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An unexpected alliance


[h2]'BLAM!' 'BLAM!' 'BLAM!' 'BLAM!' [/h2]
The cylinder of Dorians revolver spins wildly as bullets burst out the barrel and thunder down the street. People begin screaming and shouting as panic ensues. From the frantic chaos a large white wolf emerges from the crowd as it lunges onto a car and then bounces off leaping straight at Dorian.  

The wolf was defiantly large and powerful, moving with surprising speed. The trickle of red blood stained his white fur but that meant nothing as he landed heavily onto Dorians chest and viscously sunk his teeth into his shoulder. 
Dorian let out a loud yell as blood poured out beneath the beasts bite. 
[b]"My suit! You bastard![/b] 
The wolf growled as it shook its head ferociously making the wound worse but never even loosening its grasp. 

Dorian desperately threw punches at the beasts head to no avail, it had no impact what-so-ever. His breaths struggled under the weight of the creature on his chest. His gun clicked with empty chambers and his left arm grew numb from the bite.
'Maybe this was it, killed by his own brother. Killed by a wolf. A wolf just like Saoirse'. 
It was as if just thinking about her made the image appear on his phone. It lay beside his head and vibrated as a horrid image appeared upon the cracked screen splattered with blood. 

[b]"Stop this!"[/B] he roared at the animal flicking his legs up around its waist. In a sudden blur his thumb darted into the creatures eye then wrapped around its head as his fingers slipped into his own wound, wriggling through torn muscle, to get under the beasts teeth. 
Dorians legs twisted to the left while his torso and arm, using leverage of the beast, twisted to the right. 

Eventually he found the strength to free his shoulder. He turned his own head away as the wolfs open gaping jaw was brought before his face. He could feel its paws frantically scratching at anything they could get a hold of. Dorian quickly brings up his left hand to get a firm hold of the wolfs bottom jaw and accentuates the unnatural twist he was imposing on the creature. 

"Ok! Ok!" A very human muffled voice yells at Dorian. Clay lay naked on his side between Dorians legs as Dorian twisted his head the other way by means of his hands in his mouth. Dorian was so desperately putting in effort and thinking of Saoirse he hadn't even noticed Clay revert to human form.

[b]"Just get in the car!"[/b] Dorian had won but his flat words did not reflect victory. He follows Clays keen eyes to the phone. 'So that's why he gave up.' The thought was both relieving and disturbing. Clay would help because what they were doing to another wolf was wrong. But without proof or incentive Clay would rather, and almost did, have his spine dislocated and destroyed instead of just talking to his brother.
Stubbornness was a trait expected of the Radshaw family but Clay took it to a whole another level.

On cue the fancy black Mercedes swung around through the carnage they had just caused and the back door flung open. The two bloody brothers sulked into the backseats and never talked to each other or dared attend their wounds incase the other would feel some resemblance of victory. The drive seemed to take for ever, a heavy tension filled the air but both to weak to cut it. Finally they arrived back at the manor. 

Much to Dorians disapproval Clay prepared himself in and used Saoirse room. 'I need to get familiar with her scent.' Is all he had to say. 
The butler bounced between both men helping them shower, tend to injuries, clean and stitch wounds, dress in Dorians cloths. 
Dorian knew little of the silver moustached old man except that he worked and belonged to the supernatural council. None the less since Saoirse's disappearance he had proved more then useful.

Eventually, when Clay had brutalised  one of Dorians dress shirts to make it fit his muscles, he went outside and began to pick up the scents that they would follow. His keen eyes following hints of the tracks as well as his nose.