The audience began stirring, everyone attempting to be the first to make it to the closest exit that would lead them to the nearest shelter. Something was wrong with the soon-to-be Alpha and an angered Alpha was never something anyone wanted to be around.
The stone grey form of Hades Henderson's wolf jumps off the makeshift stage and on to the long narrow table closest to him. The half-eaten dishes flew off the table staining the blue table cloth with the different sauces that spilled off the toppled dishes. Blue candle wax smeared the half-covered table squishing itself under the strong paws of Hade's wolf.
The wolf appeared to be calm.
He stood there nose held high, sniffing the air as if he was looking for something, his concentration so well that none of the panicked shouts from the audience disturbed it.
Meghaal and Mikkel stood towards the corner of the open garden staring around confused at the dispersing crowd. The two of them being too short to see past the hurrying figures did them no good in trying to figure out the cause of this disturbance.
"Mikkel?"
She tried snapping him out of his internal crisis.
"MIKKEL!?"
"What?!"
"We need to leave! Can't you see everyone's trying to leave? Something's clearly wrong with that jack ass."
Meghaal swayed her hands trying to get Mikkel to concentrate at the predicament at hand.
If there was one thing Mikkel had, it was an attention span of a gold fish. Absolutely everything distracted him.
Meghaal grabbed Mikkel by his arm, attempting to drag the slightly taller male out along with the withdrawing crowd.
"Just give me a second! Everyone-everyone is just- they're toppling all my tables as if it's Nothing! They could just move around it!"
He resisted against Meghaal's pull. As petty as it sounds, seeing everyone thrash his hand crafted pieces of art made him feel useless again, the one way he was able to contribute to the pack being used as an object to be grazed by his pack's feet as if everything he did would always be below their feet.
"Mikkel! You've got to be kidding me. Do you have a death wish or something?"
The pair continued bickering, Meghaal trying to knock some sense into her distracted friend, still stood together at the far end of the garden.
The clearing crowd that created an open space around the two, as well as the pair's loud bickering caught the great Lycaon's attention.
"Okay. That's it!"
Meghaal pulls Mikkel into a tight hold, hands wrapping around his back, flush against his chest. She resorts to dragging the taller man out.
She did understand his frustration. Art was something she very much appreciated herself. Something to be engrossed in, something to embrace, an experience she found herself indulged in more than necessary. However, Mikkel's refusal to leave because of them was absurd.
Just as she begins to drag the other man out, an earth shattering growl plunges through the noisy air, silencing the crowd.
Mikkel and Meghaal paused along with crowd, their heads snapping towards the source of the sound, which happened to be a agitated Hades in wolf form.
Eyes squinted in furious enraged slits, his eyes glowed an abnormal shade of electric blue, the force of his anger directed at them.
Meghaal visibly gulped, her heart beating a Mile an hour, cold sweat made her body run cold.
Mikkel thankfully was not too distracted at this point to fail to notice the angry Alpha wolf.
The wolf took a step forward.
Another.
A quicker step.
The thick nails attached to his huge paws dug into the blue cloth over the table, consequently piercing the mahogany wood itself, as he crouched low taking stance to pounce for a few seconds before he dashed off the elevated block of wood towards Mikkel and Meghaal.
And now he sprints.
Time seemed to move slow. One second the great Lycaon was on the table the next second he was dashing towards the pair at the end of the line within his sight, swifter than any wolf present that evening.
Meghaal's breath hitched, a cold force ran through her spine piercing her heart with fear that numbed her senses as she tightened a wide eyed Mikkel's eyes arm in a death grip.
They very well knew that neither of them stood a chance against a cranky Hades Henderson let alone the fierce wolf dashing towards them.
He was now five seconds away from reaching them.
four seconds.
His teeth elongate with the feral like growl that leaves his mouth.
three seconds.
two seconds.
A loud synchronized blood curling scream leaves the two targets.