HOWL: UNCHAINED (rewritten)

6 - Familiar Faces

--No One's Pov--

Billie slowly comes to, immense pain radiating through her body as she tries to shift around. Her eyes open just enough to see someone standing over her, wrapping her arm up in a thick bandage, a faint smell of burning wood filling her nostrils as she breathes in deeply.

Opening her eyes further, she notices the figure is a man.She quickly sits up, fangs baring down at the mysterious man as a warning growl escapes.

He puts his hands up slowly, "easy now."

She winces when she tries to move away, the man ushering her to lay back down to rest. He reached out to guide her back down only for her to pull back with another growl. She inhaled again, catching a somewhat familiar scent, making sure to keep her eyes on him.

"I know you're hesitant, probably scared, but you have nothing to worry about," he reassures.

The sound of footsteps catches her ears. They weren't alone. She turns her gaze to the open door to a bedroom when she sees a teenage boy walk in carrying a bowl.

"She's awake?" The boy asks.

"Yeah and I feel I may have scared her."

"Oh," he walks in carefully and sits the bowl down on a table next to the bed she was laying in. He stares at her for a moment, sighing at the sight of yellow eyes before backing up.

"Where am I? Who are you?" She asks, her throat hurting. She brings a hand to it and swallows, trying to relieve the discomfort.

The man reaches for a glass of water and holds it out for her to take, "you're in my cabin. My son and I found you. You wrecked your car."

She cautiously takes the glass, eyeing both of them as she speaks, "I suppose I already know why you didn't take me to a hospital." She asks before taking a sip.

"What do you mean?"

She shakes her head, "surely the sight of a nearly healed woman with glowing eyes and fangs would shock anybody, you can trust me on that. Which means you're either working for the Nightwatch, you know of our existence or you're wolves as well -" she takes a second before asking "- so which is it?"

The man smiles and nods, "we're, um, on the same page, Billie."

She brought the glass down, shaking her head as she asked, "how do you know my name?"

"Well, you were very little when I last saw you so you wouldn't remember me," he sighs, "but surely you've heard the stories of me and my wife."

She inhaled again, taking a second to really focus on the familiar scent, the tension in her body leaving when she recognized it. She looked at him eyes wide, "you're Tony Bailey."

"Indeed I am. And you are lucky we found you and not hunters."

She looked around as much as she could, last night's events nearly erased from memory. How did she even get here? No, the better question was how did she crash her car?

"When we found you," he continued, "you were passed out and you said something that I didn't quite make out."

"How bad was the wreck?"

"Your car is totaled," the son says as he adjusts his glasses. She sighs, closing her eyes as she shakes her head. How could she have been so reckless?

"Shit."

Tony nods, "do you remember what happened?"

"Not really. I saw something when I was downtown and I keep hearing those fucking people. I don't know what happened."