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Thank god that everyone springs into action, because it means Alec can put off praying for the ground to crack open and swallow him whole when the teasing about his terribly obvious reactions begins. And ends, to be fair. Still, the sheer number of them is staggering, and definitely overkill for this particular mission. Maybe it won't be so impossible to re-establish some sort of information network on the west coast after all...

Presuming this all goes well, of course. Alec shakes off everything else and focuses, nocking an arrow and staring down the shaft of it, after a quick glance towards Quil when he shuffles in to replace Jacob.

As soon as Jacob advances towards the demon, its head snaps up and it turns its face to the shifter, empty sockets where its eyes should be, fur matted down with sap and mangy all over, some sort of animal viscera clinging to its horns. All that's left of the tree is a jagged stump, covered in specks of black and white fuzz, spotty like mold. Luckily it seems like the distraction is working, because when it scents the air through a snout that's dribbling black ooze, it doesn't bolt or turn into mist and disperse through the the surrounding trees.

No, instead it immediately starts towards Jacob while gnashing its teeth greedily as though it isn't about half his size, either fearless or stupid. (Or hungry enough to be both.)

Oh, god, Alec realizes with a sudden lurching sensation deep in his gut. Its undivided interest means that Jacob isn't actually older than he looks, or at least not by much—Alec had been operating under the assumption that he falls into any time he deals with one of the immortal species, namely that Jacob was probably a hundred or something, frozen in time by the act of shifting. Letting out a burst of breath, he uses the motion of his exhale to aim and fires his arrow. It whizzes past Jacob's ear without touching him, an awfully daring shot which pays off because its proximity to the wolf means that the demon has no way to smell the arrowhead made of holy metal coming before it is suddenly lodged right in one of those empty eye sockets.

The demon rears back with a terrible animal noise of pain, though not even an arrow to the brain actually seems to slow it down enough that it doesn't lunge instinctually towards Jacob to try and take a bite out of him, unable to locate its actual attacker in the sudden confusion.

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It may be overkill to Alec, but to the Cullens and Quileute, who’ve both faced invasions and threats to themselves and each other, often involving their younger members, they take these things seriously. Especially since they’ve been spending the past three years working through their differences and adapting to each other. The results vary from each member, but like it or not, the coven and packs are more entwined than they’ve ever been. If this demon wants to eat their young, they’re going to take it down together, overkill or not. And that’s not saying anything about the Quileute’s role in protecting the humans of La Push (and Forks by proxy) and the Cullens desire to keep their own secret safe, as well as wanting to live in peace with humans. All in all, this part of Washington is very aggressive towards potential threats.

Oh and there is that aspect of two years of peace making the vampires and werewolves a little eager for some action, regardless of what they say. Blood drive and hunting instinct never goes away.

But… Gross. Action or not, Jacob instantly feels a pure revulsion towards the nightmarish thing that suddenly looks up at him. It’s like staring at the corpse of a swamp monster you see in horror movies. Normally he’s very happy to watch the violent, bloody parts of those action movies, but this thing is real, a threat, and so very out-of-the-ordinary, it’s unnerving. Why the hell is this thing even eating a tree? The mold it’s left behind is disturbing and Jacob instinctively wants to burn it, something that he gets the rest of his pack feels similar towards.

Seth makes a comment about wanting to puke thanks to seeing that thing’s nose dribbling ooze. Considering the wolves breathe far more frequently through their noses than their mouths, the idea of liquid dripping out of his nose brings to mind the accidental snorting of water, that disgusting coughing fit as you try and clear your windpipe. It’s gagging. Jacob shudders mentally. Thanks, Seth. We all needed that.

The second the thing starts towards him, the Quileute braces his paws to the soft earth and snarls loudly, hackles raised and spine arched as his lips curl away from the dagger-like fangs in his jaws. It actually takes Sam’s loud reminder and Bella’s sudden shield to prevent his instinctive desire to lunge forward and attack first. He doesn’t want this thing anywhere near him! He wants it dead! It’s unnatural! It doesn’t belong in this world! He can’t tell if it’s fear, disgust, anger, or something else, but it’s there and it’s loud.

While he is “immortal” to a degree, Jacob’s still only just 20 chronologically. Guess that’s young enough. He almost jumps out of his proverbial skin when something snaps right past his ear. Doesn’t even have time to realize it’s Alec’s arrow before the creature in front of him snaps backwards and reels in agony. It’s a picture-perfect replication of any of those movie monsters getting shot in the eye. Not that it stops it from blindly attack…

Like a band of rubber snapping, Jacob blitzes forward. He ducks one swipe of the creature’s claws and instantly goes for its throat, clamping down on the neck. At the same time, Bella—a beautiful brown-haired teenager with golden eyes and only a year older than her husband, Edward—flashes out of the underbrush. Edward follows as split second later and both latch ice-cold hands onto the demon’s front arms/legs. Skin as hard and durable as marble, they squeeze in unison, preventing the creature from digging its claws into the werewolf. That’s really all it takes before the three of them yank, fully intending to rip the demon’s head and arms from its body. If it’s anything like a werewolf or vampire, throat crushing, beheading, and dismembering are very effective ways of neutralizing the threat before they can put it down permanently.