As captivated as the woman had been by Isis' undeniable magnetism, the wolf had been utterly enthralled. The woman thrilled to the goddess' undeniable grace, but the wolf recognized [i]home[/i], her birthplace in divine flesh. For all her supernatural strength and energy, she fell gladly into the goddess' embrace, as trusting as a babe in her mother's own arms.

And what landed in the Library, that gorgeous, magnificent, indescribably beautiful hoard of humanity's combined knowledge through the millenia, was something, somewhere between the woman and the wolf. Amber wolf eyes glowed subtly in Veti's face as she listened to the goddess kite's warnings, black-tipped nails curling into her palms, ready to be underway despite the undeniable temptation laid out all around them. She caught the vaguely wistful look in Semyon's eyes - not that many others would have, but you simply had to know the wight to see it - and she understood his longing to the depth of her soul. 

Not, of course, that everyone was all about 'denied satisfaction,' it seemed. Veti's over-long tongue flicked in annoyance over the fangs that remained in her mouth, sucking it quickly back into her mouth as she eyeballed the living mummy. The werewolf had no illusions that everyone's volunteering to join them was even remotely 'altruistic' in their intentions, but the unbridled arrogance of this creature - even before the eyes of a goddess - galled her. 

She strode to Sethan when he returned, wrapping one arm around him almost affectionately, like a dear friend, a brother even, before she leaned in to whisper in his ear, those black-tipped finger tips wrapped oh-so-lightly about the back of his neck.

[i]"Let us have a few things straight between us,"[/i] she whispered in his ear with a wide fang-filled smile, [i]"I give not a good damn why you came here today. Oh, and your 'glamour' is nothing to me at all - I can [/i]smell[i] what you are, as undead to me as the wight or the rusalka."[/i]

[i]"The only thing I do give a damn about? Are the lives - or un-lives - of the others here, and the man we've come to retrieve. If you've been stupid enough to do anything - anything [/i]at all[i] - to put them, or the mission of finding my Max in any danger? If something else doesn't do it for me first, I'm going to graduate your ass to 'full dead' myself."[/i]

Veti stepped back with an even wider grin, something not fully [i]humanly[/i] possible, but all the brighter nonetheless for the number of teeth to be found, and slapped the mummy on the back with a snorting growl of a laugh. "Good, good - glad we got that out of the way!" 

The werewolf rolled her shoulders as she stalked away, forcing that intense irritation back into its proper place, to channel the pumping adrenaline where it'd do the most good and - 

Oh.

[i]Shit.[/i]

The golem decided to use Nestor as a missile it seemed, the logic behind that move going right past her apparently while she 'chatted' with the overreaching mummy. 

Veti instinctively moved to put the rusalka behind her, suddenly sure to her gut that something very, very ungood was about to go down. "Just stay with us, Mila," was all the werewolf had before she nodded toward Semyon, drawing her Desert Eagle and chambering one of her 'special' rounds as she stepped forward, taking as close to point as she could possibly call - the Nestor-missile aside, of course.