Coming to a standstill, they look around, hearing a sound, not of their own. Making themselves invisible by hiding in the shadows and foliage. A girl stumbles past them with empty eyes. Blood painted on her face and clothes. Only one thought crossed their minds, 'HUNTER!'. They attack. Punching her. Kicking her. Tearing her flesh with their claws.
"Stop!" a voice that held some authority. An authority that they would sometimes listen to. Now was not one of those times. The man starts to break them up trying to fight his way to the girl.
'Alpha!' they call their leader, thinking his behaviour to be strange.
His actions do nothing to stop them from beating the girl. Finally reaching the girl he tries to shield her. Seaming to know him, she takes a tight hold. Crying silent tears into his shoulder. Tears of pain.
But not the pain he thinks it to be.
The Alpha now at the scene, shakes off a feeling he found very unfamiliar and distracting. Frowning at what he sees in front of him, he walks closer.
"Stop!" the man said again with a little less power.
Their rage is blinding them. Deafening them. Events of the past fuelling them.
"Make them stop!" the man shouted not caring for his tone.
The Alpha frowns again. Frowning at the disrespect that he has never before experienced from his beta. Finding his beta failing to shield the body in the centre. He gives no reply; for he sees no fault. Humans on their land seldomly ended well in the past.
"Make them stop. Please Alx. Make them stop! She's my sister." The beta's once-powerful voice boiled down to but a plead.
"Stop." Alx, plainly.
Unaware of his command they continue to beat her, seconds from ripping her apart.
Angered, Alx releases a growl.
They freeze in fear. Taking three steps back for good measure.
Walking to his beta, Alx studies the girl in his arm. Her wounds making anger boils inside him and again that unfamiliar feeling. Looking to his beta, Alx sees the worry in his eyes.
"The doctor will be waiting for you." Alx, as he informed the doctor of their arrival through mind-link.
Bowing his head and whispering a grateful 'thank you', the beta leaves.