In which a dangerously impulsive Wren Parker falls for the devil in disguise.
OR
The heartless Immortal Hybrid finds himself in a new predicament unlike any he's encountered before.
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Wren had made plans with Tyler to go out to the Grill. She planned to get answers, she knew he had some; even if he wasn't willing to share.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The werewitch was already running late, she had to text Tyler as she got out of bed that she was going to be late. Wren pulled the first things in sight onto her body before cleaning her teeth and leaving the house.
When she arrived she saw the young wolf almost immediately. Not looking where she was going she bumped into a brunette girl who she hadn't seen around before. "Sorry," the girl blurted out.
"No need to be sorry it was my fault," Wren responded as the girl smiled at her.
"I'm Brandy, Brandy Fell." The girl told Wren. Holding her hand out for the werewitch to shake.
"Wren Parker," She responded grabbing the girl's hand.
Wren looked at the girl studying her features before she was rudely snapped back into her senses. "Wren, over here." She heard the Lockwood wolf call out.
"I've got to go, nice meeting you Brandy." Wren told the girl who looked at her understandingly.
"Are you going to the Historical Society's tea party?" Brandy asked her. She was confused about what this was but she had heard Damon and Alaric talking about it earlier as she was getting ready.
"Um, I'm not too sure. I didn't get an invite." Wren told her.
"That's fine, you can be my plus one, seeing as I'm allowed to bring one." Brandy offered as Wren nodded her head.
"Okay, see you there then?" The werewitch asked.
"Yeah," She responded as she turned to leave the Grill.
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She sighed walking towards where Tyler sat to see an angry Caroline storming away from him. "God, you got lady repellant on or something?" She asked the wolf wrinkling up her nose at the smell of him. "You stink." The werewitch told him.
"I will have you know this the smell of a man." He joked at her playfully.
"Well if this is what men smell like, count me out." She responded with a giggle. The pair walked over to the bar to order drinks and talk.
"How did you know about me?" She suddenly changed the topic.
"Well for starters your scent changed, that and the ten people torn apart with every other wolf I know denying it," Tyler responded calmly. "But it's okay, I know people who can help you."
"What you mean like chain me up every full moon?" She asked slightly distressed at the idea of being chained up again.
"Yeah, I mean-" He started before looking back at Wren who had a distressed look on her face.
