𝕿𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍 & 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖜 - [𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗼𝗰𝗸]✓

𝐱𝐢𝐢. the heat of the past

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 - the heat of the past

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 her eyes ahead as she followed close behind Matt, Jessica and Luke on their tail, after all, Liv and Matt were the ones with super senses. As they made their way down a set of stairs the sound of footsteps hit her ears and without much thought she came to a stop and grabbed Matt's arm, stilling him. Jessica, not quite prepared for the abrupt stop had to grasp her friend's shoulders in order to not send them all to the ground. "What is it?" The P.I questioned her partner in crime.

"We aren't alone."

"How many?" Luke questioned the pair upfront as they listened intently.

Matt was the first to respond, turning his head slightly. "Three. Armed."

"Just three?"

"Not just any three," Matt concluded as he finished making his way down the steps.

Olivia's eyes flickered to the door on the other side of the room, it was the only way out so they had no choice but to fight. She drifted her eyes round the room, two cars and a load of cinderblocks that littered the ground, they could be useful.

The wolf clicked her neck as she hopped off the stairs, taking slow steps until she joined Matt's side, Jessica and Luke joining them straight after. The Hale observed the opponents opposite them and something inside of her stirred as she made eye contact with the eldest; the only woman. Olivia knew her, she just didn't know how.

Matt's face remained stoic; a small twitch of anger visible at the corner of his lips as he spoke in a low, threatening tone that might just have made the wolf shiver, that is, if she hadn't of known what adorable doe brown eyes rested beneath his red mask. "We're here for Danny Rand."

The woman in the middle of the two men cocked her head lightly as she leaned on her cane. She had an air of authority about her, as did her voice; calm and strong. "The Iron Fist belongs to us."

Olivia chuckled as she felt her claws begin to make an appearance. "We're not leaving until we have Danny."

The wolf rose a brow as one of the men withdrew a sword, did everybody use swords nowadays? Was she the only one not to get the memo that they were no longer in Hell's Kitchen, but rather in Westeros?

The man lowered his sword into a fighting stance, slowly, dramatically as he smirked. "Then I guess you're not leaving."

That was all it took for everybody to get into their own 'Fighting stances'. Olivia lowered herself slightly, knees bent as she willed her wolf side to come out and play. Her claws grew longer as her teeth grew sharper and slowly but surely, her face morphed, half beast, half human.