āIt canāt be too much if they send just one guy to kill it,ā Jacob points out. āUnless youāre just that good.ā While he isnāt going to completely overestimate the threat lurking around in their midst, he also isnāt about to have his pack and allies thinking they had no chance. Even if they canāt actually kill the thing due to, umā¦ biology? They can at least track it or corral it into a certain area until Alec arrives to do the job. Jacob just hopes the man is sure with his shot. Entertain some wild chase around the entire damn mountain hunting someā¦ goatā¦ beaver thingā¦ is not his idea of a fun day.
(As for the sheer number of his backup, wellā¦ letās just say that while many of their little alliance enjoy the quiet life, sometimes you miss the action.)
Perhaps it was telling by Jacobās reaction to the possibility of a ādemonā running around the mountain, but the vampires and werewolves out here werenāt aware of the Shadowhunters and their ilk. But perhaps they shouldnāt be surprised. With covens of their vampires ranging from the common two or three to the uncommon nine the Cullens possessed (among the largest), they are relatively spread wide apart and tiny. The most powerful coven, the Volturi, were equivalent to royalty in their vampire line, sitting pretty over there in Volterra, Italy and preferring the rest of their kind of vampires stay hidden and out of sight. The debacle in Seattle had likewise brought their attention and almost interference, but they opted to let it play out, knowing it would either wipe itself out or bring them some trophies of the vendetta. Who was the say the Shadowhunters and Volturi hadnāt accidentally crossed paths with each other once or so before, but merely continued on their way out of no recognizing who the others were. Jacob only knew of the vampires through what the Cullens told them, but since they were allies in two confrontations by now, they told them quite a lot. Enough Jacob was confident enough to talk to Alec about it if necessary.
Still doesnāt want their new ādemon hunterā to end up ingloriously busting a foot on an old log. Because if this thing really is as dangerous as Alec professed, Jacob wants his aid in getting rid of it before it seriously screws up anything else ā¦ Damn, and now heās noticing the other manās warmth and those strong muscles in his arm. Heās an archer, so obviously he must have good definition, but stillā¦ damn.
Jacob almost breaks into a laugh at that squeak of a response. Alec reminds him of a high-school girl with a crush. A comment that will go unsaid to prevent the man from losing more blood to his face (if thatās the only place itās going right nowā¦) He snorts at the question, looking at Alec like he just asked if the skyās blue. āWould you rather piggyback?ā Rhetorical question. But rather than risk an aneurysm, Jacob drops off the boulder their on and vanishes from sight behind a group of trees. Itās less than a minute later before the giant russet-colored wolf returns, a black strap around his back leg holding the pair of jeans tight. One jump and heās up on the boulder with Alec, amber eyes watching him with the same sight as Jacob had a moment ago. Then crouches down on all fours beside him, letting him mount him.
And really, whether Alec likens it to a big furry horse or a big furry motorcycle is kind of up to him. But he better hold on tight because once he does, Jacob takes off. And heās fast.
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(As for the sheer number of his backup, wellā¦ letās just say that while many of their little alliance enjoy the quiet life, sometimes you miss the action.)
Perhaps it was telling by Jacobās reaction to the possibility of a ādemonā running around the mountain, but the vampires and werewolves out here werenāt aware of the Shadowhunters and their ilk. But perhaps they shouldnāt be surprised. With covens of their vampires ranging from the common two or three to the uncommon nine the Cullens possessed (among the largest), they are relatively spread wide apart and tiny. The most powerful coven, the Volturi, were equivalent to royalty in their vampire line, sitting pretty over there in Volterra, Italy and preferring the rest of their kind of vampires stay hidden and out of sight. The debacle in Seattle had likewise brought their attention and almost interference, but they opted to let it play out, knowing it would either wipe itself out or bring them some trophies of the vendetta. Who was the say the Shadowhunters and Volturi hadnāt accidentally crossed paths with each other once or so before, but merely continued on their way out of no recognizing who the others were. Jacob only knew of the vampires through what the Cullens told them, but since they were allies in two confrontations by now, they told them quite a lot. Enough Jacob was confident enough to talk to Alec about it if necessary.
Still doesnāt want their new ādemon hunterā to end up ingloriously busting a foot on an old log. Because if this thing really is as dangerous as Alec professed, Jacob wants his aid in getting rid of it before it seriously screws up anything else ā¦ Damn, and now heās noticing the other manās warmth and those strong muscles in his arm. Heās an archer, so obviously he must have good definition, but stillā¦ damn.
Jacob almost breaks into a laugh at that squeak of a response. Alec reminds him of a high-school girl with a crush. A comment that will go unsaid to prevent the man from losing more blood to his face (if thatās the only place itās going right nowā¦) He snorts at the question, looking at Alec like he just asked if the skyās blue. āWould you rather piggyback?ā Rhetorical question. But rather than risk an aneurysm, Jacob drops off the boulder their on and vanishes from sight behind a group of trees. Itās less than a minute later before the giant russet-colored wolf returns, a black strap around his back leg holding the pair of jeans tight. One jump and heās up on the boulder with Alec, amber eyes watching him with the same sight as Jacob had a moment ago. Then crouches down on all fours beside him, letting him mount him.
And really, whether Alec likens it to a big furry horse or a big furry motorcycle is kind of up to him. But he better hold on tight because once he does, Jacob takes off. And heās fast.