Taylor got out of the car and felt the atmosphere; a hand reaches out and Taylor could feel the vibrant magical energy in the air. It's some peace of mind at least… Taylor thinks with a sigh.
Taylor takes the lead and walks over to the strongest presence he felt. Taylor involuntarily gulps as he approaches; the last time he felt this kind of presence was with Hanz and the sewer. As Taylor got closer, the pressure increased and he decided to take a deep breath before pushing himself forward.
In the distance, was a hulking beast towering over the parking lot, just outside the barrier. The raw aggression and instinctive violence emanated out from him as if it was corporeal. Taylor took a step forward and he locks eyes with the snarling beast. At this moment, Taylor knew, this barrier would not protect him; the hindrance to the werewolf would be like water to a fish. Also, Taylor was already in the beast's domain; anything within this range was of instant-kill striking distance for the monster. Taylor felt the sweat dripping from his forehead. Fuck, I'm not qualified to be having this conversation, Taylor thinks as he looks around for some assistance.
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Jesse was standing several meters back with a smile; she waved her hand forward, urging Taylor on with a teasing smile.
Fuck, Taylor exclaims in his mind. Maybe I should go inside and get some help from the family? He wonders to himself.
“Come here, child.” The deep and resounding voice of an apex predator calls out, the command in his voice arousing the instinct to obey in Taylor's body.
Fuck, Taylor exclaims again. I guess this is happening… He thinks as his body hurries to move forward, ignoring the very real threat to his life that he felt lingering on the edge of his skin.
Taylor comes forward and pauses three meters away from the beast before bowing his head. “Taylor Murphy of the Axel Witch Clan…” Taylor introduces himself with a bowed head before his words slowed to a stop. Fuck, what is this dude's name? I don't even know the name of his werewolf tribe – man, I'm fucked. Taylor thinks, dreading the end of his life. “Ugh… How may I address you… sir?” Taylor forces out, hoping the conversation would keep moving.
“Kron, of the Raw Blade Tribe…” The voice resonates as the hulking beast’s body reacts to the miniscule movements in Taylor’s body, instinctively positioning himself for the quickest kill. “Bring my granddaughter to me… This… Is not debatable… Question it… And I'm willing to ignore... the Matriarch… My patience… Wears thin…” The beast commands through snarling breaths.
Taylor bows again, feeling the sweat drench his face and clothes. There's a time and a place… Sorry Daryl… Taylor thinks before standing and turning around to enter the building.