Anthony ran through the hallways mercilessly gunning down all in his path. He grabbed his radio, "Find Eryn now, we have another hostile werewolf in the building, if you see it approach with extreme caution, this thing is way more powerful than Eryn, it's a pureblood."

Anthony ran through the corridors, and stopped suddenly. There it was, the cache of weapons, what was he going to do?

Wes skidded to a stop when he saw the man in front of Eryn. It wasn't human, he could easily tell. Careful He crouched down and stalked up from it's side, slightly behind it while it was focused on Eryn.

"It seems as though you've brought a few of your friends" The man said casually as he glanced over at Wes. "Just because I can't see you doesn't mean I can't smell you. I caught your scent way before you even entered this building.

Turning back to Eryn the man smiled. "Tell me Eryn, do you find it difficult to control your power? Do you find it agonizing to be near humans and not rip out their throats?

Eryn stepped back slightly. He had perfectly described her. How was that possible? She had never even seen this man before. Transforming back to her human form Eryn confronted the man.

"Who are you?" She asked coldly.
"I'm the man who knows why you are the way you are."
"Answer my damn question."
"I'm your father."

Eryn's eyes widened at the surprising news. "Thats impossible.."

"Is it? I mean, you never met your father. Until now of course. Here's another astonishing fact: You're also half human.

"So my mother was.."

"Human. Thats why its so difficult to control your power. Your human side can't handle all that power and your wolf side hates humans. Its ironic actually. Thats why when you transform you go insane and kill any human you see. Thats what makes it difficult to control your bloodlust. "

Rolf had aimlessly ran around the bottom floor, finding traces of Eryn's victims while doing so.
That was before he heard the howl and Anthony had told them there was another werewolf in the building.
Now he was running as fast as he could without using his unnatural strength in the direction of the howl.
And as he neared it he came up around a corner, seeing Eryn and the other man he decided to pass the corner again and watch as events unfolded, for now.

Wes growled at the new werewolf. It was dangerous to both him and Eryn. He wouldn't be able to take it alone, he knew, Eryn isn't fighting, and he had lost his element of surprise.

Anthony walked down the corridor where Eryn stood face to face with her father, "Eryn, he isn't like us, he isn't like you, you go into a frenzy because you can't help yourself, he frenzies to kill because he is an animal, put him down."

Eryn's father scanned the room. His grin had returned and he continued to speak.

"I'm about to attack all of you. I don't care that you're my daughter Eryn. I find joy in killing. I kill everything and everyone. You and your damn friends are no exception. Prepare yourselves.." He said in an ominous voice.

"Because this is the end"

Eryn's father jumped at her and instantly transformed. He landed on top of her, his claws digging deep into her chest.

He let out another blood curdling howl.

"Shit..." the words left Anthony's mouth before he even realized what he had said, he fired two rounds at the werewolf, though they would have no effect, since they were not silver, they entered the wolf's body, and he howled with pain, not deterring from attacking Eryn. Anthony drew his sword, but the thrashing between Eryn and her father made it impossible to strike at them.

Rolf charged around the corner uttering a battlecry reminiscent of the vikings of old, and changed to his true form as he did.

He threw an uppercut of herculean strength at the wolf, the force ripping the werewolf's claws out of Eryn, and grabbed hold of his arms. He proceeded to push, locking him into a grapple with himself, and getting him off Eryn at the same time.

This isn't going to do any good. Wes thought, unable to get into the struggle. He turned back to human and considered helping Eryn, but knew she was likely to transform at any time. The mission! The armory. "Anthony!" He said to the angel, "We need to get to the armory and find some silver weapons."

"Rolf can handle him, let's go."

Anthony set off running. Wes took one more look at Eryn, on the floor with her chest torn open, then set off after Anthony.

Eryn transformed as the wolf was torn off of her. Her chest was bleeding, but any pain she felt was quickly replaced by rage. She attacked the other werewolf and viciously clawed at his body.

Destroy him!

The two werewolves continued to fight, each biting and clawing at any chance they got.

Anthony and Wes tore through the hallways looking for the armoury, when they came across a room, gleaming with steel. The room was coated wall to wall with anti- Mythos weaponry, silver, Satan's Bane, Holy water, everything, "Grab all you can."

Anthony grabbed two pistols loaded with silver bullets, and a silver sword, putting it in a sheath between the wings.

Wes slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and loaded a magazine marked "Silver". He filled his pockets with more of them, then grabbed a silver dagger from a shelf.

They left the armory and ran back to find Eryn and her father tearing at each other. Wes raised the assault rifle, but couldn't get a good shot amongst their thrashing. He approached them hoping to get a better sight, then slung the gun around his back and pulled out the knife.

He drove the blade into the pureblood's shoulder. It leapt away from them, pulling the blade down it's back before pulling it out of Wesley's hand. The silver stayed lodged in his back, causing smoke to rise while he tried to twist around to get it.

Rolf had been caught in the middle of the werewolves fight, and had been unable to do anything other than try to keep the pureblood from hurting Eryn, although this also meant hindering Eryn's attacks.

As the pureblood leapt away from them he focused on keeping Eryn away from him, knowing full well that she could get hit by the others silver weaponry if she got in another fight with her father.

He tried to tell the others to fire at the wolf, but found himself unable to do so. Chunks of his own flesh had been torn away by the pureblood, and a part of his throat was among them.

The pure blooded wolf threw Eryn against the wall with little effort. He clawed and bit off chunks of her skin with ease. He had the advantage. No matter what Eryn did, or even attempted to do, he always one upped her. After all, he had been in many fights before. That was evident from the numerous scars that littered his body. The silver blade that Wes has swung into his back effected him, but he was still very strong.

Kill him! I can't! He's too strong!

Eryn, for a brief moment, looked at Wes and Anthony.

They have silver!

Eryn grabbed the pure blood, digging her nails into his shoulders, and swung him in front of Wes, giving him the opportunity to shoot the pure blood with the silver bullets.

What are you doing?! He could hit you!! I'll be fine!

Seeing the shot, Wes leveled the assault rifle. Kill it. He fired a sustained burst into the pureblood's exposed back. Smoke and blood filled the space between them. It tore away, throwing Eryn to the floor and desperately launching itself at Wes.

Wes landed with it on his chest. It clamped its jaw on his arm and pulled. Get away! He shifted into a weasel and scurried out from under the wolf, then up it's leg and onto it's back. Shifting back into a human, he grabbed the knife and hauled it loose. The wolf howled and bucked him off. Wes rolled across the ground, but quickly righted himself expecting another attack. He looked at the pureblood, but it was slumped on the the ground trying to hold itself up.

Anthony coolly walked towards the struggling pure blood. As it wobbled to it's feet Anthony shot it in the knee twice dropping it back to the ground. Pulling it up by a mat of fur, he took his sword to it's throat holding it a hairsbreadth away from cutting, "What now Eryn?"

Eryn had transformed back to her human form when the pure blood threw her to the ground. She was badly injured. She looked up at Anthony, who stood above the pure blood, ready to end its life.

"What now Eryn?"

"Kill him", she said coldly.

The Blade entered quickly and a spurt of blood splashed around Anthony, not touching him. The skin still attached to the blade melted away, and the wolf slowly transformed back into the man, but was it a man, or just another beast. Anthony helped Eryn to her feet, "We have to finish this job now."

Wes stood up and joined them. "Let's go." They started back towards the armory. He tore off his sleeve and held it over his bicep, which was bleeding profusely from the wolf's bite. This better not mean I'm turning into a werewolf.

They arrived in the armory, and now that their wasn't as much urgency as before, Wes marvelled at the amount of weaponry here. It looked like a whole warehouse was built underground just for this purpose.

Conclusion

"Pile it close to the center of the room, right next to that wall." Anthony instructed. The group hastily started breaking open boxes, looking for explosives. Even in the massive warehouse, it didn't take long. The wall he referred to was a fifteen foot high stack of crates. All were marked with one of three labels: "Incendiary", "Explosive", or "Compressed". It would make for a monumental explosion.

Ten minutes later, a large pile of high-explosives had been built. They had all worked well, despite their injuries. Eryn's body was covered in blood, much of it hers. Her thoughts returned to her "father", who she had no love for yet still felt some regret for killing him.

Wes handed Anthony a detonator he had found. "You would know how to set it better than me." He said. Anthony flicked a few switches and 20:00 appeared on the LCD. He pushed it into one of the bricks. "We'll have plenty of time to get out of here and far away before it explodes. Ready?"

They all nodded solemnly, and Anthony reached to activate it. Next to him, Wesley and Eryn simultaneously turned their heads toward the door. "Wait." Wes said, "somebody's here." Several faint footsteps approached them, then a faint voice. Remember our orders. Four shots fired above them. A squad of four men stood on the adjacent stack of crates. Wes clutched his shoulder and pulled out a long needle. His vision swam and he lurched forward, dropping it. Rolf caught him, and Wes straightened up. "We have to go." He said, starting to slur, and pressed the timer.

Eryn was already transformed, climbing the stack with a needle in her neck and shoulder. While she clawed her way up, Anthony's wings sprouted and he flew for one end of the hall where several more soldiers were standing, apparently all firing tranquilizer. Rolf ran right behind him with Wes a cougar by his heels.

The squad at the top of the crates fired frantically at Eryn, trying to bring her down before she reached them. She slowed as more and more needles pumped their toxin into her veins. Fierce determination brought her to the top, where she grabbed one mans ankle and dragged him over the edge. His scream suddenly silenced when he hit the ground. Slowly she crawled on top, over a dozen needles protruding from her arms and back. She looked at the terrified soldiers, tried to pounce, and collapsed to the ground.

The drug had no little effect on Anthony and Rolm. They dashed between the soldiers, cutting them to pieces. Wes had to fight to stay conscious; unable to jump but still tearing at legs. He was quickly forced to stop, his legs shaking and his chest heaving. A soldier approached him slowly, but Wes couldn't look up. The man struck him over the head with the butt of his rifle, finally knocking Wes unconscious. He called another soldier over and they lifted the cougar and carried him away from the fray. They met with two more men who were carrying Eryn between them. "We've secured two of the targets." one said into a mic.

Rolf struck down the last of the squad. He looked around, then did a double take. "Where are Wes and Eryn?" He asked. Anthony had a worried look on his face, then he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

"We have to leave them. The timer's going." He said, his voice choked. God, help them. They ran out of the stock room and into the hallway. Something whistled through the air, then Anthony doubled over. An arrow protruded from his stomach, seeping black smoke from the wound. Five men stood on each side of the hall, they wore the black armor of any UN squad, but had crimson hoods and gloves on. On one side was a line of archers, on the other were swordsman.

"Who are you?" Anthony demanded, receiving an arrow to the chest. He fell to his knees. Rolf stood between him and the archers, protecting him, and faced the swordsmen. Two descended on him, the rest blocking his escape. Rolf tried to block their blows like usual, but found their blades cut easily through his flesh, peeling it from his bones. They methodically cut rotten muscle from his arms, torso and legs. He fell, unable to sustain himself. Anthony crumpled beside him.

"The draugr will be back up soon." One of the swordman said, sheathing his weapon. "Get him contained quickly." Several of the troops started tieing him up and rolling him onto a dolley. He pointed to one of the archers, "Find their detonator and get it out of the explosives." The archer obediently ran into the warehouse.

They looked down at Anthony, shaking uncontrollably from the arrows. "He won't make it." The apparent leader said dispassionately. "Leave him."

Wes and Eryn were carried through the door. "Get them into their cells. It won't be long before the tranq wears off." The soldiers followed behind Rolf's carrier. The prisoners were taken deeper into the complex, into what looked like a hospital, but had solid metal doors lining the halls. Wes and Eryn were each locked in one of these cells, where a "doctor" filled out a small paper saying what they were and their physical description and clipping it on their doors.

Inside the warehouse, the archer rushed to the pile of explosives and yanked the timer. He glanced at the timer and smirked. Instead of leaving, he watched it count down. In only five seconds it reached 00:00. A small spark jumped from the electrode, making the archer laugh. He dropped it on the ground and went back out to report their total success to his leader.