[i]Ophelia stood silently for a long while, simply listening as Morthos and Jax taunted the wolves. Their anger was rising, and she hid a smile. She flicked her right wrist slightly, her whip sliding down her arm and into her hand, snapping at the ground beneath her bare feet. The wolves heads turned, their attention on Ophelia now. She knew her scent would be enough to draw out the Alpha and Beta wolves, unless they were afraid. But with this amount in a pack, they shouldn't be. [color=6ecff6]"Unless one of you are the Alpha and Beta in this pack, which I doubt because you all seem to be pretty moronic, I suggest going to get them..."[/color] Her normally very soft spoken voice took on a tone of command, despite Jax being their leader in this mission. Ophelia knew a lot about Werewolves as it was, and knew she had a huge advantage against them. She hoped Jax wouldn't be upset. She turned her head and looked at her sister, who looked completely badass like always, ready to fight.

When her head turned back to the wolves only seconds later, the Alpha and Beta were standing at the front of the group of wolves. A very obvious wave of power rolled off of them. It made her nervous despite her experiences before, and she stared the Alpha down. He was huge, and unwavering in the presence of the four of them. [color=fff200]"You can turn back now, Vampire. No need to end your life here,"[/color] the Alpha spoke, his voice booming over them. Ophelia simply smiled, [color=6ecff6]"I'm not afraid of you, Edward. Turn yourselves in, or face the consequences." [/color]

[color=fff200]"Such big threats from a tiny Vampire,"[/color] Edward retorted, his voice mocking. Ophelia rolled her eyes, and made one small, unnoticeable gesture toward Morthos to start the fire cage. Anyone who wasn't paying close attention wouldn't have guessed her movement was anything but natural, and her closed lipped smile spread into a wide grin, one of her shoulders coming up into a half shrug. Ophelia took note that the female Beta to Edwards' side wasn't saying anything, probably after having been told not to. She hope Roxas could handle her. She looked vicious and blood thirsty. 

As soon as Morthos had the fire going, Ophelia's arms moved like lightening, as well as her feet to close some of the distance between herself and Edward. Her whip snapped out and she wrapped it around his left leg and paw as tight as she could, pulling back with pure strength, causing him to stumble just slightly forward. While he was moving to get his footing again, Ophelia took her bow off her back, knocked a silver tipped arrow, and shot it into his side. She knew the silver would screw him over, making it painful to move and such, and maybe it was a cop out move, but she would want to store her energy to fully take him out, and then help Jax and Morthos once that was done. Once Edward had realized what had happened, she snapped the arrow off, the tip still stuck inside his body, and ran full speed toward Ophelia. She crouched slightly, then jumped up just as he reached her, and she placed her feet on his shoulder blades, pushing off of him to flip behind him, landing in a crouch again. She turned to look over her shoulder, and he wasn't far behind again. Werewolves were fast, but this vampire was faster.[/i]