Arrow Inferno
Chapter 85: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… The sassy bitches!

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Gloria circled the three warlocks, staring at the cloud of fiery smoke that swirled around them. She couldn't go too close to them because the smoke gave forth some serious heat. Although Gloria had been busy fighting, she'd noticed exactly when the three warlocks had appeared on top of the building out of nowhere. And from the way they'd been chanting, it was obvious that their aim was to restore the clan's dark energy to its full power. Well, Deloris wasn't called the queen of spells for nothing. That spell she had cast, according to her, could only be broken if she died because she'd tied it to her life. Fortunately, those silly warlocks didn't know that so Gloria had ignored them and gone right ahead with the battle. After all, their chanting wasn't and couldn't harm anyone.

Besides, from the frustrated look that appeared on their faces after some extensive chanting, it was obvious they were not making any headway. Gloria hadn't planned on wasting her time on the three chanting warlocks initially. But when Camilla told her what one of them had done to her, she saw red. Camilla was the daughter of a fellow council member and an ex of her son. But most important of all, she was pack. And no one fucked with her pack. After making sure that the pack had the upper hand, Gloria had immediately gone after the three warlocks on the rooftop.

Camilla stood back with an excited smile on her face. The pack never passed up an opportunity to see Gloria Stanton in action. It had been said that she was the most graceful warrior that the Stanwood Pack had ever had the privilege of having as pack member. Since they'd both been busy fighting side by side, Camilla hadn't been able to watch Gloria do her thing. The half warlock, half-werewolf, pretty doctor, therefore, decided to enjoy the rare opportunity of watching Gloria Stanton fight. Besides, she'd had the misfortune of meeting the warlock called Frank during her three-month stay in the Wyatt fortress. And she would never forget the pain the warlock had inflicted on her. He would torture her till she shifted into her wolf, and then throw darts at her. The asshat claimed he was bored and wanted to have some fun. She couldn't wait to watch Gloria kick his arse.

"Which one of you is Frank?" Gloria asked, looking at the faces of the warlocks. The smoke covered from their feet up, stopping at their chests. They could only be seen from their shoulder up.

"Who wants to know?" The woman amongst them, who looked no older than thirty sneered.

"The name's Gloria Stanton," Gloria responded, stopping in front of the three warlocks.

"The runaway alpha's mother." The woman chuckled. "Aren't you too old to be fighting? I mean you're no spring chicken."

"Well, I shudder to know what your real age is darling," Gloria responded coolly. "But don't let us talk about age. You don't really know me or know what's up here." She tapped a finger to her temple. "But what you don't know about me should frighten you."

"What are you? The boogie man?" One of the men smirked.

"Worse." Gloria gave a brilliant smile. "I'm a woman. And what I can think of, a man...boogie or otherwise, can't hold a candle to."

"Ooh, feisty." The man drawled, looking at Gloria with lecherous eyes. "I like. I've always wondered how it would feel like to mount a queen bitch. Maybe this is the opportunity I've been waiting for." He actually licked his lips. "Eww..." Camilla couldn't help the nauseous feeling that came over her at Frank's words. "That's Frank, Mama G."

"Is it?" Gloria sounded amused. The thought of having that warlock anywhere near her sexually, made her skin crawl. Her foremost instinct was to shift and tear his throat out. But that would fuck up her plan. "You see, there's a bitch that lives in me that I'm struggling to hold back." She began to move backward, away from the three warlocks as she spoke. "I'm so tempted to make her come out to play."

"Why don't you?" The other man responded. "I'd love to see your stupid bitch roast in this hot cloud." He added, making the other two laugh.

"You would, wouldn't you?" Gloria actually sounded bored. "I'd better keep her in and handle this myself then." Her hand went to her chin and her face took on a curious look. "What exactly are you doing up here by the way? Trying to strengthen your weakened powers?"

"You think you're so powerful don't you?" The woman hissed. "Wait till we restore the fold."

Gloria shook her head sadly. "You know, I could have told you for free that you're wasting your time. Ever heard of Del-the-Spell?"

"What has Del-the-Spell got to do with anything?" Frank snapped.

Almost every upper-level warlock knew about the warlock whose expertise, when it came to spells, was legendary. Over a century ago, she'd fallen in love with a wolf and caused a massive uproar between her clan and the werewolves. There had been a fierce battle that had resulted in the death of the wolf that Del-the-Spell was in love with. Del had disappeared, never to be heard of.

Gloria grinned. "You don't know, do you?" She locked gazes with Frank. "Looks like your evil clan is fucking up with the wrong bitches. Not only do you want to capture and kill my son for your silly rituals or potions or whatever. You actually kidnapped and tortured the only child of Del-the-Spell." Gloria noticed how all three pairs of eyes widened in fear. "Yes, yes. Oh and Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, thanks for the advice. Because if my bitch had come out, I wouldn't have been able to do this..."

With those words, Gloria, in a classic fluid move, flipped into the air, her legs arcing over the heads of the woman and the man who she'd thanked for his advice. Without touching the swirling hot cloud, she landed in a crouch behind all three warlocks. The sickening crunch of bones breaking couldn't be masked. Gloria remained in her crouching position, with a finger touching the ground and her head bowed. For a second or two, nothing seemed amiss. Then both Camilla and Frank's eyes moved to the headless bodies of the female and male warlocks. Both bodies crumpled to the ground before their heads had even stopped rolling on the floor. The cloud of smoke immediately disappeared, leaving a terrified Frank unprotected.

"Have fun, Camilla," Gloria said a split second before the brown wolf tackled Frank to the ground and tore him to shreds even as his heart continued to beat inside his chest.

By the time Camilla was done with the warlock who had tortured her, all that was left was a bloody mess. She shifted back to human and stood, looking down at her handiwork. "We may not be murderers," Gloria said softly, "but we're no angels either."

The two women turned around and left.