[h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Drake Morrison[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	"You sure know how to clear a room Drake, I’ll give you that,” Daniil said.

	Drake looked over while he was adding weights to the bar to see it was Daniil. He looked back down as he placed a weight on one side and started walking to the other side to add one to it. "I can't seem to think of why," he started sarcastically, "they must have some place to be," he said with a wry smile.

	After a while, Drake had finished working out, took another shower and got dressed back into his regular clothes. Upon walking out of the training room, he noticed that he could still faintly hear the sound of the cello playing. 'Wow, that person has been at it for a long time, wonder who it is," he thought to himself. He casually started to walk over there when he heard the music come to a sudden stop. He figured it was just someone else stopping by until he heard a slight shout followed by silence. 'what the hell?' he thought, as his pace grew a bit faster, but then he heard a scream for help and he took off as fast as he could.

	When Drake arrived, he saw the two werewolves closing in on that red-haired girl he remembered from before, which only seemed to piss him off more. He was still in full sprint when he reached the stairs, so instead of running down the stairs, he jumped them instead, landing feet first on the shorter one, then used him as a springboard to jump into tackling the blonde one. When the taller bully realized who it was, his heart sank a bit as an all too recently broken nose just identified who tackled him.

	"How's the nose, asshole!?" Drake shouted as brought three hammering rights on the werewolf's face. The other one, however, had just gotten up and wen straight into his werewolf form. Drake, who was currently beating down the other guy, didn't notice until something jumped on his back and bit into his shoulder, making Drake grunt in pain. The blonde one took this opportunity to transform as well, and kicked Drake off of himself. It was now a two versus one fight between Drake and two turned werewolves. Drake, as strong as he is, knew this could be trouble, but still tried his best not to transform, especially today. He turned to Reena, "Get out of here! Get one of the headmasters!"

	Unlike the other fights he has been in during training, this was a real fight, which meant no rules to keep anybody safe. He was already bleeding from the shoulder and he wasn't sure how long he could keep his own werewolf form from coming out. He would just have to make do until help arrived he guessed. One on one, this would have been an easy fight, however every time Drake started to gain the upper hand on one, the other would sneak in another attack. Given the other two were taking heavy blows, but right now, they were in a frenzy and kept coming back for more. Drake could feel his anger growing, and his desire to actually kill these two and finish this was starting to make itself heard in the back of his mind. He dodged a slash of the claws from the blonde one only to be launched by the other into the wall, and by the time he looked up, the blonde one was in his face again, with his long claws deep in his gut.

	Drake was shocked as he coughed up blood and was picked up by the werewolf. With a twisted grin and a boost in confidence, the werewolf lifted him up with his claws. "Hah, you're no true werewolf. You should beg for me not to kill you." Drake's responded by spitting blood in his eye, "Like I ever want to be one of you." With a snarl, the enraged werewolf threw Drake against the wall, leaving a blood streak down to where he fell. "I guess we'll just have to kill you then, [i]and that little vampire too[/i]."

	At that, Drake's eyes shot open as something familiar seemed to be taking hold of him, "THE HELL YOU WILL!" he yelled. He started to transform into his werewolf form. It was a struggle of wills, and took longer than most transformations, but Drake finally let it go as his rage consumed him. By the time he finished, he was huge, even when the two were standing upright he was as tall as them when on all fours, and a couple feet taller once standing. The shorter two seemed to start to lose their nerve at the sight, though the blonde one was too proud to back down, and jumped forward to attack, but to no avail. Drake grabbed him by the head and slammed him into to ground, knocking him out cold and making him revert to his human form. The other, tried to start running up the stairs to escape. Drake clambered up them as well, a little bulky for the stairs and the hall, more in a state of blind rage than anything. The other werewolf was faster, and was easily out pacing Drake, but, being a bit on the crafty side, Drake picked up the unconscious blonde werewolf and slung him at the other. The other werewolf never saw it coming, he turned for a moment to see his friend face to face as he flew through the air making contact and sending both flying. They were beaten, and the other werewolf was doing his best to run. Drake was leaving a trail of blood from his shoulder and stomach, as it seemed to heal slower than most werewolves.

 Heard throughout the school, Drake let out a deep low toned and haunting howl as he gave chase. The full moon seemed to call to him earlier than expected.