This would be the second time she had truly seen the animalistic side of Ren in particular. It was just as terrifying as when they first met and just as beautiful, her eyes drawn to the woman with a flash of awe painted across her face. It was amazing how fast her vampiress could switch on a dime like she did, almost like she was a whole other person, but in the undercurrents of their link she could still sense the woman behind the predator. Her eyes widened slightly at the drumming of the emanation that Ren gave off, sending electricity shooting down her spine, like a direct injection of energy.

The hiss drove her from the temporary amazement and she tightened her grip mere moments before watching the fledgling leap at her. The half-starved vampire was no real threat, she was slow from hunger and easy to predict, but something did catch Lyselle off guard. She only meant to defend herself, lifting her blades up as a warning, however her own movements were notably faster then she was used to. It caused her to flinch, pulling her blades away - enough to let the younger vampire clamp around her. Emotions of confusion and fear sparked her heart to beat faster as she watched Ren’s arm snapped out—a blur—and the fledgling was wrenched away. For a heartbeat she was then left frozen in a mess of thoughts, which mostly amounted to [i]'how did [b]I[/b] move that fast?'[/i] For a heartbeat, her limbs had moved like they remembered something she didn’t.

[i]”Wysteria you will not, I repeat NOT, touch a single hair on that humans head."[/i]

The ancient's voice warning Wysteria not to harm her human brought her back to the present, noting that she'd have to figure out the whys of it all later. Though there was this feeling of warmth that stirred, swelling inside her chest at seeing how protective Ren [i]truly[/i] was. She looked to the sire with a discipled, but obvious gratefulness, sending the feeling of butterflies bouncing down their shared connection. Still she said nothing, letting Ren deal with it completely, paired with a sense of trust that the vampiress had been more than serious about keeping her safe.

[i]“I’m going to very quickly disable you from doing so, for now, until I can trust you to control your urges…”[/i]

She never got the chance to really marvel at the use of blood magic, but hearing the incantations, much like her blessings being repeated thrice was certainly a treat for the young, curious mind. Especially seeing the effect it had, which was never anything the Vigil ever taught.

[i]“Lyselle, my love.”[/i] The words meant to get her attention - which they very much did. [i]“How long do we have until the werewolves are upon us?”[/i] As much as her mind screamed at her to try and analyze the use of the word 'love', she simply didn't have the time to do so.

[color=#9BA7C3][b]"Seconds,"[/b][/color] Lyselle had replied, lowering her voice somewhat, clearly an indicator that the wolves were rapidly approaching. [color=#9BA7C3][b]"One behind you - one the opposite way."[/b][/color] At that, with utmost confidence that she could defend herself and that Ren would watch her, she turned her back to the pairing and lifted her blades up - eyeing where the female wolf had been silently stalking them.

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As Victor drew closer, he could hear muffled conversation, narrowing his eyes to peer through the darkness - everything painted in silver and black and where light seemed to shine bright to the werewolf eyes. Close enough now to hear normal conversation, just past some bushes, getting low and ready to pounce. Victor had to train especially hard in ambushing and sneaking given his taller form, but by this time he had been one of the best hunters - even if not [i]thee[/i] best. Which is why when he was just about to make himself known at full speed, he paused, eyeing the human opposite of his own prey.

Was she wielding silver weapons? A huntress - with a vampire? It certainly gave him pause as questions raced in his mind, of what this meant, and a ping of fear for his sister. They were ready to fight two vampires with one being weak, but never expected the third to be a hunter. Then it dawned - she must be dominated. There was hope then, if he could swallow the vampire's attention, the human might break free of the enchantment and might even turn sides. A very low sigh huffed through his maw before readying himself once more, turning his full attention on the woman protecting their prey, mission cemented in his mind.

Tensing his muscles, he launched himself forward at full speed towards the newcomer, letting out a wild and intimidating roar that seemed to shake the very trees - birds flocking upwards in fear as the quiet broke throughout the forest. He wasted absolutely no time, pouncing towards Ren with claws opened and teeth showing, ready to sink into dead flesh.