Skulduggery Pleasant: Death's Dawn

"I grabbed the axe off of one of them, snapping it with a sharp crack, twisting around and driving it into the skull of another. These guys were easy to kill, but we were being overwhelmed. I was almost at Tihana's side again, when I felt the rock hit my head.

"Oh bollocks." Blood trickled down the side of my face, and then I passed out."

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9. Chapter 8

Shadow Wolf - Tihana

Being a sorcerer was one thing. Being a werewolf was another. Over the course of an hour, Tihana had been poked, prodded, threatened, and jabbed. All in the name of science, and keeping every safe. So they said. Was it really her fault she has snapped at them? After all, what did they expect her to do? Love them?

This ran through the werewolf's mind as she was chained into one of the cells. Really now. Was that really necessary? Well yes, it probably was, but were they not even going to let her have something to eat? Things would get nasty if she wasn't allowed to eat. She quivered. No. She didn't want that to happen and she was pretty sure the Irish sanctuary didn't want her to do that either. No. They certainly didn't want that to happen.

Tihana could certainly tell they hadn't come across many werewolves, if any. Werewolves weren't exactly magical. They didn't have magic that they could actually use. Instead they had... unstable magic that came out in the form of a wolf. They transferred this magic to whomever they bit. Despite all of her dislike of it, she could see why they wanted to keep her locked up. More werewolves certainly wasn't the way forward. After all, she herself had had years to learn to control herself. Even then, if she didn't have Tyrian it would be a lot worse. A lot. Worse.

The werewolf looked up as the skeleton came into view. She lay in a dark corner of the cell, patiently biding her time chained with a metal collar to the wall. They took it in turns to guard her. She was too... tricksy to let loose. They didn't trust her. She came from the other sanctuary.

They had to keep Tyrian nearby, though. If they even tried to take his semi-conscious form out of her vision, the she-wolf would start a low growl, which increased in noise and ferocity as he was taken further away. Skulduggery sat beside him now, crossing his legs, dipping his hat down low over his brow, and watching her.

She rested her muzzle on her paws, her yellow eyes almost glaring into the dark eye-sockets. She'd certainly have to keep an eye on this one. This one smelt... different from any other skeletons she'd smelt. This one smelt darker.

 

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