A light from the moons rase and the sent of gun powder, clouded everything in numb haze. She looks up to see gentle brown eyes, a man. "Why can't I-i-i." she trys to ask. " Save your breath. You should be dead, grenade that close to anyone would normally kill. You will get feeling back soon." He kicks open a door and things get dark again. "What the hell is this?" an unknown irritating voice comments.
Elijah's com voice rings out, "I'm coming, your safe, trust in me. Stay there, I'm coming. I'm on the way now." he starts to fade out of sight. "Elijah wait, what do you mean?" she starts to get worm, and then HOT. Elijah wait. Bones start to crack. No! The change!
CRASH! She springs up to her feet. The change has started, it's been years since I've turned. There's a smell of Blood, in the air. Relax, you have to change back, your the only one who can. The tightness of her muscles begins to shift back. SMASH! She opens her eyes to see a half ass loft, a broken table, chairs and glass allover the floor. A half changed lycan is attacking a human man. The man brings his hands up, pointing what looks like some sort of gun at the strange new wolf. She finds she can't help but to get in-between the two, "Don't shot!" she yells. As the larger wolf moves in behind her, "No wait!" a female voice calls out. All the sudden focus is broken when a women stands in the only door way. "Hey, listen. Remember your here. Remember you here, with me." she says as if talking to the lycan.
To Shadow's surprise the lycan slowly changes back into a man. Holy shit. I thought that I was the only one that could... Her thoughts tail off as the man tiered turns to glance around the room, before he drops to one knee. Hunter rushes in, to everyone's surprise and pulled a chair over with her foot. And helps him sit in it, "Do I know you?" each asks the other. You look familiar.
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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...
