Joss woke up with a startle. Something didn't feel right. It was still nighttime - or had he slept through the day? It was hard to tell anymore with how long they'd been out here.
"Woah, hey - are you okay?" Myranda asked after he had startled her.
"Where is everyone? What time is it?" Joss asked in secession.
"Metas went on a prowl with Lara, Ajax, and Jyriah. They wanted to let you sleep. We didn't really get to talk about it to everyone, but last night Metas and I found an entire group of wolves that Silas had fed to the Vampires...it was awful..." she informed him sadly.
"I couldn't bare to go back again, so I stayed behind with you. It seemed like you were having a really bad dream, do you want to talk about it?" Myranda offered sweetly.
"Kind of... I had a dream Silas caught my sister. Syri's safe -but...wait, I'm sorry did you say something about feeding our kind to those blood-sucking demons?" Joss shook his head as he started to wake up and his brain started to download the information slowly.
"Yes...?" Myranda answered uneasily.
His eyes darted back and forth as he started to piece things together. This hadn't been the first time he and Jess had connected in dreams. It happened, often - which was how he knew Syri was safe. Jessie wasn't worried - so he didn't need to be. Now, he was terrified.
"Myri, I know you don't want to go back there - but can you at least point me in the direction they are? I think my sister is in trouble."
"Are you sure you'd want to do that? If she's out there, Metas will bring her back. They're purposefully looking for survivors. Plus, Veltar is a really great alchemist. I'm sure he could heal her..." Myranda trailed off and sniffed hard.
"Silas has to die," she followed up darkly. "I am going to squeeze his neck so hard that his head pops off like a cheap toy..."
"Myri. Please. I need to know," Joss urged again.
She gave him a long look of hesitation, but finally gave in.
"Fine...but don't get upset at me if you find what you're looking for," Myranda replied a little more coldly than she meant to. She was still grieving her sister, and the last thing she wanted to do was think about more death, more destruction, and more pain.
"What does that mean?" Joss asked with clear insult.
"It means that if you're going to check to see if something is the truth - don't get upset when it turns out to be reality. That's what I did with Syrana. I thought maybe I'd be wrong....I had to know...and now I know, and it wasn't at all what I wanted."
Joss frowned and looked at her mismatched eyes for a long time until he stood up and confirmed what he wanted. "I'm prepared for reality - now take me there."
Myranda didn't like the tone he took with her, and for a brief moment she wanted to snap back at him - but she thought better of it immediately, and said nothing instead.
As two wolves, they'd leave the cave and head towards the direction where one of them did not want to go, and the other couldn't get there fast enough. Joss had no trouble keeping up with the quick female as she pulled him between trees, over fallen logs, and over a large rock until they could see the clearing ahead where a fight was going on.
Metas was one of those in the fight, but the others were not wolves Myranda recognized - but if she had to guess, it would be that he was fighting soldiers.
Two on one. That was unacceptable. She picked her pace up and leaped into the skirmish with no hesitation. The gray wolf that was about to pounce onto Metas was suddenly taken out by Myranda as she crashed into its side.
"Don't touch my mate!" she snarled and snapped at her opponent's neck as the pair rolled against the ground. The separated quickly and faced off against one another immediately.
Myranda was still so angry from her sister's passing, that she didn't wait to pounce again and the sneering stranger. This time, the gray wolf wasn't expecting her charge, and Myranda was able to land a good bite to the jugular. However the neck she was biting at was rather thick, and she was only able to keep a lock on them for a short time.
She rolled against the ground pretty hard, but the taste of blood in her mouth only made her want to attack again. Her paws swept against the ground and kicked up dead leaves as she went in for another charge again from the other side.
Her anger was making her very sloppy, and she wasn't attacking the gray wolf at all, but she was at least distracting them as Metas took on the other without having to worry about too many. Nothing else mattered in the moments that swirled around her other than trying to snip at the fur of this wolf that was now easily dodging her.
Myranda had never fought before - and certainly not like this. She wasn't even sure what to do in the first place, let alone how to strike appropriately. It didn't really matter anyway - she was really just fighting via anger, and Metas had finished with his opponent, and went for the one Myranda had missed again instead.
No one else was around though. She expected to see Lara, or Jyriah - but there was no one else around to help the alpha (who didn't need much assistance anyway).
Metas made quick work of the second attacker, since Myranda had tired him out a lot, and he was able to surprise the soldier from behind. Snapping his neck was rather easy as his jaw found the back of the gray wolf's mangled neck, and shook him with great fury.
When he was done he took large breaths through his gaping mouth that dripped with the same blood that was soaked into his fur.
"Are you okay?" he huffed as he looked towards her, completely ignoring his own pain.
"Yes - but you're the one I came to save, not the other way around. Are you okay? I saw they were taking you at the same time like little cowardly...bugs..." Myranda said in hopes to save her face of being 'cool' and 'heroic' -- when really she had pranced around like a small pup learning to wrestle for the first time.
"Thank you, my Luna. I was getting tired, and the two of them were left with me - the others ran off to track the others before they could give Silas any information. They'll rendezvous with us back at the cave. Why are you out here?" he asked with worry.
"Joss made me. He said he had a dream about his sister being hurt..." Myranda trailed off as Metas' eyes widened.
"...don't tell me he was right...?" she questioned and looked confused at his expression.
"Okay, I won't tell you - and can come see it with your own eyes," Metas replied and nodded his head over his shoudler. "I wish we had time to talk about it here, but we don't. We need to leave before we have to fight more than our own kind."
Myranda understood what he meant well enough, but she still wanted to ask 'really?' because it was just so unbelievable that Silas would really, truly be doing this....