Stormy’s attention amidst everything was, unsurprisingly, the giant fucking ball of fire in the shape of a bird. Stormy watched as it crashed down near him and Bianca, and became… A person. A person dressed like a cop. Yeah… That totally checked out. This stranger immediately started talking through some sort of earpiece and talking to Bianca as if they knew each other. Stormy put two and two together quickly.

[color=00ff98]”Nah. I’m mostly sure we haven’t met. Mostly. So tell me something, stranger. What took the PRA so long to get here?”[/color] Stormy might’ve had a reputation as a member of Drake and Sully’s “jock squad” but he was far from an idiot. There was no way in hell someone like this guy- Who Stormy assumed was an aberration of some kind- Was just a regular cop. [color=00ff98]”Not that I’m complaining, but-“[/color]

[i]Bang[/i]

Stormy’s attention was grabbed by the sudden gunshots. Alizee fell over, dead before she hit the ground.

For a brief moment, Stormy was a kid again. He was there on the battlefield, raising mile-long barricades and holding up the sky with his magic. All of the original members of the coven were there beside him, fighting for their lives. Even still, he could never save everyone. Bodies hit the grass, and no amount of defense could make them stand up again. Magic reflected the soul like a mirror, and Stormy was a protector at heart. He liked to tell himself that he was unbreakable, and skill, others around him died.

The moment passed, and he was on his feet. Alizee had a problem, but her problem was [i]their[/i] problem. Adrenaline surged through him, wrath lit his bones ablaze. Stormy felt Bianca’s boost multiple in him, and it emboldened him to summon two more shields, which tethered to his arms.

[color=00ff98]”I’ll kill them all…”[/color] He flung both of the shields towards Alizee’s killer- The fool who brought a gun out. He put [i]every[/i] ounce of muscle he had into the throw, fully intent on shattering the bastard, even killing then outright if he was lucky. 

The Wolfpack just dug their graves.