Tetrus gave the werewolf a downcast glance as he offered him his cloak to safe-keep. "You aren't going to be the only one in combat, brotha." He stated rather calmly as he muttered a charm over Antwone's cloak; obviously some sort of protective charm. He then set it behind a nearby tree. "Don't worry, it'll be safe there. And there's a tracking charm on it... in case, we move about, yes?"

Keeping grip of his wand as Antwone moved off so the group didn't have to see his transformation, he grinned wryly as Pandora walked up to him.

She was a smart girl, she seemed to know exactly what was going on.

"No, I believe we are just facing one. One that, if I am correct, has killed over one-hundred people in her short lifetife." He paused for a moment. "But I could be mistaken." His sinister grin sharpened a bit more as she asked if he'd taken his potion. "Of course he has sista', I would not allow him to be here at the moment if he had not."

The department heads eyes gazed up to the sky, Antwone was surely transforming by now... as was the malevolent werewolf in the distance.

He was grinning at her, as though impressed. Had she passed some sort of test by working it out? There were other more pressing concerns. "Sir, who else has experience with werewolves? Surely not everyone has worked with the capture team? If anyone panics they could be a liability. And how strong is your belief that we're only facing one?"

She was relieved, but only for a few seconds.
"Has he elected to go up against a werewolf as normal wolf?If she's as dangerous as you say, she'll rip him apart!"
As the words left her lips she heard a low growling some ten feet away. Was that Antwone? Or someone else?

Alma tilted her head back and easily tuned out the chatter around her; The urge to transform was taking her over and the need to kill, the hunger within her was getting stronger. Then she picked up his scent. Oh! She giggled. It had been far too long, she thought gleefully, the nails on her hand suddenly elongating as she smiled widely at the thought of seeing dear Antwone again. Her nails dug into the tree trunk, noisily scraping off chunks of wood as she started forward, walking closer to the group. She no longer cared if she was heard; It wasn't like anyone was going to be going home in one piece this evening.

Keeping a slight distance from the group, she called out suddenly, knowing they could hear her, her voice deceivingly light and airy, despite her dark and cruel personality. She'd always sounded much younger than her twenty-nine years, something she used to her advantage when hunting. " Antwone, my dear it's been ages since we last spoke; I would think you don't like me anymore!" She said, sounding pitiful and sad for a moment before she didn't feel a need to speak anymore. A feral little grin was on her face...it was time.



Suddenly the moon was out; glowing, white...full. Alma gave another throaty little giggle, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, arms flung back joyfully.

She gave into the transformation fully, her laughter turning into a shriek as she embraced even the intense pain that came with the change. She doubled over onto all fours , her already clawed hand digging into the dirt as her body quickly became that of a wolf, fur replacing skin and jagged canines replacing human teeth. Limbs elongated and some bones snapped audibly during the transformation; it was always extremely painful. But so worth it, and this was Alma's last truly human thought for some time. The robes hung around the large wolfs form in raggedy tatters, falling off as she took off toward the group.


She bounded into the clearing, eying her prey closely and snarling as she picked up on the other wolfs scent. That would be her first target...dear dear Antwone, pathetic excuse for a werewolf. However, she smelled someone else much much more tempting at the moment. The female was near Antwone, her nervous voice clattering around in Alma's sensitive ears...she smelled nervous, she'd be so much easier to take down and take apart. Alma lunged, jaws wide open, eager to start the killing already.

It all seemed to happen to swiftly. Kass grasped her wand tighter- if that was even possible. The moon came out- the wold jumped out. Werewolves, Kass found it rather sickening how some of them could just embrace it and let it overwhelm them. More wolf than human.

"PANDORA!" The wolf only stared at the group of ministry workers for a quick moment before jumping at the girl. Kasandra's flicked her wand towards the werewolf, stunning it for a moment, barely saving Pandora from being eaten alive. Think quick she thought to herself as her heart raced- ready to defend herself. She didn't think much when she threw the spell towards the werewolf, but she now thought how likely it was for it to come running after her.

Shocked, Samson Vane watched the Werewolf jumping towards them, towards Pandora.
His heart stopped for a moment and his breath came irregular.
A cold shiver came down his spine.
He was scared, but he had to act quickly.
He stumbled a few feet forwards and raised his wand.
"In...Incarcerus!", he coughed and ropes flew out of his wand towards the werewolf.

As Antwone tumbled into the brush it happened almost instantly. Through the thick canopy came the brilliant moonlight beam, reflecting into his glasses, into his bright brown eyes that were now transforming to a sickly yellow. The last of the man let out a scream as his jawline broke and re-grew, protruding outward into a snout. His t-shirt ripped as his bones and muscles grew too big for it and black fur shot out from his skin. The shoes on his feet shot out and hit a nearby tree as large, clawed toes ripped through its leather. The pain was excruciating but nulled.

The wolf was back. Antwone lied on the ground as he waited for his potion to work but he wasn't sure if it had.

Kill. Rip. Eat.

No!

Another! Female! Kill together!

No! He thought he had done it right! He had made Wolfsbane for almost all his life. But he had never taken it when so close to another wolf. Perhaps that bond was enough for the Wolf inside to beat the effects of the potion. But Antwone couldn't let that happen, as he heard Alma's wolf jump into the clearing.

Help! Surround the humans!

His thoughts became more simplified, more goal-oriented. Though he still maintain his human mind, the wolf's instinct took over as he launched himself into the clearing, just behind the group.

He saw the other wolf all ready identifying her first kill. As she took off for the witch, Antwone's wolf shot up over the group, aiming to bite for her exposed neck when ...

... the black wolf fell sideways as he was hit with the spell, surrounded by ropes that he immediately began to chew through.

Oh no he thought as Alma continued her attack.

Merlin's beard, another wolf. How she hated full-moons. Kasandra took a step back as the Black wolf appeared out of the trees- just after his companion was stunned by Kass. Her mind froze as she pointed her wand towards the thing- flying through the air towards the other wolf and Pandora.

Yet Samson was quick to act on that wolf. Good job Vane. Kass looked over at him and nodded with approval.

June Naruja watched through the corners of her heavily-lidded eyes as Antwone reticently marched towards the Head. It was obvious the blonde was on to something, the lad just wasn't quite right; no one bested her without some power- like an iron heart or kryptonite. She wouldn't lie, Tetrus was no idiot, not like the other dolts she worked with, and just by the way the muscles in his back tightened like coiled snakes, she felt confident that she was correct. Her lips pressed together until they were thin wire and curled over her teeth. Her canines seemed to almost elongate and gleam maliciously as she snarled. Werewolf? The mutt, the scum. The impurity of his blood was like a malignant bacteria, she felt nauseated by the rancidity of it. Her hands tensed, fingers curling like claws, eyes widened like a crazed animal. Then, she seemed more monster than her self-appointed adversary. "I. Just. Knew it." I am me, after all. Incorrect? Ever? Hah. I should have Tetrus's bloody position. I'd know what to do with power.

Power of which she'd doubtlessly use to expunge the Wizarding World of such dregs of society. Truly disgusting.

But as June heard a distant snarling from the woods, her persona changed. She looked eerily like a porcelain doll, her eyes round and staring, lips smiling. She tapped her wand against her temple, drumming against her skull with the rapid tattoo of her heart, and whistled. "Heeere doggie, doggie," she whispered. She seemed to float forward ethereally, hands skimming the short hemline of her robes as she swung her hips rather girlishly, nearing the outskirts of the trees. Ooooh dueling. Action. A spell's warm heat as it pulsed through a wand. She did enjoy it significantly more than even a seaweed wrap and good lipstick.

"Let's. Play. Fetch."

As Alma lunged out of the forest, massive body outlined in bits of moon, June shrieked, a cry of indistinguishable pleasure or surprise. She leaned back, stilettos drilling into the ground, and confidence seemed to roll from her pores as she reflexively pointed her wand at the she-wolf. "IMPEDIMENTA!" She screamed, spitting each syllable in an almost caterwaul. Her chest contracted quickly with excited gasps as she repositioned herself, noting the spots of safety and preferred vantage points. As Antwone fell she scoffed and shot a fixed glare at the boy who stumbled through his curse like a knobby-kneed third year. What a pansy. I hope he gets devoured. Heh. She had no time for the weak. Pointing her wand in a harsh line at Antwone, she snorted, "Relashio." How irritating.

He raised his wand once again.
His first curse had hit the other wolf, Antwone, although it wasn`t meant for him, but for the other one who had jumped onto the clearing first to attack the ministry-workers.
"Incarcerus!", he bellowed again, now aiming at his target better. He had to stop her!
This was the most dangerous situation he had ever been in but he tried to keep calm...he mustn´t panic...the ministry needed him.

Pandora came to on floor of the forest and gingerly raised her head to see if her co-workers were still nearby. She couldn't see Santana anywhere close but she could see the battle-blonde, June, standing over what looked like a a hog-tied wolf. That's not enough,she thought, she'll break through that!

It was then that she realised that she could smell blood and feel something running down her face. She looked around desperately for someone else, someone other than June. I'm hurt but have I been bitten? Please let this be a cut, please. I can't go through it again...

It was then that she saw Samson, place faced but determined and whispered to him "Samson, can you help me up please?"

It was only a whisper, but Samson could understand every word.
He turned around and saw Pandora lying on the ground.
He ran over to her instantly and tried to help her up.
Supporting her, he noticed that she was bleeding. His breath stopped and his face whitened. "You´re hurt...Have you...been bitten?"
He walked over to the shadow of a nearby tree with her. She couldn´t stay here, she needed help. He had to get her to St. Mungo´s!
But could he leave the others behind?

Samson picked his way through the undergrowth and helped her up. As he supported her, she noticed that it was difficult to breathe deeply and her ribs were painful. She saw his face whiten

He steered her towards a tree and she leaned against it gratefully. She could tell that he was trying to reach a decision about what to do next.
"Find Santana or Violet," she told him, forcing as much air into her lungs as she possibly could "Let them know that I've gone to St. Mungo's." She had avoided his question because she was unsure of the answer.
She forced herself away from the tree and turned on the spot, disappearing into thin air.

Samson looked at the spot where she had disapperated, not sure what do to.
Should he go after her and ensure that she would indeed be found by the healers? Or should he remain here and fight?

He was sure that there were so many people at St. Mungo`s that she would be found and brought to the healers immediately, so he would stay in the forest. Hoping she would be all right he tunred around to face the werewolf again.

Alma was satisfied with the small bit of damage she'd done to the human (whom smelled rather delicious and she was so very hungry) but she was aggravated when she was distracted by some spell. Ropes going everywhere and then around the other wolf. The especially loud and shrill yellow-haired human...was smelling better. She saw the wand pointed at her and she crouched low to the ground, barely dodging whatever shiny spell was coming at her.

She swung her heavy, fur covered head quickly to the side to see that her prey had gotten away and she growled in her frustration. However Antwone was not fit for eating now...he was subdued. A pleased sounding snarl came from Alma; Every delicious morsel was hers now. Maybe she'd help the other wolf later, when she'd killed the humans. Maybe. If he was weak...she might do away with him herself.

She started running fast at the remaining humans, her claws kicking up earth as she closed the distance between herself and the shrill human and the one who had stolen her prey. She made it seem as if she were going to tackle the shrill one head on but at the last second she turned and went after the snack stealer. He would have to offer himself up as replacement. She went after him, claws extended for his throat and jaws wide open in anticipation of a fresh meal.

Violet's eyes widened at the scenario in front of her. She watched as the werewolf bounded out of the forest...hr muscles tensed reflexively. A growling sound behind her made her turn to see a second werewolf rush at the first one....Pandora was knocked down and lay still. Violet waited for a opening, somewhere tha she could jump into try and protect her employees. her eyes kept straying to the fight on the ground. She backed away, keeping a safe distance...
She turned just in time to see someone Apparate, but she couldn't see who it was. She made her way to that spot and grasped Samson's arm.
"Who just left?" she asked. "I thought I saw blood." She jumped at a noise behind her and whirled around to stare at the two werewolves fighting. Antwone was a werewolf. It wasn't exactly had to believe, as she'd een stranger things, but it still came as a bit of a surprise. She watched the fight closely, her violet eyes tracking every movement in case one of them decided to attack.

Samson saw the werewolf racing towards them and turning around at the last moment. Turning towards him. In shock he did the first thing that came to his mind and he shouted "Protego!", although he wasn`t sure if the hasty shouted protection spell would work against a giant, enraged, hungry werewolf.

Antwone was almost through the rest of his ropes when the blond witch released them from around his torso. When he got back up on all fours he saw Alma's wolf distracted, looking between who she'd attack next after Pandora dissapparated. She was stiff and low, ready to pounce, teeth baring. Then, in a flash, she bounded for one of the employees but turn her attack instantly to the other male in the group.

Samson shouted off a protective charm but in vain. Just as the other werewolf jumped in the air to make the killing blow, heading directly for his protective wall, Antwone dug his K-9s into her exposed side, growling all the while as he dug deeper, attempting to draw blood.

Alma could almost taste her meal when suddenly pain of an intense sort shot through her side and she was roughly thrown aside. Yelping, she flailed against the other wolf, eventually rolling around enough to start attacking him too. She snapped at his limbs, his neck, anything she could get her teeth on. Vicious growls, snarls and occasional little whimpers of pain were heard as she fought to get him off of herself. She spun around wildly on the ground, trying to get him away from her.

Violet watched the wolves fight on the ground. Strangely, she wasn't on edge anymore. She supposed the shock of it all had worn off. But adrenaline still coursed through her veins. Her entire Division was in danger, after all. Someone had already had to leave for the hospital. She was determined that no one else would be hurt. With the exception of Antwone. Violet decided that he was fighting to protect them and so she needed to let him do whatever. Still, she waited, ready but serene, to see what would happen next.

At the edge of the forest there was a small crack and Pandora appeared. She picked her way carefully through the gloom of the forest, wand aloft, ready for what was out there. The healers had wanted her to stay in St Mungo's over night but she had refused. She was useful to this mission.

Some of the strands of hair which had been pulled loose lifted on the breeze as she neared the group. She coul hear snarling, yelping and scuffling: The wolves were fighting. The ministry group was scattered, she couldn't see all of them. She made her way towards Samson, she wanted to let him know she was ok.

Samson was standing there, wand raised, looking alarmed and at the ready for any attack on him or one of his collegues. He heard movement behind him and turned around instantly, wand raised.
"Pandora!", he walked quickly over towards her. "Why didn`t you stay in St. mungo`s? Are you all right?"

Pandora frowned and whispered "Keep your voice down, I'm fine. I cut my cheek on a root or something when the ruddy thing knocked me down, that's all. D'you think I'd be here if the Healers didn't say it was okay? What's going on?" She was looking him straight in the eye, hoping that he would believe her. The last thing she wanted was for him to be injured because he was worried about her. She could still hear the fighting wolves, not far from where they were standing. Hoping that Antwone was winning but fearing that he may not be she carefully walked towards the area where the sound of the fight was coming from.

Relieved that she was fine, Samson lowered his wand for a moment. But when he remembered that theys were on a mission, he raised it again and when she asked what was going on, voice lower this time: "They`re still fighting...I don`t want to aim a curse at that wolf, because I´m afraid I could hit Antwone...We´ll just have to keep safe at the moment and wait for a situation to strike. And we could need reinforcements..."

Out of the corner of her eye Pandora saw her colleague lower his wand."Samson, please don't lower your wand." she said as calmly as possible, not wanting to sound bossy or patronising while feeling incredibly frustated by the naivety of his action. He must be younger than I thought. "So you know which one Antwones is?"She peered around the tree and caught a glimpse of the snarling wolves. Samson was right, in the furosity of their fight with the dust flying it was difficult to tell the wolves apart. Pandora looked at them intently, trying to distinguish the were from the wolf. Samson's next statement snapped her attention back to him "Reinforcements? Is someone else injured?"

As she asked him not to lower his wand, he started being a bit angry with himself.
He mustn`t make any mistakes, he didn`t want to be fired. The he said:
"I´m not sure which one Antwone is...I think it`s that one...", he pointed at one of the wolves.
Then, at her next question, he said: "Nononono, no one is injured, but I mean...I´m not sure we´re enough people to take up this werewolf...it seems especially vicious..."
He watched these two wolves fight in desperation to help and fight. He couldn`t stand it just being here behind this tree, and not being able to fight - to help.