The noise of the pack echoed in Cedric's heart, beating a wild tune of merriment. The entire Syndicate pack was under two strict orders: Cause chaos, get home safe. It went without saying that they weren't going to bite anyone. A colossal undertaking of potions brewing had occurred the month before in order to produce the gallons of Wolf's Bane potion necessary for tonight's shenanigans. All the training and planning and coordinating done during that time had also been geared for the two hours that the wolves were planning on being above ground. For each cell of the pack there was a corresponding human pack keeping track on broomstick or roof running. They were the pack's defense against any Garou tribe in the city that took offense at the invasion or any ministry or wizarding types who got it in their minds to engage with spells rather than run.
All the planning focused on keeping the wolves safe. Not much preparation had gone into his end to keep the roof runners from injury; that was their purview. It hadn't concerned Cedric until one of them fell. Lina.
The black Garou wheeled away from his pack, knowing they'd keep going on their pre-planned route. He had to protect her from the muggles, or kill them all!
A growl rumbled through his chest and became a roar. The glint of gold eyes glared a challenge at the pack of muggles giving chase to his pack. He had to protect Lina. A quick scan found her huddled on a pile of trash bags where she had landed and was not moving. Two agents between him and her...two targets for two mighty swipes of his paws. Before he knew much else, he was crouched protectively over her.
A searing burn in his arm blossomed after the bark of a pistol. Were these fools really shooting him? Ced pinned his ears back and growled at the g-men once more, noticing the sizzle that indicated silver bullets. He'd die here, tonight, for Lina if he needed to. They weren't taking her any other way.