α ƒαмιℓу ƒєυ∂ σƒ єρι¢ ρяσρσятισηѕ (Artemis)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter growled in annoyance and took off after the girl. She was obviously a Shadowhunter. He would have known even if he couldn't see the faint scars from marks on her skin. The way she held herself, along with that Goddamn cockiness that all of them had, not to mention their superiority complex. What was she doing here? This was his pack's territory, and he didn't remember inviting a Nephilim to snoop around. He rounded a corner and put on a burst of speed. Damn she was fast. He was a good runner, but endurance was more his forte than speed. If he could out-last her, maybe he'd catch her. Maybe.

[Artēmïš]

Adara had been sent into the werewolf territory after the shadow hunters had gotten complains about disturbances from them. She was meant to sit, watch and hide. Go simply observe hat they were doing.
She had been about to finish up her duty for the day when she slipped up. She had got to close and had caught the eye of the alpha. She thought maybe he hadn't seen her and had took of. But now she could hear his footsteps thundering behind her. She swore under he breath and sped up her pace a bit. Werewolves tended to have crazy stamina, better than even a marked shadow hunter. She could feel her lungs tightening up, and her breath becoming sharp as she was getting winded. She chanced a glance over her shoulder. He was about 5 feet away now. She swore again and looked around desperately. Searching for an escape.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter wished he could shift. He'd catch her no problem that way, but they were in the middle of New York City, so that was completely out of the question. He pumped his arms, trying to get every ounce of speed he could. "Stop or I'm going to tackle you, damn it!" he called.

[Artēmïš]

Adara fumbled at at her sde and drew out a seraph blade. She whispered the name of an angel into it an it sprang to life, glowing a white light. She had a mark drawn into her arm that masked her from the site of mundanes. If the alpha did tackle her, she wouldn't go down without a fight. She was heaving now, sweat glistening on her face and tracing down her back. She could feel herself slowing ever so slightly.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter grunted, a strained sound since he was breathing heavily. This idiotic girl thought she could sneak into his territory and spy on them? If she thought he was just going to let her go, those marks had messed with her brain. True to his promise, he lunged forward, the extra speed just enough for him to grab her from behind and tackle her to the ground.

[Artēmïš]

Adara shrieked as she felt his body slam into hers, she felt the ground rise up in front of her. Her knees slid across the hard pavement, she growled in pain as she felt her skin rip open. She twisted, trying to escape, or bring her knife up but it rolled away from her, skidding on the pavement.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Since she was under him, Adara had taken the brunt of the fall, and Carter was barely damaged. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her down, bringing his face close to hers. "I warned you," he growled. "You should have listened. Now I'm far less inclined to be nice to you."

[Artēmïš]

Adara twisted under him trying to free her wrists from his steely grasp. Blood trickled from her chin. "Let me go or the Coven will be the one to take care of you," she growled. She looked towards her knife, and realized with a feeling of dread that even if she did free her hands she would not be able to reach the blade.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to see them try," he said. He hauled her to her feet as easily as if she were a sack of feathers and started dragging her back toward his pack's base. Since she was camouflaged, no one stopped to look at the man who was dragging nothing.

[Artēmïš]

Adara trailed behind him, fighting every step that they took. Thoughts flashed through her mind. What could he want with her? She wouldn't give any information, not that she had managed to gather much anyway.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

When they reached the fake Chinese restaurant, Carter opened the door and shoved her through ahead of him. The few wolves in the lobby looked up, their faces curious. Adriel was one of them, and he tilted his head slightly to the side as he studied Adara. "Who's this?" he asked.

"A Shadowhunter foolish enough to get herself caught," Carter said.

[Artēmïš]

Adara rolled her eyes and glared at the werewolves around her. Her pulse was hammering through her and sweat gathered on her palms. However she kept her exterior calm, she couldn't let these mutts know that they were worrying her. She swallowed and looked at the pack, "Your alpha foolishly got involved in clave business," she retorted.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"They involved me the moment they sent you here," Carter said. He nodded to Adriel and the boy stood up. "Take her back and lock her in one of the closets. I'll deal with her in a bit." Adriel nodded and took the Adara's arm. He was smaller and less muscular than Carter, but he still had a werewolf's strength.

[Artēmïš]

"What?!" Adara said, trying to yank her arm free of the werewolf. She tightened her jaw and stared at Carter, "I will not forget this!" she growled, she would escape, and she would get her revenge.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"No, I doubt you will," Carter said calmly. Then he walked off to the kitchen, leaving Adara with Adriel. The 18-year-old grimaced at her, a sort of apologetic tinge to it. He led her down the hall and to a storage closet. "Inside," he ordered. He didn't want to have to shove her.

[Artēmïš]

Adara stepped into the closet, and folded her arms over her chest, hatred boiling up inside of her as she glared at Adriel.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Adriel put a hand on the door to close it, but he paused. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know what he wants from you, but it sounds like he believes you brought this on yourself."

[Artēmïš]

"I was sent to watch you. The clave believes you're planning something," she spat back at him. Her gaze drilled into him, daring him to challenge her.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Adriel frowned. "Planning something? Well, they're wrong. Maybe when you go back you'll tell them that."

[Artēmïš]

"Perhaps you don't know. Perhaps your alpha isn't as open with you as he pretends to be," she said with a shrug and a raise of her eyebrows.