<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><u><span style="font-size: 15px">Sienna Wood - Rogue - Pack Cells</span></u></span><br/><br/>She saw it coming, she saw the distinct muscle twitches that told her he was going to come at her with speed, anger twisting his face. Yet logically she knew he was moving far too fast for a normal human to track. Yet she could. Her instinct and fighting knowledge kicked in, but her chains were suddenly shorter than they had been moments ago as she went to block his attack.<i>Son of a bitch! </i>Out of the corner of her eye she could see the guards on the other side controlling her chains so she couldn't couldn't reach for him or kick out. There went her plan to grab what she could from his person and attempt to escape.<br/><br/>She grit her teeth and bit down on a hiss of pain as he yanked her hair back painfully so, to the point she thought he might tear her hair out. Yet she never backed down and kept her gaze steady on his, no way was she going to give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing her fear. "Fuck you!" She snarled, spitting at him a moment before pain exploded through her entire being. She felt something crack a second before her vision was filled with bright sparks and dots. Ears ringing, she had no idea what happened afterwards as her body went slack. A trail of blood was smeared across the wall where her head had been as she fell onto her side against the bench, falling into the abyss that was unconsciousness.<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><u>Lucas Delany - Omega - Pack Feast to Pack House</u></span><br/><br/><i>Did I actually leave work?</i>He sighed, watching and listening to the other pack members. Every time someone or something seemed to go wrong. Be it a spat between two rivalling wolves, to something not being cooked right, accidental fires breaking out during the cooking process, to people not turning up or a lovers quarrel. It was like watching children, their alpha the parent to all, then the nosy elders everyone respected and tolerated. It kind of reminded him of family christmases everyone loved to hate. People began leaving after eating without even saying a word, like a dine and dash and he wondered what the point of the feasts were. Though they did fascinate him every time, the vet in him intrigued by the wolves before him now, to the normal wolves of the wild.<br/><br/>But alas another semi-failed feast down as he finished off the last of his drink and picked up his plate, noticing Neviah beginning to clear things away by herself. "Here let me help you out," he told her with a smile as he took some of the load from his fellow omega. He took the plates over to a separate picnic table and began scraping food into a plastic trash bag hanging off the side, piling up the plates, cutlery and glasses separately to help carry them later on. Rolling up his sleeves he began carrying the dishes and stuff back into the omega pack home.<br/><br/>He placed a tray of plates and glasses by the side of the sink, before filling it up with hot soapy water so he could get started. Oddly enough he didn't mind washing up, it was a calming and somewhat satisfying job. Afterwards he'd probably go for a run, mark some school work then go to bed for an early night. But for now he was arm deep in bubbles as he began the scrubbing process.