(WARNING ... THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF EXPLICITY GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. READ AT OWN DISCRETION)
A fairly secluded, large French chateau villa located near the opposing outskirts of the checkpoint the emissaries just passed...
Though soundly asleep in her bed, the five-year-old can still somehow sense their malevolent presence ... perhaps because of some inherently instilled instincts as an Acrilian she-wolf to hunt down and kill demons; or maybe it was due to some special sixth-sense ability associated with the power within her that she's yet to realize she possesses.
Just like with the Moon Goddess, a sensation of uneasiness and growing trepidation gradually seeps in and starts to overtake and consume Sasha's subconscious.
She begins to hear a very subtly faint, unfamiliar, disembodied female voice whispering inside her head...
"Sasha ... Sasha ... wake up, Sasha. Katarina's in danger. ... Sasha, wake up. Danger. They're coming for Katarina. They're coming."
Although still not awake yet, Sasha's on the verge of awakening. She's becoming more restless, tossing about as she kicks off her covers. Her temperature steadily rises as she begins to sweat profusely.
That disembodied voice once again reverberates in her head; a little louder this time...
"Sasha ... you have to get up ... now. Sasha, hurry, wake up. Katarina's in danger. Sasha, they're coming for Katarina ... wake up!"
Sasha's abruptly awoken from her sleep, and instantly shoots up into a sitting position; dazed and confused, momentarily unaware of her surroundings.
Sasha is soaking wet, drenched in her perspiration. Her body is so rigidly tense that every muscle is aching. Her head is throbbing; and her heart pounding, feeling as if it's about to burst out of her chest. And she's hyperventilating, unable to catch her breath.
But out of all these sudden, inexplicable debilitating ailments being inflicted upon Sasha, the worst one is affecting that mysteriously cryptic birthmark covering nearly her entire back; a faint, red-tinted blemishing which resembles that of faeries' wings. Right now, it's burning, feeling as if it's on fire.
Suddenly, that disembodied voice screams out within Sasha's head...
"DEMONS!!!"
Sasha leaps up from her bed, charges across the room, and jumps through the thick-paned glass of the Bay window of their third-story bedroom; then wildly dashes off into the surrounding woods.
Upon hearing the crashing reverberation of the shattering glass, Katarina ... who shares the bedroom with Sasha ... is also abruptly awoken from her sleep now. Her attention is first drawn to the broken window, but then she immediately looks to Sasha's bed and sees that she's missing.
Katarina jumps out of her bed and rushes to the window. She nervously scans the area below while frantically calling out...
"Sasha, where are you?!! Sasha!!!"
The commotion had also woken up Irena ... an orphaned, twelve-year-old Omega she-wolf of the Rainier Pack, who was assigned by Alpha Julian to help Teresa take care of her two adopted daughters ... who's bedroom is just down the hall from their bedroom. An alarmed Irena comes bursting into the bedroom...
""What's wrong ... what's going on?!"
Katarina, who was still leaning out the window scanning the area, turns back around to Irena; with tears trickling out of the corners of her eyes, sniffles as she cries...
"It's Sasha ... she's gone."
A bewildered Irena asks, "She's gone? What do you mean she's gone? Where did she go?"
Tears now begin to stream from her eyes, as Katarina cries harder...
"I don't know..." She brusquely spins about and frantically cries out the window, "Sasha, where are you?!!"
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The woods' thickly entangled treetop canopy blocks off the radiating illumination of an eerily bright blood moon.
And in the darkness below, a small, lithe figure wildly zigzags through the copious abundance of densely packed trees, while furiously darting through the woods ... almost as if locked into some sort of GPS system, or flying on auto-pilot mode; instinctively moving on a course that will eventually intercept that 'tiny entourage' heading for the Alpha's manor.
Meanwhile...
One of the sentries posted at the secluded French chateau villa radios the Gamma, "Gamma Ray ... this is Tango Unit ... Gamma Ray, come in ... over."
The Gamma takes hold of the jeep's radio mic. "Go for Gamma Ray ... over."
"Gamma Ray, it's Sasha; she's out on the loose ... over."
"Tango Unit ... what do you mean Sasha's out on the loose? ... Over."
"Irena just reported that Sasha apparently jumped out of her bedroom window and took off ... over."
"Took off? Where? Which way did she go? ... Over."
"Unknown, sir ... over."
The Gamma pounds his fist down on the dashboard and brusquely mutters aloud...
"Fucking great ... I need this like I need a hole in my head. Why now of all times? Damnit, Sasha."
The Gamma gets back on the mic, "Tango Unit, I want all of you to go out and find her, now ... over."
"Copy. ... Do you want one of us to stay behind and wait to see is she comes back? ... Over."
Frustrated, the Gamma raises his voice, "Did I stutter?! I said all of you look for her! Now hurry up and find her before Alpha Julian hears about this! ... Over and out!"
The Gamma slams the mic back onto the radio base. He once again brusquely mutters aloud...
"What the hell is that little she-wolf up to now?"
The jeep's driver foolheartedly says the first thing that pops into his head, "Alpha Julian isn't going to like this, that's for sure."
The Gamma sharply turns to the driver and rebukingly responds, "No shit, 'Sherlock'! Now keep your mouth shut and your eyes open and watch out for that little troublesome minx!"
The Gamma picks the mic back up and radios the jeep in the rear, "George, this is Gamma Ray; pick up ... over."
"George here; go ahead, Gamma Ray ... over."
"George, I just received a call from Tango Unit ... Sasha is out and about. Keep an eye out for her back there and let me know if you happen to spot her ... over and out."
"Copy that ... over and out."
George looks to the driver beside him. "You heard it; keep a look out for Sasha."
The driver shakes his head. "Man, what a night this is turning out to be."
George concurs, "Tell me about it ... first Xavier nearly offs a visiting group of vampire emissaries ... and now that feral, rogue she-wolf is running around up to only the Moon Goddess knows what."
Radio silence has just returned as the entourage travels the last stretch of the journey, with only about three hundred yards to go before entering the clearing to the Alpha's manor...
When all of a sudden ... before anyone realizes what's happening ... that small, lithe figure bullets out from a thicket, flanking them from the right.
Attacking with total reckless abandonment ... in her wolf-form ... Sasha rams her head into the side of the cargo van, and T-bones it with such force that the vehicle rolls over a few times before coming to a stop on its now caved-in roof.
The discombobulated emissaries frantically scramble about inside looking for a way to free themselves from the wreckage.
Gamma Ray and the other sentries escorting the emissaries rush over to the turned over cargo van to assist them; and once they're all extracted, Gamma Ray and the others circle around the emissaries to protect them. It's become evident to the Gamma ... though having no clue as to why ... these emissaries are clearly Sasha's targets.
Gamma Ray bellows out in a booming, authoritatively commanding tone...
"Sasha ... I don't know what's gotten into you; or why you're doing this ... but I'm ordering you to cease this now!! Come out and show yourself, and surrender!!"
There's an unnerving stillness abounding the area; not even the slightest of movement is stirring around them. It appears, at least at this moment, that time is standing still.
The Gamma calls out in the surrounding woods again; this time sounding a little less commanding and a little more open to negotiations...
"Sasha, I don't know what you think you're doing; but this needs to stop, right now. Come on now, Sasha, listen to me and come on out and give yourself up peacefully. If you do that, I promise you, we'll go easy on you. I'm not going to lie, you're in enough trouble as it is, so don't make things worse than they already are. Come on now, Sasha."
At the time all this was going on, sentries who were in the nearby proximity of the ambush heard the initial thunderous crash of the impact on the cargo van and began to hurriedly rush over to the area in question. There are now a good dozen-and-a-half sentries, along with Gamma Ray, present at the scene; all intensely looking out for the currently undetected little Acrilian she-wolf...
All aware of the potential threat that she can truly be.
Another couple of minutes of absolute silence pass, and Gamma Ray calls out one more time, "Sasha, I'm not going to say this again ... come out now and give yourself up."
Shortly after that; lacking hardly any finesse ... and even less commonsense .. one of the sentries makes the ultimate blunder as he foolhardily shouts out...
"Get your ass out here you little rogue, she-wolf bitch! Think you got some balls on you, do you ... well come on out and show me, so I can cut them off!"
And with this, the Rainier Pack's compound becomes thrown into a chaotic pandemonium as what can only be described as a bloody massacre ensues.
Still in her wolf-form, Sasha agilely skirts past the sentries surrounding the emissaries; then menacingly lunges at the small entourage, while simultaneously shifting into her Lycan-form.
Sasha begins to viciously rip open the emissaries' throats in some sort of maniacal frenzy; deeply embedding those elongated, razor-sharp claws jutting out of her fingertips into the flesh of their necks ... making it a point to pierce through and sever each carotid artery and jugular vein; causing the blood to gushingly spurt out from the torn vessels.
But the carnage doesn't end there.
Sasha then savagely dismembers their bodies, tearing the limbs from their joint sockets using nothing other than her seemingly uncanny brute strength.
After that, she begins to disembowel all of their bloodied torsos, strewing the intestines and organs haphazardly about. And soon, the surrounding ground is covered in pools of blood and piles of mangled flesh.
And while all this is occurring ... totally shocked and horrifyingly confounded by this barbarically heinous act ... all Gamma Ray and his men can do is react instinctively to the best of their ability, relying on all their years of training and, for the more seasoned Security Defense Force members, combat experience.
They rush in from all directions and attempt to grab hold and restrain the rampaging, feral-like she-wolf; but, to no avail, utterly fail to do so. Instead, they find themselves being tossed about like a bunch of ragdolls at the seemingly merciless hands of Sasha.
However, although she makes no attempt to hold back on her overwhelming physical prowess, Sasha refrains from using fatal force when manhandling the Rainier Pack members.
And once the essentially one-sided, murderous assault comes to its inevitable end, Sasha shifts back into her human-form, calmly standing before the recently somewhat battered and highly confounded Gamma and sentries; looking as if nothing had happened ... although unclothed and covered from head to toe in blood.
They warily approach the now seemingly passive child; mentally preparing themselves to counter any kind of attack Sasha may spring upon them should she become violent again. But luckily, this doesn't happen; instead, Sasha remains extremely docile, looking almost as if she were in a trancelike state.
Once reaching her, they immediately take custody of her ... tightly grasping hold of her arms and legs ... and carry Sasha off to the compound's detention center without any further incident.
Following Gamma Ray's instructions ... after having all the blood hosed off of her body and given a fresh set of clothes to wear ... Sasha is brought to a solitary cell located on the lowest sublevel of the detention center.
Sasha's then securely bound in their heaviest chains; the ones forged from a special steel, iron, and titanium alloy combination, specifically designed to keep even the most powerful of werewolves from being able to break free. And then finish by strapping a full-face muzzle crafted of the thickest and sturdiest leather they have available around Sasha's head.
And as they do this, Sasha puts up no resistance whatsoever; remaining totally calm while allowing the guards to constrain her in this binding manner.