Wolshire

She had Black Eyes

Victoria
Casper is Being Stupid
"How is this a good plan?" He shouted down at me, and I just smiled. George came toward me roaring.

"Where's your alpha, old man?" He roared at me again.

He jumped at me, and I ducked down and lifted my sword into the air, slicing his chest. George whimpered, and I waited for him to attack me again.

"Do you remember this blade, boy?"

He roared and charged at me again. I stood my ground and aimed my blade forward. He impaled himself on my blade, idiot. I twisted the blade and lifted the wolf over my head. He hit the ground and howled for help. I took the blade out and stabbed the wolf in his heart, ending him.

"Great, we killed the alpha!" Casper had his hand raised over his head like he had done something.

"That was not the alpha." I wiped the blood off my sword on George's body. The deep roar bellowed again. A ridiculously large wolf jumped up on my level and glared at me. There was an uneasy silence, and the alpha, Foster, roared five feet in front of me.

"Victoria," Casper pointed out the window, "The sun is rising!" I sheathed my sword and took it from my body. My sword and sheath clanked to the ground.

"Come on, Foster!"

He ran after me and slid underneath him to the window. I jumped just before he grabbed me, and I crashed through the windowpane. I heard Casper scream as I jumped and fell the five floors. I hit the ground and blinked several times, realizing I was not dead. I looked at my hand and realized my nails were out. I ran my tongue through my teeth and felt the familiar sharpness of my fangs.

"Fantastic." Foster jumped down and cracked the ground when he landed. "That was stupid." Foster was turning back into him human form and could now form words. I got off the ground and watched him morph back into a human. "I assume you want an explanation for why a hundred werewolves are dead."

"There is no explanation that would justify the murder of my men!"

"Honestly, I think it would be fun to talk, but I am going to had to kill you."

Foster smiled, "You have black eyes."

I hissed at him and sped my nails into his chest. He roared and picked me up and threw me. I looked up to see if Casper was watching us. He was not. I sped forward and before Foster knew what was happening, I snapped his neck. I blinked my eyes and smiled to myself.

"This could have been civil."

I heard Casper running to me, his sneakers slapping loudly against the cement. "Hey, Victoria!" He saw me and sprinted to me. "I-huff- thought you died."

"No, not today." He held out my sword, and I swung it over my shoulder. "That was fun, Casper. Shall we do it again?"

"Do which part, exactly, crashing my car, killing, or jumping off buildings?"

"Movie watching."

He gasped loudly then turned an embarrassed shade of red.

"It was fun, Casper. I will also buy you a new car. Actually, how does a motorcycle sound?"

"Yeah, yeah, I like motorcycles." We kept talking about cars as we walked to my apartment together.

Werewolf Pack
I entered the Pure Sun's circle of cabins.

"You aren't welcome here." A tall werewolf stood in front of me, blocking my way to Moore's cabin.

"Fuck off."