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Bree gave Ashton a disapproving look when she saw he had moved a few inches farther away from the door than where she had left him. "I'm helping you; why do you keep trying to run away?" she asked with only a slightly amused smirk as she once again bent down to pick him up. The second time was harder, her muscles already sore from the run through town and the walk to her house. This time, she gripped him more firmly and comfortably by wrapping her arm around his back instead of awkwardly around his stomach. Once inside, she gently kicked the door closed, careful to keep it quiet as possible. The last thing she needed was for her parents to wake up and find her sneaking a guy into the house, especially a bleeding one that she wanted to use magic on to heal.

The carpeted stairs luckily muffled their footsteps as Bree helped bring Ashton to the second-floor where her bedroom was located. Not daring to attempt carrying him up the rickety stairs of the attic, Bree took him into the guest room which was closer to the stairs and a shorter walk then her own room. All she really cared about was setting him down as soon as possible so she could fetch the spell book.

She brought him to the bed, covered in only a simple gray sheet with a multitude of holes in it since no one had been a guest at the Flynn house since the witch accusations. She tried to place him there gently, but ended up just allowing him to free-fall on to the mattress. "Sorry," she said quickly, before he even landed, just in case he hit a sensitive spot. "Just hold on," she mumbled, nearly sprinting out of the room and grabbing the knob of the attic door. She yanked it, but the door did not bust open. She jiggled the handle a few more desperate times, still not allowing it to sink in that her parents had locked the only room in the house where magic could still be found. She cursed under her breathe as she tried again just to make sure, her tone remaning a whisper but her four-letter words escalating in vulgarity, starting with 'c', going to 'd', heading to 's', and ending in a final, frustrated 'f'.

Taking a moment to calm her flaming anger before she attacked the door with a chair, she slowly walked back into the guest room. "Okay," she started, putting on a weary smile. "I, um, can't get exactly what you need, but I think I can still help." She sat beside him on the bed, breathing deeply and digging into her memory. All a good spell needed was identification of the object and a command for it to follow. Her gaelic was a little rusty due to little use, but she remembered a few, regrettably generic things. She quickly came up with something to say, sent a prayer to the gods that this would work, then raised her hand just above the wound.

Even in the lamp light, all she could really make out was a lot of blood and tears in his shirt, which only caused her to pray for success even more. "Now, don't freak out," she told him, knowing how freaky magic could be to someone not familiar with the supernatural. A though passed her mind that maybe after this, Ashton would turn her in. It was a possibility that should have crossed her mind long before she brought him into her home, but she just hoped that he would be grateful enough that she saved his life to not drop her off at a reserve as soon as he could walk on his own again.

"Rud diobhalach suas," Bree said quietly but clearly, not wanting to scare Ashton even more by speaking strange words at him but also not wanting to accidentally take off his arm instead of removing whatever caused his wound. Bree bit her lip in anticipation as a second went by before something small flew out of Ashton's skin and shot up over Bree's head, hitting her index finger on the way up. A sharp sting from the contact caused Bree to jump back more in surprise than pain, but her movement caused her to fall off the bed and crash to the floor, the object clinking against the night stand as it bounced from the wood to the floor behind the headboard.

Ooc:// Whoa, where did this inspiration come from? I had to stop myself from continuing on.

OOC: Lol, totally alright! Heheh, the longer the better!

Ashton felt the pain flare up as Bree brought him up the stairs and let him go a bit too early onto what appeared to be a guest bed. He grunted softly, for thankfully the cushion of the mattress masked some of the possible hurt. The vampire didn't know what else to do other than lie there as the girl just vanished, going out of the room. He could hear the goings on, but he was confused as to why she was so desperate to get into the floor higher up - which he could only assume was the attic.

When she came back, announcing what he knew to be her failure to get what she needed, he raised an eyebrow when she sat next to him on the mattress. He didn't bother turning his head, as he noticed from the corner of his eyes that she was placing a hand just above his shoulder wound. His eyes widened in disbelief as he realized what she was doing, and despite her telling him to not 'freak out', he was on the verge of cardiac arrest simply from the shock. he should have known this girl was a witch! Of course... witches were always harder to detect than his own kind and the werewolves, but still... you would think supernatural beings would be able to sense each other.

Either way, he still worried somewhere in the back of his mind that she would turn him in somehow, and he knew now that perhaps she was thinking the same of him. Maybe they would be able to avoid such things by not turning in either of them. He'd keep her secret safe so long as she kept his safe as well. As he stared at her hand, however, his heart racing slightly on account of the fact that most of the witches he'd met in the past had never been very friendly towards him.

The bullet suddenly went flying towards the counter nearby, proceeding to clank on the floor just as Bree fell to it as well. Ashton winced as it flew out, as well as from the sound it made when it hit. He couldn't see whether it was visible or not, but pretty much anyone could decipher the difference between the sound of metal on wood and wood on wood. He chuckled, half out of nervousness and half out of habit. "So, a witch huh?"

Bree stayed perfectly still after she landed on the floor, counting the seconds as they went by, thankful that her crash-landing didn't wake up her parents. "Yeah," she said, answering Ashton's question hesitantly. He was rather calm for just witnessing magic first-hand; she'd only done magic in front of one other person before, and she had run crying from the room before being treated by one of her mother's infamous memory potions.

Unsure if she wanted to deepen the conversation about her witchcraft, Bree distracted herself by examining her still stinging finger. She squeezed at the skin, noticing that there seemed to be something stuck there, something that resembled a splinter.

She blinked at the miniature piece of wood for much too long, slowly putting together the logic of the situation. Wooden objects caused splinters, the bullet had lodged a rather nasty splinter in her skin, which could only mean...

"Was that a wooden bullet?" she finally asked, her voice cautious but not as frightened as she probably would have been if she also remembered that vampires were often very 'thirsty' after dire injuries, and a wooden bullet was about as damaging as a vampire could get. Bree stared at Ashton, noticing the signs that she hadn't even been looking for beforehand: the dark, reddish look streaking through the whites of his eyes; the too flawlessly clear skin to be human; and especially the charm around his neck that was giving of magical vibes that tingled her fingertips, a sensation she would have picked up on earlier if she had a even one perceptive bone in her body.

Not wanting to make the situation anymore uncomfortable by looking at him for too long, Bree glanced away from Ashton, distracting herself by picking at the splinter and pulling out the piece of wood as this new information sunk in. Well, at least she wasn't worried about him turning her into the local authorities anymore. With only a speck of blood to show for the injury, Bree quickly whipped the drop on the collar her shirt before looking back at Ashton. Attempting to mirror his casual tone, she said, "Uh, so... er, a vampire, huh?"

Ashton blinked, despite everything, not having expected Bree to guess so fast that it was a wooden bullet that had been lodged in his shoulder. He managed to sit up slowly, gritting his teeth as he did so and putting a hand over his wound in an attempt to let the wound close properly now that the remnants of the bullet were no longer present there. He looked down at her as she asked a question in response. He nodded, unable to say much of anything else as he suddenly became distracted by her motions. As she wiped the blood of her finger off on her collar, Ashton found it too difficult to restrain himself fully.

It was clear that his body wished for him to lunge at her, to rip her veins open and taste the sweet gush of blood. As it was, his fangs had extended beyond his lips, and he had to turn away from the smell, closing his eyes, to keep himself under control. He'd been alive a long time, and he'd learned some amount of self-control in that period of years. Though, to be fair, he'd never had to deal with the abuse that came with the humans' knowledge of supernatural creatures. Those memories, however, allowed him to force his physical needs out of the way for the present moment, and he somehow managed to retract his fangs and look back at Bree.

"I assume you've never been to the reserves," he said tiredly, as if he had just run a marathon but seemed only barely winded. "You sort of lack caution," he noted, remembering how she so easily was willing to help a complete stranger. "In any case... I suppose I should be thankful. Otherwise, I'd probably be on my way back by now..."

Bree ducked her head sheepishly when Ashton spoke, used to being scolded for not thinking through her actions. How many times had she been told to be more careful, use some caution, think before doing? It'd been a while since she'd been given that lecture by her parents. After all, she had attempted to be more intelligent in her decision-making after almost being caught my the authorities as a witch. Now her rash actions had her sitting in a room with a guy who she was thankful to have found out was a vampire. What would she have done if he had actually been human and ran to the nearest authorities to turn her in? She'd heard awful things about the reserves; she doubted she'd be able to survive there. She nodded her head in confirmation to Ashton's words.

Then, her head snapped up as soon as he mentioned his fear of going back to the reserves. "You've been there?" she asked, her green eyes wide. She looked like a child being told a ghost story, sitting on the ground with her legs bent in front of her chest and staring up at the boy sitting high above her on the bed. Her parents did well to mention the reserves as often as possible in the early days of the revelation, reminding her that there were starving witches behind the fence when she threw away even a crumb of food or mentioning the dull and shabby uniforms of those in the reserves each time she complained even slightly about an outfit.

It'd always seemed like a dream or a scary story; don't peek into the fence or the monsters might get you. Bree often forgot that there were people just like her inside, and she also never thought about the vampires and the werewolves there. It was easier not to think about how all of them were normal humans at some earlier point in their lives, and then they were locked away after someone else changed them into... not monsteres, just creatures who were different from the rest, just like herself. "What was it like?" she asked, not able to hold back her curiosity even though Ashton probably didn't want to talk about his experience.

Ashton nodded solemnly, recalling his months at the reserves with no happiness. "Yeah, I've been there..." he said quietly, the icy blue orbs which took place as his eyes beginning to take on a far away look. Though in normal circumstances, he would have kept his mouth shut, for some reason, he felt comfortable enough - and possibly weak enough both physically and mentally - to tell some of his story. "It's... I'd say it's hell on earth, but that does seem a bit cliche, doesn't it?" He chuckled darkly, the pain from earlier memories clear in the sound, though he didn't notice it escaped him.

"All day... surrounded by four blank walls and nothing but your memories to entertain you. And for almost all of us those aren't very happy things to think of. They take you, sometimes... and you enjoy it because you get to see the sun or the moon, but then it turns sour when you realize it's not to have any fun. They've tortured the others... me as well. They try to learn more about us. As if what they know already won't ever be sufficient." He paused, scoffing. "Humans. I never thought of it before, but how they long to grasp and destroy anything they come in contact with that's just the slightest bit different. They treated us like dogs. And though for the werewolves that wasn't really too much of a stretch, it was cruel nonetheless."

He looked down at Bree, as if seeing her for the first time. He didn't say anything more for a few moments, but after a heavy breath, he found the strength to continue. "Anyone who tried to escape was punished by a slow and painful death. No one had ever made it past the first set of guards. And then, to make sure no one else got any ideas, the rest would be punished too. Not killed, of course, but there were many times we felt as if dying would be better. They gave us only enough sustenance to cling onto life. But for each species, things were different. Sometimes, there'd be what the guards would call 'contests'. A werewolf would be pitted against a vampire. A vampire against a witch. And anything in between. Then whoever managed to stay alive would be given a few more crumbs of nutrition and their life as gifts... No one had ever escaped because they wanted so badly to be free that they couldn't wait for the right time. There were either large enough groups that they'd be spotted immediately and gunned down by the first set of guards, or only one who could not hope to stand their ground alone. I only managed to get out because I reluctantly allied myself with a werewolf. It was just us two, but we managed to escape. Though, I fear, not unnoticed." He looked to his shoulder wound, which was finally beginning to heal.

Bree's wide green eyes stared at Asher for only the first few sentences before she had to look away, feeling a twinge of guilt for brushing off the reserves so many times in order to justify her risky actions in the past. To think that there was torture and killing going on behind those fences while Bree was in her home, moping over her loss of magic. Meanwhile, witches and vampires and werewolves were nearly starving.

When Asher finished, Bree wasn't sure what she should say. 'Sorry' didn't seem good enough, but what else was someone supposed to say in this type of situation? "That sounds awful," she muttered, knowing full well that this was something Asher was completely aware of but having nothing else to say. Then, she remembered that he had mentioned escaping with someone. "So where's the werewolf you escaped with?" she asked, hoping that he hadn't died on the way out.

Ashton nodded, though he wasn't going to say anything cliche like "Yeah, it was..." or something along those lines. Instead he kept silent, looking towards Bree and wondering how he managed to say so much about what happened without pausing to think about whether she could still implicate him. For all he knew, she'd give him up to save her own skin. Witches never were very fond of vampires to begin with. He, especially, tended to get along poorly with every single one he'd ever met up until now. A sigh escaped him before he forgot these thoughts for now and instead listened to the witch beside him.

"The werewolf?" he asked. "Oh, he's wandering somewhere... I told him I'd find him again when the coast was clear." He paused, and then explained, "We thought you were some random human, so I sent him away. Then I could wing it, and if all else failed, I'd kill myself before they could take me back." That thought from before crossed Ashton's mind. His eyes, then, suddenly took on a menacing glint as he stood up shakily at first but recovered in a flash. "If you so much as hint to a single human being that either the werewolf or I are of supernatural origin, I swear to you I will not hesitate to slaughter every single person you've ever cared about and then leave you to suffer eternal misery by their corpses. Understood?" His eyes seemed to protrude with defensive aggression, as if every single time he'd ever trusted someone, it'd turned sour and he'd had to suffer the consequences. Well, it seemed that was true. And he wasn't about to let it happen again.

"If you're a true ally, then I'm sure we'll get by just fine. We can even help protect each other if need be. But I need to know I can trust you first."

Bree stood up in shock from the severity and sincerity of his words. She placed her hands on her hips and said, "Okay, Mister Melodrama. Quit with the threats and think about it; would I really turn you in after what I did to help you? You could turn me in just as easily." Bree paused to collect herself and tune down the defensiveness in her voice. "Besides, even if I was just a human, I would be a completely evil, sadistic one to want to send you back to the reserves after your sob story."

After a moment, Bree's words reached her ears, and she bite her lip at how condescending her last statement was. "Sorry," she muttered, attempting to make up for her choice of words. "That came out really... insensitive. I just meant... after hearing about all that happened... and I guess... I just wanted to say... you can trust me and... I tend to say the wrong thing... a lot...um... So what do we do now?" Bree quickly changed the subject to cut herself off from rambling. As her usual habit, as her blur of sentences ran together, making less and less sense, she had begun to pace about the room, ending near the door. She leaned against the frame and faced Ashton again, finally looking a them directly since her 'sob story' comment.

"I mean, what happens next? Did you make any plans for after you got passed the fence? Where do you go now? Y-you can't stay here; my parents will find out in a heartbeat and they will turn you if they figure out what you are."

Ashton's eyes took on a hurt he hadn't felt for quite some time now. True hurt. Anger crossed those eyes along with the pain that suddenly entered them. The vampire turned away from the witch, hearing her worse but refusing to answer them. When she finally finished, he sat down on the bed beside him and without looking to her, he said, "Then let them." A pause, and then, "Everyone I've ever cared about or loved is either dead, missing, or a traitor. Quite frankly, Bree, I'm tired of living. I guess I just wanted to escape to prove I could. To die a death that meant something rather than going out under the hands of people I know I hold more morals than. And that? That's saying something. Because it's been too long. My heart's gone cold. And I don't care anymore. So will you do me a favor? Could you please... just find the werewolf. His name is Zac Chase. Find him and make sure he's okay. The idiot probably wouldn't last a day on his own; he trusts too easily."

A dark chuckle escaped him as he closed his eyes, thinking of how blissful death might be after so much pain. "Thank you for what you did, but... turns out it was for nothing... Sorry about that."

A tidal wave of guilt crashed into Bree, the constant up-turn of her lips drawing down into a definite frown rarely seen on her face. She muttered a vulgarity beneath her breathe, unable to shake the feeling that she had caused Ashton to sink deep into some sort of depression that he apparently had been suffering from for a long time. She remained speechless for only a moment, attempting to gather her thoughts into some sort of aspiring or at least comforting speech, but when nothing came to mind, she decided to wing it.

She took a seat beside Ashton, not close enough to even brush shoulders in case the contact caused him to really go over the edge but not far enough away that she had to speak loudly to be heard. Then again, he was a vampire; volume didn't really matter. "Look, don't... I mean... I guess... And you..." She sighed at her incompetence to sting a simple sentence together. Gathering up whatever little sensibility she had in her, she drew in a deep breath before starting again.

"I'm not going to find that stupid werewolf for you. First off because I doubt I'd be able to track him down or recognize him or entice him into talking with him. And secondly because... well, because it can only get better from here, so you might as well stick around to see it."

Bree paused, mulling over her casual tone. She wasn't any good at this deep, emotional crap. "I'm not exactly the best when it comes to words... obviously. And, honestly, I have no clue what I'm trying to say, let alone how to say it. But you are going to find your pet wolf and... I don't care what after that, but I am not tying up your loose ends. I don't even know you. And that's not where I wanted to go with this...

"It's just, the way I look at it, you spent all sorts of time and energy into getting out of the reserves. Why go back so willingly? You got what you wanted, so enjoy it. Besides, it sounds like you had at least a teensy bit of good luck on your side. Whether thats a god or, or fate or... whatever, maybe you were meant to live. It's been a long time since a vampire, or a werewolf, has been outside the fences. Maybe if you live out here peacefully and whatnot for a little while, then tell someone about it, maybe the fences wouldn't exist at all. I understand if you don't care about yourself, but don't you care about the lives you could possibly save?"

Ashton heard the witch's words and risked glancing at her with those icy blue eyes of his. The ones that could seem to either shoot you down dead or pierce right through you with a powerful sort of aura. The vampire was scrutinizing her words, checking her heart beat by listening to it. Looking for any signs of doubt, but there were none. He breathed deeply, the messy blond hair atop his head adding to his wayward appearance. As if the slightest bad action could invoke the dangerous counterparts he hid under the surface.

"Can only get better, huh?" he repeated, scoffing towards the end. "That's what they always say..." he breathed, but he listened to the rest of her words without interrupting them again. When she was finished, he sighed, running his hands through his hair in a tired motion. When he spoke, his tone was considerably calmer. He had accepted his death only moments ago, wanted to die, actually. Perhaps there was something in living, but... "When you put it that way, it almost makes me want to survive." He paused, narrowing his eyes as if he was in some far off and distant place.

Continuing after a few moments, Ashton said, "You're right, we don't know each other. Which is why I didn't trust you initially. But I suppose the fact is that you're too brutally honest to be hiding anything. Or at least anything that concerns betrayal. I hope..." He trailed off, not knowing what else to say. When he realized what he forgot to mention, he added, "I doubt we'll tell anyone else about this, unless they're of supernatural origin. And even then it's a huge risk. The humans will never stop, no matter how peaceful we may be. After all, look at how this all started. We've been living in harmony for centuries now, and as soon as they find something wrong with their perfect society, they throw whatever the 'problem' is into places of death. The humans never forgive what isn't perfectly molded to their own rules. Anything that's different is cast out. And that bit has nothing to do with the supernatural. It's simply human nature. I haven't forgotten, as much as I'd like to."

He got up slowly, looking towards the door. Making sure his wound was finally healed, Ashton nodded towards Bree. "Thanks for your help. I suppose I shouldn't put your hard work and morals to waste, so I'll stay alive for the time being. If you'd like to come with me to meet the werewolf, so we don't have a spat later on, that would be best. If not, I'll just leave you to your..." He looked around the room. "Devices."

Feeling rather self-accomplished at pulling Ashton away from the cliff jump in his mind, Bree continued to sit on the bed with a grin on her face as Ashton took his time standing up. "You never know until you try," she sing-songed as she leapt up from the bed, her normal cheery demeanor returning in it's fullest form.

"My devices are pretty boring at the moment, so it would probably be in the best interest of my curiosity to meet this werewolf friend of yours. But remember to be quiet," she added, her voice hushing to a harsh whisper. "It's a small miracle that my parents didn't run up here when I fell off the bed. We'll have to go out the back door, the one you came in through." She paused as she remembered carrying him up and glanced down at her shirt which was still covered in his nearly black blood. "Just wait one second."

She hurried out of the guest room and into her own bedroom, yanking the stained shirt over her head before she even passed under the doorway. She dumped the ruined cotton in the very back of her closet, making a mental note to throw it away, or better, burn it, at a later time. Then she tossed on a a hoodie and a pair of long sweat pants. Preferably, she would have also slipped on a pair of tennis shows, but all of her pairs, including the ones she had worn today, were downstairs. It was too much of a risk, so she instead settled for a pair of old flip flops that she had already put away for the year.

Thinking of Ashton's torn and bloodied clothing as well, Bree stopped at the hall closet just outside the guest room. Her father often stored his around-the-house attire inside so he could easily change from his office wear before heading into his upstairs den for the evening. Although her father wasn't a particular obese man, he preferred his casual clothes baggy and at least one size too big. She grabbed the first t-shirt and jeans she laid her hands on, not even bothering to search for something that might actually fit the boy in the next room. Luckily, her father had left his most recent belt hanging on the closet door handle, so at least the denim wouldn't be at risk for falling off of Ashton.

She reentered the guest room with the clothes in hand, holding them out for the vampire. "Thought you might want to change into something a little less... covered in body fluids and dirt." She waited a moment then added, "I'll, uh, just wait outside." She stepped out of the room to give him some privacy to strip away the reservation clothes.

Ashton nodded, smiling faintly. "Quiet is my specialty," he whispered in an amused tone before she exited the room. He could hear her rifling through a closet, most likely her own. He decided to tune his ears out then and wait. After all, he didn't want to be rude, now did he? Upon her arrival back, he stared for a few moments at the clothes she offered him. He hadn't been expecting that, to be honest. He took them gratefully, though he made a note to go get some new clothes to wear later. These were a bit too big to become daily wear. For now they were temporary until he found time to settle down in this city again.

"Thanks," he murmured before changing quickly and soon afterwards ending up besides Bree. The bloody and torn clothes he had previously been wearing were in his hands. He planned to burn them as soon as possible. Touching his necklace with his other hand, he sighed softly. That was the only thing they hadn't taken from him, because they thought it was pointless and worth no real value. Thank god... It was the only reason he hadn't burned alive at this point. In the reserves, the vampires were kept indoors during the day time for obvious reasons. They were only ever shown the outside during the night. So they never found out that his trinket was actually worth its weight in gold to vampires.

"You ready?" he asked her with a small smirk.



Zac wasn't sure where he planned on going. Ashton had said to stay put and in the area so he could find him again. Somehow, the werewolf always had a habit of detouring from others' instructions. The only time he hadn't was during his and the vampire's escape, thank goodness. He was beyond thankful to get out of that place. It was awful. And he had never hurt anyone purposely in his life; it pained him to think how much the humans wanted the entire supernatural races eliminated or worse - tortured. Whether it was to death, for information, or simply just for fun and entertainment.

But right now, that wasn't his concern. He was still thankful, of course, but at the moment the werewolf found himself following a very peculiar scent. He wasn't sure why he was being dumb enough to follow it, but all he could do at this point was keep going. Eventually he found himself in front of a pretty isolated house. He tilted his head once he reached it, noticing through the window a girl. She seemed to be removing a hoodie, throwing it away from herself and relaxing as if from an exhausting day. Zac's eyes roamed the rest of the house through the window, taking in its various features.

He knew he shouldn't be snooping, but for some reason a scent had led him here. And his curiosity always was the killer in him.

Bree leaned against the hall wall for only a moment before Ashton was at her side again. She jumped a little in surprise, knowing it would take some time for her to get used to his quick movements. "Yeah, of course," she said, removing herself from the wall and quickly walking down the stairs, flip flops in her hands in order to make the least amount of noise as possible.

Slowly, she stepped down from the last carpeted step and onto hard-wood flooring, moving even slower across the hall towards the back door. If her parents were deeply asleep, she doubted they would hear the door open and shut from all the way across the house, but Bree was still worried that they had partially woken up from her earlier fall. Barely moving the handle at all, Bree cautiously turned the knob and opened the door with minimal creaks. She tiptoed outside, holding the door open for Ashton, then quietly closing it again.

She slipped on her shoes before looking up at Ashton. She asked, still whispering, "Which way now?"



Luna closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to descend as quickly as possible, but then a new scent reached her nose. She was used to smelling all sorts of things at night with the majority of windows being minimally intact. Those at the front of the house were worst off since the fire that had caused the abandonment of the home was mostly in the living room. The second story was floorless and stairless after the flames and the heat had burst all the windows and the front door. The door frame had been boarded closed, but the wood had been worn and could be snapped in half at a mere touch. Normally, though, the scents consisted of raccoons, bats, and garbage.

Not a person.

Her eyes burst open when she recognized the scent as a being instead of an animal, and her irises were already gold with tension. She snapped her neck to glare out the window at the boy staring through the glassless window. She immediately picked herself up into a rigid sitting position, ready to pounce and kill the male, but then the scent of wolf hit her nostrils. She was both relieved and irritated that he turned out to be a werewolf. He wouldn't turn her in, but now she couldn't kill him without a loud and noticeable fight.

She continued to stare at him with menacing gold eyes and fanged teeth slightly bared. She hoped her would be wise enough to leave her alone and head in the other direction. Then again, it was rare to find another werewolf outside of the reserves, so she knew that curiosity would most likely lead him closer to her than farther away.

She really hoped her was cowardly enough to walk away.