Andreas swatted at the Alpha every time it climbed back up onto him. This was clearly the strongest in the rival pack, since he hadn’t been able to deal it a finishing blow yet. Chunks of his flesh were missing where the wolf had bitten him, black blood oozing out of them like tar. The rest of the wolf’s pack showed up. Some of them tried to help take the demon down, while others went straight to Saint’s village. Andreas saw the war escalating behind him where he’d let the rival wolves through and fresh adrenaline rushed through him. He knocked the wolves off of him. A Beta landed on top of the Alpha, and Andreas took the chance to crush them together, clasping his hands together and bringing them down like a war hammer.<br/><br/>He turned around, thumping back to aid Saint’s pack. He grabbed any attacking wolves on the way and slammed them into the ground or tore huge gashes out of them with his teeth. He saw one wolf readying to attack Saint’s mate and pups. Small fry after small fry distracted him as he tried to get over to them. He crushed each one without mercy and without even really caring. Saint’s mate was doing such a good job protecting their cubs, but she slipped up. Jaws came down on her neck; an almost instant kill.<br/><br/>Andreas roared, charging forward at speeds that didn’t at all match his size. He grabbed the wolf’s tail right as it was pouncing at one of Saint’s cubs, tearing it back out of the air and grabbing half of it in both hands, tearing the creature (not so) clean in two. He didn’t think about what Saint’s kids might think, seeing something like that. “Aura!” he called, staring at the wife and mother whose life was quickly draining. “She needs help!” Never had he felt so sorry for having no medical skills. Not to mention, in this form trying to help would only hurt her more. But everyone else was fighting, there was no one to help her… and no time left.<br/><br/>Andreas shrunk back into human form as quickly as he could. It was all messed up: he still had three eyes, two of which were still demonic; his teeth were still jagged, and one of his hands still had claws. Either way, he knelt beside her, putting his human hand on her furry chest as her breathing slowed down. “Aura..!” he said. “... I swear… I swear to whatever God listens to a demon’s prayers-- I’ll keep the your family safe! Oh Hell.. Aura please!” But he knew she was going to die…<br/><br/>In just a few more minutes, the fighting had ended, with no more casualties within Saint’s pack. Andreas took a breath, still kneeling over Aura’s dead body, and finished slipping into human form. His clothes were all but gone, deep gashes were torn all across his body where he’d been bitten (mostly by the Alpha), and his own blood mixed with the blood of his enemies, staining his skin. The demon made sure some of the other pack members were watching Saint’s kids, then he started the trip home, arriving a few minutes later.<br/><br/>“... It’s over,” he said.