Calloway was struggling to blink sight back into his eyes when he heard the telltale sound of gun fire, though he was unsure if it was from the Nikitin foot soldiers, or whoever was attacking them. He didn’t have to think on it for very long as there were two very distinct thuds and groans from the front door. He went to slam the door shut again when he realized the two guards had been felled, but instead it was kicked back at him with enough force to knock him backwards. Still on his back after having been sent sprawling, Calloway felt something something sharp and cold being shoved into his shoulder, causing him to yowl.
“How stupid are you all to think two guards would be enough?” A familiar voice scoffed.
As Calloway came to grips, he realized that he was pinned to the floor by a broadsword in his shoulder and a boot at his middle, both of which belonged to...
“D-Dad?” Calloway gritted out, fingers squabbling at the blade to keep it from pressing in further. He squinted up at the figure for a moment, before realizing that it wasn’t actually his father, but rather his doppelgänger. “N-Nolan?”
“Alive and in the flesh.” Nolan said, shoving the blade deeper, causing Calloway to grunt in pain.
It was no wonder to Calloway why he thought Nolan had been their father. Since the last time Cal had seen him, Nolan had gotten taller and bulked up too. His dark curls had been shaved clean off, showing a multitude of scars on his head and face. He looked all the killer and hunter their father had wanted them both to grow up to be. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila could hear all the commotion going on above, she recognized Nolan’s scent as well from previous run ins. Hudson continued to wail, his little baby fists balled so tight they were red.
“Shh, baby, shh.” Mila tried to coo, rocking him slightly under the duvet. She wanted to jump out and protect Calloway, but she needed to protect Hudson. So she was trusting Calloway to be alright, and that her family would return soon.
Nolan looked to Mila and Hudson’s hiding place and made a face at having heard Hudson’s wailing.
“I heard you’d knocked up that little bitch, didn’t know you’d be dumb enough to let her or that little monster live.” He said, looking back down at Calloway. “I put out that bounty on her months ago, I thought it would be easier for you if that monstrosity died inside her.”
“What? You d-did that?” Calloway grunted, still squabbling at the blade. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila gasped, she knew Calloways family were hunters. She even knew what his Father did to him when he tried to leave the life for her. But she was still surprised at the cold hearted way Nolan spoke about her and baby Hudson. He was just a baby, how could he hate a baby? His own nephew even.
“It’s unfortunate for you, but I suppose I’ll just have to kill her and that pup myself. I’m sorry that you’ll have to watch, little brother.” Nolan said with a cold edge as he reached for a large hunting knife at his belt. He stepped away from Calloway, confident that the injury as well as the weight of the broadsword in his chest would be enough.
“S-stop! Nolan, dont!” Calloway grunted as he fought with shaky hands to dislodge the weapon. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
At that, Mila knew she couldn’t rely on Calloway alone.
“I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy loves you so much, you’re gonna be okay.” Mila cooed quietly, pressing her lips to Hudson’s forehead before setting him down on the floor and thrusting the duvet in the air in hopes to create any kind of distraction.
It was annoying raising Mila in the sense she shifted early on in her life. She no sooner was walking before she could roll onto all fours and be a wolf pup. She shared the unique skill with her father of being able to shift specific body parts too. Some werewolves, shifting could be a long process without much grace. Not for Mila. With the duvet still hanging in the air, she came barreling around the side of the bed. A gorgeous albino wolf, her lips pulled back in a deep snarl and she came bounding at Nolan; meaning to pounce on him.
Nolan reeled back as the blanket was thrown up towards him, but instead of startling or missing a single beat, Nolan took his knife and readied it in his hand as he crouched to lower his center of gravity. As Mila leaped at him, he was ready to slice at her.
“Mila! No!” Calloway screamed as he managed to pry the blade from him finally. Much like his brother, there was no hesitation as Calloway threw himself at Nolan and wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck, pulling him backwards. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila wasn’t a skilled fighter. Her whole life she had always been instructed to shrink as small as possible and hide behind either of her brothers. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but she didn’t relent. Stopping short of her pounce as Cal pulled his brother back, she saw the discarded blade and returned to her human feet to run for the knife.
Calloway missed the second Nolan somehow obtained another knife from his person, smaller but no less intimidating as he used it slice at Calloway’s face, catching him on the jaw before he could pull back. Calloway cursed, but still tried to hold onto his brother, though that was challenging. Calloway had never showed signs of being big and bulky the same way his father and brother were, even as an adult he was stretched out thinner like his mother above anything else. Fighting with Nolan was like fighting a bull.
“Mila, take Hudson and go!” Calloway grunted as he continued to grapple with his brother. It was a mere second later that Nolan used his weight to throw Calloway over his shoulder and into a vanity at the corner of the room. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Cal!” Mila cried, watching Nolan throw him into her vanity. She still managed to snatch up the knife that had previously been tossed aside and trained it on Nolan.
“Why won’t you just leave us alone?” She cried out.
“Why couldn’t you leave my brother alone, monster?” Nolan asked, hardly worried at the knife Mila held out at him. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I’m sorry you think I took him from you, but I didn’t. You guys did that, but Calloway is loved with me. And Nolan, you don’t scare me anymore. I just feel sorry for you. I’ll die before I let you hurt my family, so make your next move count.” Mila challenged, unwavering. While she wasn’t a trained fighter, the blade didn’t quiver in her hand. She kept her red eyes on Nolan, not even blinking as she broadened her stance like she’d seen her brothers do so many times before. With baby Hudson’s cries still ringing in the air, if Nolan gave Mila that chance, she would kill him.
“The last thing I need is your ‘pity’.” Nolan said as he pulled out a matching smaller knife and lunges for Mila. As Nolan approached however, he didn’t account for the chair being hurtled his way from where Calloway had been tossed. The chair struck him to the ground, though it certainly wouldn’t keep him there.
Calloway Had gotten up finally and grabbed a vase with some flowers for Mila and Hudson, smashing it on the edge of the vanity to make a makeshift weapon. He grabbed the largest chunk he could and put himself between Mila and Nolan again. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila offered the blade out to Calloway, something sturdier for them than a smashed vase. With Calloway back in the game, Mila ran to get Hudson; carefully but quickly gathering him up from his place on the floor and hurrying out of the room. She could hide and call for help.
“I won’t let you hurt them, Nolan.” Calloway said, the knife readied in his hand. “I let you live before, but if you keep this up and keep threatening my family...I won’t be so kind.” Cal warned.
“So you’d just let me leave?” Nolan scoffed as he rose up. “That’s why Dad didn’t even bother to mourn you when you left us. You’re useless as a hunter and even more useless now as a son or brother. So easily swayed by bitch in heat.”
Calloway clutched the knife tighter.
“Nolan, leave while you can and keep your thoughts about my wife to yourself.” He hissed.
“You know I can’t do that. Even if I could, there will be more and more hunters after her.” Nolan said.
“And I’ll fight them all off! The next, the one after that, all of them until there are no more! I’ll protect my wife, my son, my family. I’ll protect them from you and everyone else!” Calloway said, lunging forward then. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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