After Peter leaves she gets dressed finds herself going down stairs. Peter walk in from outside. God your still here? Go away. No one wants you here. She thought sucking her teeth. The brown haird blue eyed man hands her a note.
Note:
For you and your happiness, you deserve it all and then some, you deserve what ever you have ever dreamed of, and more.
Your Admirer.
She walks outside to see a black dodge Hennessy. Has to be Mick, trying to get back on my good graces. she thinks to herself. "Nice, who's it from?" Peter asks as she goes to walks back inside. "Doesn't matter I'm going to giving it back." Peter starts to laugh, "Wait, you don't even know who it's from. Huha, well whoever it is, knows you." She stops on the front steps, "What makes you say that?" "Well first you like a good mystery, second you like nice cars and that's what is." she walks into the house and looks around.
Derik comes out of the kitchen, rag in hand. "Hey how did you sleep?" He layes the rag down on a table in the living room. "Okay thanks." "Shadow wanna talk about last night?" Oh my mother not this, I don't want to have conversations. "It's nothing we're good." she spate out well going to move for the kitchen but not before Peter walks in. "Is it from Mick?" Shit! "I don't know." she says abruptly. "Is what from Mick?!" Derik ask frustration can be heard in his voice. He never liked age older male.
This is not going to happen. "I'm going to bed." All this time asleep can not be healthy, she walks back the way she came and back up the stairs. She moves on to the roof out of boredom, watching the sky, she watches as clouds turn into stars and the sun into a silver of moon. "I'll go for a walk." she jumps off the roof and starts to walk down the dirt road that leads to the centenary. Maybe Derek was right maybe a run would do me good.
She would jump over hedges and into the darkness. Feet barley making any sound as she landed. She would start to change frist her bones brake, she would start to ride herself of clothing, and her limes would elongate. Skin would rip and tare making way for patches of white fur to peek through. Her hands and feet would turn into padded paws. Her bright gray eyes would turn alpha blood red and then the pure white of the albino. The last albino. The last of many things.
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So I want to know why Hunter and Peter dont get alone.
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A Wolves Cry
Manusia SerigalaLife knowing you're the only one of you're kind, and that there will never be another, is bad enough. After six centuries of going through the best and, WORST that life has to offer. The now constant nightmares and incessant hunger are the lest of...
