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The bare skin of the black-haired beauty was pale and flawless. Her lover lay draped across her abdomen, both of the women content in the midst of sleep, their hair having intertwined and their skin sliding against each other. They were the picture of contentment, at least until a brusque knocking sounded on the door. Startling Charlie out of sleep, she gently settled her lover on her side of the bed. Calling out towards the heavy wooden door of the bedroom she sounded equal parts sleepy and annoyed. "Who is it and what's so important?"
"Lady Charlotte, we've got an occurrence in the courtyard." She hated the title, but as head of security for the Lycans and all the formalities that went with her culture, it was one that the men and women under her command seemed intent on calling her.
Leaving her warm bed she slid her legs over the side and pulled on her specially fabricated suit, one afforded to the security officers of the Court that were created from unstable molecules and would disappear during a shift, only to appear as soon as they reverted back to human form. Leaving her mid-length blue-black hair free, she pulled on her boots and stepped to the door, opening it quickly. "What's the situation, Brett?"
The huge man stood 6'3 and was over 200 pounds of pure muscle. He was one of the best warriors that Charlotte had ever seen and one of the world's finest swordsmen. He was her best friend, closest confidante and her right hand man. "There's an apparent protest in the center of the main courtyard."
This notion was not unfounded. In the preceding years, a bit of a divide had taken place in the courts. Richard and William at the center of it. They were both of royal blood and both very different kinds of leader. Political games had ensued as individuals lobbied for who they wanted. It was a politics game for the nobles at court, but for those lower down on the totem pole, it was brutal and bloody. Barroom brawls and fights with each other in the middle of battle defending their grounds. It was detrimental to everybody.
"Who are they in support of?" She asked the question as she grabbed a gun with silver-alloy bullets. Not pure, but enough to put a lesser Lycan on their ass for possibly days.
"Greystroke. They've even come up with a name for themselves. The Greystroke Guard."
An incredulous look crossed her face as they began walking quickly, a sense of urgency imminent. "You've gotta be kidding me. The Greystroke..really?" Double-checking the ammo in her gun as they walked she was briefed on the situation, their numbers and capabilities and all other information. What wasn't mentioned was her affiliation with Richard. There had been one point, eons ago, where they'd been betrothed. He was of royal blood and the Jenks house was the purest bloodline there was in the Lycan world aside from royalty. It had made sense as a business transaction, but not as anything else.
In childhood and into adulthood, they had been best friends, but there had never been that spark. Partially because Charlotte was not into boys, but mostly just because they were friends first and foremost. This had been made clear to their parents, but bloodline came before all else in their world. It was not until Richard took his leave that Charlotte was allowed release from the betrothal. The battle that followed three weeks after he had left had been the one that'd damaged her. Unused to not having him by her side in battle, she'd left her flank open and been struck by silver. The diagonal scar across her left eye, which was surprisingly undamaged, would be her lifetime reminder of how good he'd been to her.
Standing on the edge of the courtyard, Brett used the shadows to his advantage and circled around the group of five men, Charlotte's gun in hand. Standing underneath the light afforded by one of the gas-lit street lamps, Charlotte addressed the men. "Stand down and disperse now or face the consequences."
A ruckus arose over them as they gathered their weapons. "Stop suppressing us! The House of Greystroke will not heed your orders, you stupid b!tch."
A feral growl escaped her lips as she narrowed her gaze on the men. "I am Lady Charlotte Jenks of House Jenks." Her uppercrust English accent made her sound every inch the lady she had been raised to be, her warrior's attitude...not so much. "You shame the house of Greystroke. You are now given one final warning. Go home. Bed your wives, drink your beer. Leave this place be. Let lying dogs rest."
She waited three minutes before one of them came at her with a sword. In the flash of a second she was jumping through the air towards him, her body completing a flawless transformation into a regal full-black wolf, the scar still there in her fur. Before any of them knew what was happening, her teeth were clenched around them, disabling and in two cases killing, when they fought back and struggled. It was a menagerie of skill and ferocious animal instinct all brought together into a beautifully macabre ballet.
A mere five minutes later, she transformed back into her human state, the only sign that anything had occurred the bodies on the ground and the blood that smeared her face. Wiping her hand across her mouth another small growl escaped her as she quelled her instinct to maim and savage. Looking across the courtyard to Brett her silver-blue eyes met his green ones, the corner of her mouth turning up in the semblance of a smirk. He somehow always forgot what she was capable of when it came down to it.
Jovially throwing an arm around his waist in the friendliest of manners they walked together beneath the moonlight. "I'm going home to my nice, warm bed. I suggest you do the same. Tomorrow will be a day for the history books." He gave her a friendly pat on the bum before sending her on her way home, back to her lady in wait.
Who is this Richard person of which you speak lol