Ambrose and the rest froze when they heard her words. Their nerves and senses were tense as they were prepared for a possible enemy attack but what had happened was completely out of their expectations.
Never in their wildest imaginations would they have thought that one of Ambrose's estranged family members would approach him out of the blue.
Suddenly, she reached out her hard trying to take hold of Ambrose's. As if it was instinct, Brett's figure flashed and reappeared beside her and grabbed her wrist tightly, not letting her arm move any further towards his Alpha.
His eyes glowed dangerously yellow as he said in a low voice, "Not another movement or I'll shred your body to pieces."
Appearing out of nowhere, two large Werewolves appeared behind the girl with murderous looks on their faces.
"How dare you touch the little princess!"
"Get away from her!"
They both wasted no time and rushed towards Brett, intending to kill him on the spot.
Brett didn't back down and used his full transformation in an instant, fully surpassing his previous transformation speed.
ROOAAR!
Brett let go of the girl's hand and ran headfirst into battle. Right before they clashed though, another figure flashed in front of Brett and swept his leg towards the two Werewolves, sending them flying.
CRASH!
BANG!
The two Werewolves didn't tare any damage but were simply angry at being knocked back. When they looked up, they saw princess' alleged brother staring at them with his ice cold gaze.
They were both shocked and infuriated as they realized they had been knocked back by someone who could be considered a baby Werewolf in their eyes, especially since he was still in his human form.
GRRRR!
When they got up to retaliate again they were suddenly brought to their knees by a tremendous pressure that they had only felt before back in their pack territory.
Slowly forcing themselves to raise their heads, they were greeted with the same ice cold gaze they felt before, but this time it was different. This time Ambrose's eyes were like two light blue beams of light, peering into their very souls. They shivered as they felt their skin crawl from the pressure he was giving them as they forced themselves to stand up with shaky legs.
'An Alpha!' They both thought at the same time as they looked at each other with a tactic understanding.
They wasted no more time as white Wolf Aura started appearing on their bodies. Reducing the pressure they felt by 90%.
Ambrose had no change in expression as if two ants were challenging him to a contest of strength.
"Come." He only said one word, but it ignited their fury as they dashed towards him at insane speeds.
Ambrose simply shook his head and extended out his right hand, dark blue Wolf Aura with a spine chilling pressure came out of his palm and twisted together. It then split into two pieces, turning into sharp stakes, shooting straight at the chests of the Werewolves.
Seeing the speed and feeling the pressure from the attack, the two Werewolves stopped and focused all of their Wolf Aura into their chests, trying to prevent their deaths.
BANG!
The two were once again sent flying backwards as blood splattered on the ground from their chests. They whimpered as they felt excruciating pain from almost having their hearts pierced, if they didn't focus their Wolf Aura on defense, the young wolf's Wolf Aura would have definitely went straight through, leaving gaping holes where their hearts would have been.
The oldest of two understood the true nature of the attack more then the other. She said to herself, 'No… his attack never aimed at our hearts to begin with. It aimed straight at our chests and then changed direction slightly at the last possible moment… but that level of control is impossible for a young Werewolf. Using that level of precision on not one, but two different attacks at the same time has never been heard of at his age. I guess the rumors that Astar De Wraith had put him under his protection were true!'
"STOP!"
A loud shout came behind Ambrose as his self proclaimed sister glared at the two Werewolves who followed her as her protectors.
"Little princess we-" One of the Werewolves tried to explain their actions to her.
"SILENCE!" She yelled so loudly that the birds from the surrounding trees flew away in fear.
"Oh?" Ambrose would be lying if he said his interest wasn't peaked. It was only for a second, but the Aura from his so called sister flared up for a second. He noticed that it was easily the strongest he felt from a Werewolf so far other than Astar, it even trumped the two Werewolves in front of him.
The girl bowed in his direction before saying in an apologetic voice, "I'm sorry brother. I was allowed to leave the pack, but on the condition that I had to bring them with me for protection."
Ambrose was silent and continued staring at her as he was contemplating what to do with this situation. It's not that he didn't believe that she was his sister as she was mentioned by his biological mother in his memory, but it was that she looked too much like him. So much so that if someone who knew him saw her they would immediately piece together that they were siblings.
"Are you really my sister?" He finally opened his mouth and asked in an unsure tone.
"Yes! I'm your twin sister Amelia De Wraith!" She said with eyes shining like stars.
'Twin…' Ambrose repeated in his head over and over again, he had complicated feelings regarding his biological family which included anger, sadness, and pain but he knew in his heart that what happened to him was definitely not her fault.
"If you really want me to acknowledge you as my sister then you have to do something for me." Ambrose said, trying to use this opportunity to reveal her true intentions.
"What is it brother? I'll do whatever it takes!" At this point her eyes were sparkling like fine gems.
"Help me kill some Vampires."