(As written by Script, Sentry, and Knosis)
Rowan arrived panting, having not stopped the entire time. He could hear the angry beast inside, but knew it wasn't Jason. He would have to deal with whatever 'it' was later.
The black wolf circled the warehouse, looking to see if Felix was hiding on the outside, until he came by the hole in the side of the warehouse, Jason's scent heading away from it.
The giant wolf stopped, taking a deep breath, raised his large black head and released a guttural howl into the night. It most likely wouldn't signal Jason, but Felix would either come out of hiding or let him know where he was. He didn't wait further. The giant wolf took off once again, following the scent trail Jason left behind, heading towards the city.
As soon as he heard the sound, Felix came sprinting from his alley, shifting as swiftly as he could to keep up with Rowan. His form was hardly more than a large dog, but he was always known as the swift one. In a matter of seconds, he caught up with Rowan, growling in recognition.
Jason's trail was anything but difficult to follow. It seemed that the rampaging werewolf had little regard for any obstacle so minor as walls, cars or buildings, and had charged headlong through several of each in his flight, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. By the time the other Scions caught up with him, they'd crossed into Fontainebleu.
The hulking beast that was Jason had come to a panting halt in the road, the adrenaline that had fueled his mindless rampage beginning to dwindle. His eyes were burning with an intense ruby light, and unnaturally vibrant blood dripped from a partially healed wound in his side to sizzle angrily on the concrete. That the wound was unhealed told of how much punishment Jason had taken in his brawl. His body simply hadn't the energy left to keep patching him up.
At Rowan and the others' approach, he rounded on them with a snarl, rearing up to his full height - over ten feet by a notable margin. There was no immediate recognition in his eyes, but it was clear that there was little bite remaining behind the posturing. Even as he rose, there was hesitation as the wound was agitated by the motion, and his oversized maw curled into a pained grimace.
Rowan stopped just short of Jason's hulking form, raising his head and tail in full alert. A low, blood curdling growl rumbled from the wolf's chest, demanding Jason to back down and show submission. Every hair on his body was standing to end. He was not as big as Jason, but there were few that even dared to stand in Jason's path as he's shifted. And Rowan was one of them.
Rowan knew Jason didn't have much fight in him. He was tired and badly wounded to boot, but Rowan also knew how unpredicable he could be in this state.
At Rowan's heel, Rachelle kept her distance, ready to offer support if needed. There was little she could do to even slow Jason down under most circumstances, but if necessary, she could at least distract him.
Jason gave a defensive snarl at Rowan's approach, tossing his head defiantly and flexing his claws. He stared down the Scion alpha without fear, despite his wounded state, maw twitching as though ready to lunge at any moment. But Rowan's scent had found his nose, and it gave him pause, filtering slowly through into the conscious part of his brain. It kept him at bay, though it had yet to reach him enough to bring him under control.
But there would be no need for that, tonight. As the adrenaline continued to fade from him, Jason's knees buckled, and he went down like a ton of bricks. As he did, his body began to shrink and contort itself back into his human form, and after a short while, the wolf had retreated fully. Jason was left passed out in the road with four still-healing gouges in his side from the final wound Nox had inflicted on him, and pale from blood loss.
As soon as Rowan saw Jason fall, he began to shift back as well. He walked to his side, his glowing blue hues studying over the wounds that were slowly healing. He had taken a beating. What in hell could have done this?
"Get me something to stop the blood for now." Rowan barked at the Felix. He would get his answers, but for now, he needed to make sure Jason didn't keel over first.
As Felix turned, he ripped off the patches of clothing he hadn't bothered to remove when he was turning before. He skidded toward Jason and clumped the clothing in his hands. "This'll work for now. It's all I got," he told Rowan.
Rowan took the shirt, ripping it in half as best he could manage, followed by Felix's pants in half as well. He took what he could and shoved the bundles onto two of the wounds and held pressure. "Felix, hold pressure on the other two as best you can. We need to make sure he doesn't bleed out before his body can regenerate." He grumbled. His mind was spinning.
"Rachelle, get us transportation. I don't care how, just make it quick."
"Felix, while we're here holding your friend's guts in place, what the fuck happened?" He growled.
"On it," Rachelle replied, having shifted back while the others were moving to tend to Jason's wounds. She darted off down the street, and ducked into the first open building: a kebab shop with a teenager behind the counter who practically went bug-eyed as the naked woman ran in and made a beeline for the shop's phone, barking at him to stay where he was.
Felix's hands shook as he pressed onto the wound. "There was this... guy. This fucking giant. Called himself... Caerulium... something, the name was long as shit. Came into the warehouse when we were fighting some other guys... it was a goddamn mess! I didn't think anyone could do this kind of damage to Jason! it was just... fuck, just brutal. I've never seen anything like it!"
The very hairs on Rowan's neck and arms stood on end as the realization of the name Felix had uttered. Something feral seemed to rise up in him, something long forgotten. For the briefest of seconds, the thing rose up to his expression, the slightest change in his eyes. And in that same instant, it was gone again. At least, in front of his men. His eyes were glowing brightly as he kept his eyes focused on Felix.
Calmly, his next words were eerily smooth, the rage in his voice but a trace of its former self. "What did he want?"
