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Garrett watched her in an amused fashion, waiting for her to realize it was hopeless. No one would hear her. No one would come. He grinned when she finally sank to the ground in tears. He grabbed her then. His grip was painfully hard and his claws pierced her skin as he dragged her to her feet. He licked his jaws. "I'll savor you. Sweet little girl." he teased cruelly.
His maw opened wide.
BAM
Garrett froze and looked over his shoulder to the door.
BAM
Garrett dropped the girl and turned to his door. Someone was banging against it. Had someone seen him? There was no way they could get here so fast.
BAM!!
The door burst open, hinges breaking so it fell to the ground. Four wolves leapt into the room to surround Garrett. They were all snarling faces and bristling fur. The white one was among them, his teeth exposed as he snarled his fury.
Garrett roared back. "What business do you have here? I didn't think that you took interest in humans." he goaded them.

Devon half-shifted, his form now similar to Garrett. "I know you, mutt." he snarled. "Don't patronize me. What makes you think you can take what I've claimed?" he asked. Right now, he wanted to rip this monster's throat out. However as Alpha he had a duty to at least give him a very small chance.
"Claim? A human? I didn't know." the loner said in mock innocence. "I was just enjoying a meal." he laughed.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Devon lunged for him, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him to the ground. Scott and Fredrick attacked as well.
As planned during the distraction, Bo ran around to Lark. She shifted and scooped the girl into her arms. She ran out of the place as face as possible. This girl didn't need to see anymore.
There was a roar of rage from Garrett behind her, but it was cut off by others. Devon would not be merciful tonight. Bo didn't blame him one bit. Werewolves like that were trash.

The three mean returned, blood-stained and looking weary. That's how Devon felt, just weary. Lark was safe and that monster was dead. But knowing that there could be more monsters like left a sick feeling in his stomach.
Smoke was starting to come from the house. The best way to be sure the body was never found was just to burn the house. It was far enough from the woods to be safe. They call in by the time all the evidence of their fight was gone.
"How is she?" he asked.
Bo looked up from where she laid him. "Traumatized after all that, I'd say. She passed out just after I got her out. She running a fever."
Devon cursed and ran a hand through his white hair. "Some welcoming." he snorted.
Fredrick patted him on the shoulder. "Not all of our dealings with humans who know about us go well. You know that."
"I do, but unfortunately she's not the type to handle it."
"So. What do you need to do?" Fredrick asked.
"We'll take her to my house and have the doctor look at her. Her mother is gone and she has no friend, so she won't be missed. After that, have Sheryl stay with her. She might be more comforting to see, should she wake." he instructed. "That should be enough for now."

Sheryl was nearby, reading a book. She looked over as the girl's started breathing more deeply. A sign that she was awake. Her eye's fluttered open.
Sheryl moved closer, brushing a strand of red hair out of her face. She was a nice looking woman with a kind face and blue eyes.
"Hey, how are you feeling." she asked gently, not wanting to startle the girl.

Sheryl took the girl's hand gently in her own. "No. You aren't dead." she said a sympathetic smile. Reaching over to the nightstand she picked the rag from a water bowl. She squeezed it out and dabbed Lark's forehead and neck.
"You are just sick. You've been through too much." she said, shaking her head. "Do you need anything?"
Sheryl had been tending to her since the doctor left as Devon had wished. Even if he hadn't she would have volunteered. Out of all of them, she was probably the one with the most gentle disposition. This girl was in end of some comfort. Devon had check in a few time but never stayed. She shook her head. He would need to do some explaining.

Sheryl nodded. She expected as much. She opened a bottle of water and helped Lark, lift herself up enough to drink. Her eyebrow raised at the question.
"That's an odd way of asking. No, Devon is not mad at you, and as Alpha, he's still not mad at you. Why would he be? You did nothing wrong." she said calmly. "You were just in a bad situation at a worse time."

Sheryl sighed. "That man. Devon is the Alpha. And the one who took you was a lone wolf. Pack-less. A serial killer on top of that, though we didn't find that out til recently." she explained. "Our alpha was never mad at you. He was mad at the one who took you." She shook her head. "Madder than I've seen him in awhile. Hey... Are you going to be sick?" she asked, seeing how green she was starting to look. She hurriedly grabbing the trash can, then lifted Lark to the side somewhat.

Sheryl waited til she was finished and set the can aside. She cleaned Lark up as well.
"My guess is he thought it would protect you." she replied to the first question. "As to the other questions, you should ask him. And he was going to model for you?" she said, biting back a giggle. "I knew he said he was going to check up on you daily, but never for that." She was trying hard not to laugh.
"For now get some rest. Once your stomach settles, I'll bring you some food."