#masthread

It was a wonderful show that Ben put on, all of the circus prisoners had to agree. The magic was insanely impressive, even a bit nerve wracking. That kind os power was frightening to some, like Rory’s little brother Dexter, the bear whose handler had just dropped dead leaving his leash unmanned. He was free just like the rest of the ‘freak shows’.

Rusted cages were broken open, the werewolves all seemed to clump together, helping each other take off the collars that prevented the shift, but they all looked confused as they found they were in a new place. They didn’t stop much, they just shifted back to human, itching as they hadn’t changed in a while. Violet, Alejandro and Mason were the three wolves, all from the same pack and all believing they were the last survivors, though they didn’t know they were wrong there was one other out there.

Rory wasn’t paying attention to the fretting werewolves, the pissy red head oracle names Juniper, or even his own brother who had been approaching him. The bobcat walked directly toward the witch who had transported them, worry obvious on the cats features, even after the man tried to reassure him. Something was different, there was definitely something there, drawing them closer together. 

The familiar was getting even closer when there was suddenly a ruckus. “Murderers!’ Was the accusing cry as a hunter revealed himself. The surprising thing wasn’t all the growls and threats from the rest of the prisoners, it was the way Rory reacted, putting himself right between the Hunter and Ben, right in the line of fire as he let loose a low and terrifying growl, the cat was obviously not going to just let Ben be killed it seemed.

Mason looked down at the little omega, proud to see the collar on the boys neck. “Yes, yes it is.” he Alpha said proudly, the look obvious on his face. “you’re going to be my mate, my little omega. Got it?” Sometimes the whole Alpha power went to the mans head a little, but he had wanted Peter for so long and this was his chance.