She lays awake for what's left of the night. When she realizes Derek is awake, she goes down stairs. To her surprise he's no where to be seen. She finds herself walking on the front porch. Derik comes from inside with coffee in hands. He hands the one in his left hand to her, "Do I want to know?" he pauses "What happened last night?" He finished she puts her head down, "No." Derek backs up "You sleeped with him!" "No, that's not what happened." She answers, Derek drinks his coffee. "I can't believe you would think I would do that!" he shrugs his shoulders. "I just wanted to know. Good way to find out." That's cheating, you know I hate lieing to you. She thinks.
Suddenly there's howls out in the woods next to the cemetery. Derik's eyes change from blue to electric he looks to Hunter, who already down the stairs. He takes off after her in the direction of the sound. She pauses and looks at Derik, "Don't look at me, your the Hunter!" No pune intended, right. With her nose up she smells around, pine, dirt, and mist. She looks at Derik, he shakes his head slightly, as if to say try again. Still pine, dirt, mist, and sweat, and death. "I got the sent. Lyken, and rotting flesh?" she says breathing heavy. "Mutt, Shadow, follow the mutts sent." And Hunter takes off, Derik mere steps behind her.
She's always hated that word, 'Mutt'. Her father would call her that is a child. Althought she hasn't seen him in years it changed nothing. She would hate him even in death. He made her an animal forced her to live on the run from him and those he hired. Including Elijah, it would be how they meat but it had been so long. And so meny had tried to erase her memories of him on more then one occasion. Now she had gaps in her memory. Of course she didn't know this but no one but Peter and Kol.(not that you know who that is)
Her eyes jump around she doesn't even not notice the branches scratching her face. She practically flies through the woods, suddenly there's a, yell in distance. Her eyes no longer jump but are stationary into the distance, suddenly more smells all formilure. Filesha, Mak and others from the old pack gather around. Filesha asks, "Has she lost it?" Mak looks at Derik. "The screams that wasn't her." He says turning back toward Filesha. "No, but she's on the sent." Derik spites out.
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A Wolves Cry
WerewolfLife 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...