A/N: I know I know I'm a total dumbshit. I was away this weekend and didn't even have the time to send this to my Beta (who's awesome and I'm sorry!) and I promise you guys an update as regular as I can manage from now on. And about the short chapter? I just felt like it had to stay on it's own.

"As the result of current events and the increase in attacks amongst our people as of recent, we are, as of today in battle-"

Robert Pierce announces as he reads from the piece of paper in his hands that are trembling just the slightest. He scans the crowd of his people, young, old, every single one of them.

"We call from ever household of from every clan the eldest or first born to represent his family-"

"No!"

"Lena I don't enjoy this as much as you do but-"

"Exactly, Rob! She's our only baby! She can't go out there! I can't loose both of you! I won't allow it!" Lena Pierce cried out.

"Lena." Mr Lopez says out in a sigh as he hears his wife hiccup back a sob. "I don't want her out there as much as you do. But I'm not going to sit around and watch another one of our people die. For another opportunity for something as awful as what had to the Wage's happen again?"

"So you can stand around to watch our only daughter fight to the death?"

Brittany holds back her tears as she leans against the wall next to the doorway in the kitchen. Her parents have been arguing ever since the decision was made the night Felix Wage's daughter had been found dead. It's late and she had just snuck in after being shooed away by Santana because it was indeed getting really late when she heard her parents arguing in the living room in loud whispers.

The sound of her parents crying silently pushes her over the edge as she leans her head back to rest against the wall and her tears begin to flow. She isn't crying for her fate, she isn't crying out of fear but for breaking her parents' heart, for having to leave them to fight, for worrying them that she may not come back. She cries knowing that she's also doing the exact same thing to Santana.

"For every family with a hunter, trade your skills in for duty and your gun for battle. We will fight this in every form we can, with every skill we own."

"You hold it steady against your shoulder." Brittany says as she adjusts Santana's grip on the shotgun.

"Like this?" She replies in a whisper with a hint of uncertainty coating her tone.

"Relax a little," Santana feels a hot breath down her neck as Brittany moves to stand half behind her. Pale hands coming around to cup the hand gripping the barrel of the gun while the other slides to her waist to rest there, her front practically pressed up against Santana's back.

"You're too tense. The gun's going to recoil and hurt you bad if you try to counter its force." Brittany whisper's quietly into Santana's ear, enjoying the feel of a shudder running down the other girl's body from their close proximity. "You need to relax a little. Take a deep breath and close your eyes."

Santana does as she's told and closes her eyes and takes a deep breath through her nose and exhaling it through her mouth. She feels her shoulders relax and slump a little, the weight and force of the shotgun barely noticeable anymore.

"Good. Now open one eye, aim, take a deep breath and shoot while planting yourself firmly on the ground." Brittany instructs as she takes a step backwards.

Santana calms herself by taking another deep breath. She opens her eyes and looks down the length of the barrel, pass her fingers to the front sight where she see's the blur of the fence with the can sitting squarely on top. She shifts one last time, feeling the stock slide to a more comfortable position on her shoulder before closing one eye and looking pass the gun and to the white can. Santana takes a deep breath and as she releases it, pulls the trigger.

Bam. Right in the centre of the can.

"Oh my God," she says in disbelief as she lowers the gun to look over at a grinning Brittany. "Oh my God!" she says a little louder as she drops the gun and practically launches herself on Brittany, wrapping her legs around her midsection, crashing their lips together.

"That was amazing baby." Was all Brittany could manage as she breaks their kiss to look up adoringly at her lover, both her hands supporting Santana by the thighs.

It was late afternoon at the old barn where Brittany brought Santana to help her with her shooting skills. They had snuck the gun out of the Lopez's gunroom down by her father's office while the Lopez's clan was at training.

Brittany had felt like she needed to keep Santana's mind off her father and brother so she decided to teach her something she could do to help ease her worry.

"For all the mothers in the clans, keep your children safe. Lock your windows and doors and don't give anyone an opportunity to hurt your young or yourself. There isn't a love like a mother's love."

"I have to go." Brittany mumbles against plump, red lips as she tries to get up.

Santana, however, has other plans as she pulls Brittany back down by gripping and pulling on both sides of her unbuttoned shirt. It's late and long after curfew, Brittany just knows her phone is going to go off with either her dad or mom screaming at her to get home soon.

"Baby-" she tries again but falls short as Santana starts sucking and nibbling on her lower lip. Her bare legs are trailing up and down her smooth back right down to the curve of her ass, arms wrapped around a pale neck. Brittany knows she really has to go but just knows she isn't when those said legs move to wrap around her, pushing her hot heat right up against her stomach. Santana grinds herself on Brittany's stomach causing them both to moan at the feel of slick arousal practically coating the taller girl's stomach and Santana's thighs.

Brittany's reserve breaks and she forgets why she even protested to this in the beginning as she moves one of her hands to grip on Santana's thigh, gripping it harder and sliding it down till Santana's pussy is rubbing against her hardening member again.

She lets out a heavy moan, breaking their kiss and resting their foreheads together. Their breaths mingling between them as they start to rock against each other desperately, as though they haven't been doing this all night since coming back from dinner and a movie. She feels her boxers dampening with Santana's arousal, mixed with her own leaking excitement. Her entire body starts to shiver as her member gets erect enough to poke through the little opening between the buttons of her boxers to rub against Santana's slick heat with every thrust.

"Umpf-" Santana mumbles when Brittany bumps against her clit. She grinds up at the same angle to feel it again. Her back arches off involuntarily as her hands grip the sheets beside her.

Brittany feels herself coming undone at the sight of Santana beneath her, arching and offering herself up so willingly to her lover. She doesn't waste the chance as she leans down and collects a stiff nipple between her lips, gently massaging it while brushing her tongue over it. She waits for another appreciative moan from the girl beneath her before she envelops the entire nipple into her mouth, suckling gently while twirling her tongue around the stiff peak.

Pale hands begin to wander to where their bodies are melded together. She plays with the waistband of her boxers, practically seconds away from pulling them down and finishing the deed when a sharp howl is heard from the open the window.

"Shit." Is all Brittany says as she climbs off the bed in search of her pants. The howls have multiplied and she knows immediately that most if not all of her clan is calling for her. "Fuck." She mumbles as she pulls her pants on, hastily buttoning it before proceeding to do the same with her shirt.

A giggle escapes Santana as she lays back, clearly amused with her girlfriend's antics. Brittany turns to the sound just as she's pulling on her shoes. "This isn't funny, San. I was only supposed to bring you out," she said in faux annoyance, the smile she's dawning telling Santana that that was never the actual plan.

"Go before they really come looking for you." Santana says as she swings her legs off the bed, collecting the sheets to wrap around herself. "I don't think my dad would appreciate the entire Pierce clan terrorizing his area at like two in the morning." She says as she grabs Brittany by the ass, her hands slipping into her back pockets as she pushes her towards the window before leaning in for a kiss.

They stay like that for a little, Brittany half out the window but twisted to the side, pressing lips with Santana. Another howl is heard echoing throughout the forest.

"Get home Pierce before I personally bring you home!" Is being yelled from downstairs. They both share a giggle and another parting kiss before Brittany jumps over the ledge and climbs down with the vines heading off home.

"Don't worry daddy she's gone! You can lower the gun!" She jokingly screams towards her door where she knows her father is pressed up against.

Brittany's home in the nick of time, her mom barging out the door with a shotgun at hand, pumping it and ready to go.

"Whoa whoa ma! What you doing with that? I didn't hear any danger calls tonight!" Brittany says a little startled by the sight.

"Brittany Susan Pierce! Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" Her mother practically screams, shaking her shotgun around in emphasis.

"Ma! Calm down I was just out with Puck! We were at the movies! Calm down!"

"You should know better than to be home this late!"

"Sorry mommy." She says sweetly as she walks up the steps of the backdoor passing her mom. "I won't do it again," she says with a devilish tone.

Mrs Pierce turns around, following the sight of her daughter retreating into the house, a scolding at the tip of her tongue when the something red catches her eye.

"Britt what's this?"

Brittany turns around to the sight of her mother holding up what seems to be a red-

"Shit." She mumbles as she recognises immediately.

"Well?"

"It's mine." She says as she snatches the red lacy thong her mother is dangling. Her cheeks are hot, and she's blushing just as bad as Santana's lingerie.

"Uh-huh," Mrs Pierce mumbles mainly to herself as she smiles and shakes her head in amusement.

"For all the experienced, share your knowledge but don't be afraid to learn new things. We've had our days but the kids today are something else. In such times there isn't a place for ranks and pride."

It was a hard swing and she falls backward against the rocks. She hears herself whine but gets back up and is off again. They're doing hard training, literally running into the forest and facing whatever comes at you. And whoever is the one attacking Brittany seems to be enjoying it.

She hears her attacker breathing hard behind the bush. 'He's tired,' she thinks to herself before she decides on a game plan before mentally cursing herself. The realization dawning on her that in a real situation like this she doesn't have the time for a game plan.

Brittany decides to take the risk and sprints forward as fast as she can before stopping abruptly, turning around and bracing herself as she waits for impact. But it never comes; instead the large dark wolf leaps over her and before she knows it she's knocked off her feet with barring teeth and an angry growl on top of her.

She's stunned for a minute before deciding on her next move. Brittany stands on all fours, using all the force in the move to knock her opponent away before turning around and charging at him while he's still in recovery. She pushes him to the ground and sprints off again.

She holds her breath waiting silently for him in the bushes. She took his momentary relapse as an escape route and is now hiding behind a couple of bushes waiting patiently for her attacker to arrive. Her heart is beating too fast, making it terribly hard for her to hold her breath still so she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and listens patiently. Her ears twitch back and forth to the chirping of the birds and the distant sound of other wolves around the forest then-

Snap.

'Wrong move,' she hears herself say before she's in the air, landing on all fours on top of her opponent with her teeth just grazing the skin of a dark neck as her death bite. No training is complete till a death bite is given as a sign of victory.

She gets off the wolf and transforms back to her human form, having already defeat her rival and turns to face him as he transforms back himself.

"That was a good one Mr Lopez." She says, her tone nothing but respectful and confident.

Eduardo has his back to the tall girl and throws a look over his shoulder. Dark brown eyes meet clear blue ones and she see's something she has never seen before in those very dark eyes. He nods his head once in acknowledgement before slowly making his way out of the forest and away from Britt.

It was not very much later when she had Santana on her lap, lips locked and hips thrusting and grinding together did she really find out what exactly did Daddy Lopez think of her today at training.

"I don't know what you did but my dad hasn't stopped talking about you." She says between kisses as she grinds down according to the beat of the song pumping through Brittany's car.

"What?" The blonde mumbles against her lips.

"My dad thinks you did well. Was saying something about wanting you to give pointers to some of our younger wolves." Is all the Britt hears before she's stretching behind Santana to reach the dial to turn the music off. It was coming nine and they both had just been studying at the Pierce's when it started to rain. Brittany was not in any way going to let her girlfriend out in the cold rain so at the end of the night after they've packed their books casually led her to her car wordlessly.

Pale hands come to stop at her slim waist as she gazes up at her lover. Nothing but awe and wonderment coating those deep blue eyes. "Really?"

Santana giggles before nodding happily, her eyes softening into something loving. "He said that you were cunning and sharp during training and literally gave him a run for his money." She says as she tucks a stray blonde hair behind an ear before cupping Brittany's face softly. "He thinks you'll make a great leader one day."

"I'll take that," she says as she leans up to capture plump lips between her own. Without the music the sound of rain outside hitting the windowpane amplified with the soft, heavy breaths emitting from the both of them.

"Whatever you did to impress my dad, thank you." She chuckles before saying seriously. "I think his impression of us is most important to me besides your parents."

"Anytime, baby. Anytime."

"Plus, I'll totally be the hottest first lady ever." Santana says as she lightens the mood again.

"No doubt about that." Brittany says lovingly with an expression to match as they pick off where they left off.

"We don't know what these wolves want. It's not money, nor power they are looking for but for our community to suffer. But we will stand our ground. The very ground our fathers and their fathers have long protected and cultivated! The very land that generations after generations of wolves have grown up on. This is our home! And to death shall we fight for it."

Mr Pierce stares out in the crowd, his chest heaving and the paper long crumpled in his hand. The force of his speech piercing his heart and from the looks of it, everyone else's too. He finds himself wondering if he will see all these faces again when it's over. Whether jeopardizing so many of their kind was worth. His vision then moves to take in his wife, Lena and his heart clenches further knowing what he must be putting her through. Then he looks to his daughter and something catches his eye. Brittany is standing next to her mother, with one hand visible and the other around her back and as he chances a glance behind her, he notices for the first time how close Santana Lopez is standing behind his daughter.

He clears his throat, his mind made up. He feels hot all over and crumples the paper further.

"For we are men of honourable blood. And nothing will stop us fighting to prove ourselves worthy of such privilege."

Robert Pierce will fight for his kind till the very day he dies. He will fight for his community, his clan, his people. He will fight for his wife so that she will always be safe. And he will fight for his daughter. For her opportunity to love another as he has loved his wife, to live life with no regrets and to carry on his bloodline. His daughter, who he knows will make a change. He will fight for his daughter. He will fight for his daughter and her lover.

A/N: For being a douche and giving you such a short chapter, this is what the next one will look like. Well.. part of it. We'll definitely see more progress on training and the development of the rouge wolves and maybe a clue on who they really are. This will disappear once the next chapter is up.

Santana closes her locker with a harsh slam. She knows it isn't really her locker's or well, anybody else's fault but this is killing her.

"Whoa. What the locker ever do to you?" The brunette hears next to her. Recognizing the source of her problems she turns her head and puts on her best glare.

"My locker didn't do anything. In fact neither did my car or my brush or even the shower door but they all got the short end of my wrath." She snaps whilst crossing her arms.

"Really now?" Brittany challenges, a devilish smirk playing on her lips.

"What do you want? Cause I'm going to be late if you don't get out of my way." She says with her don't-mess-with-me tone.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come over last night. My dad needed me in the briefing for the plan tomorrow." Brittany says in a soft, sincere voice. "You should know by now that I'd drop the world for you," she says taking Santana's hands into hers. Thumbs rubbing the other girl's knuckles, "but I still live under the same roof as my parents so you know the ranking is world, parents." Her hands going to different heights to emphasise her point, all the while keeping their fingers very much entwined.

Santana tries her hardest to hold a hard face but finds it incredibly hard to keep it when Brittany's starring at her with that look. The one that makes her feel like she's the only one in the room. Santana knows it's coming and at this point is more than okay with them kissing in public but she still looks around for good measure. She doesn't see anyone in particular giving notice to them but dare not take the risk with so many people around. Their kisses were private, each special and cherished to the fullest. No need to add fuel to fire after their stunt at the party the official news of Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez spread like wildfire.

"You smell amazing."

Santana's head snaps back to Brittany and she's taken aback by the sudden change in the other girl's demeanour. Her once clear blue eyes are now a couple shades grey with her pupils dilated. Her mouth is parted slightly and her breathing shallow. It takes her a minute before she finally gets it. She's aroused.

"Baby you okay?" Santana asks a little uncertainly, Brittany's fingers digging slightly into her skin. She knew she was in heat and that it winds Brittany up just as much but she never thought it would to such an extend. Yeah she was horny but she honestly didn't think Brittany would be able to smell it on her in the middle of school with all her clothes still on.

"Locker room?"

"Squad's in there. Your car?"

"Ummmm I haven't cleaned it since the last time- wait! Got it." Is all Santana has time to catch before she's being lead down the hall out through the yard and into the science block.

Brittany pulls them into an empty classroom and immediately pushes Santana up against the door-