An enslaved pack ruled by a merciless dictator. A pack of assassins out for blood and revenge.
A lone wolf who can't find his place among any of it.
Through betrayal, binding pacts, and revolutionary acts, with more shadows looming between the tree...
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Jrasic was in the yard with Lynea, the two sparring in the early morning. Wren had taken to wandering the cabin itself, finding places to hide or bothering Charles in whatever he was doing. Yet Erica had still to leave the room and hadn't done so that day.
A small knock came to her door and Jake's scent drifted from behind it. Along with the smell of breakfast. "Erica?" he called softly.
The door opened without a sound and Erica hardly met his gaze. "Morning," she said in a whisper and returned to the made-up bed to adjust the pillows further. The entire room was made up neatly, the clothes that had been lent to her folded on an old dresser. She wore the clothes she came in, no belongings of her own to gather.
"I thought you may like something to eat," he said and placed the tray of pancakes on her dresser. His hand traced the clothes and Jake frowned as he turned towards her. "Not a fan?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
"I don't want to take them with me," Erica said and didn't even look to the food he brought her. "Their owners might miss them." She finished with the bed and fiddled with her fingers instead, watching her hands. "I shouldn't have gone through with this after...after my Sire...What if Sonya finds me? I'll bring trouble here."
Jake looked around the tidy room and a small frown started on his face. "You won't be safe if you leave," he told her. "Sonya's wolves may be looking for you out there but at least here you have numbers."
"I can figure something out," Erica mumbled. Tears welled to blur her vision, her eyes still red to suggest they hadn't been gone for long.
Jake took a step closer and moved in front of her. "Terra brought you here because she wanted to help," he told her. "And we need your help, too, Erica. As much as we can get."
"I can't do anything," she said and finally looked up to him. "I can't shift on my own. I can't fight. I can hardly run straight during moons. My Sire is the brave one. He's the loyal one. He's the strong one. He's...he...I mean. He was..." The tears finally came and she brought her hands to her mouth in attempt to block the sob she felt coming. "And now he's gone," she choked out. "And I'm alone."
Jake closed the distance between them and put a tentative hand on her shoulder. "We all start out that way, and you aren't alone in that." He let out a soft sigh and said, "Wouldn't your Sire rather you do what you can here? He got you out for a reason, didn't he?"
Erica sniffled softly, her hands shaking. "I...I guess. But he wasn't supposed to just leave me."
"He didn't want to I'm sure," Jake said his voice dropping into a whisper. "He wanted to protect you." He moved his hands down to hers and squeezed them softly. "But you aren't alone."
Erica slowly slipped her hands from Jake's, taking a step back from him and turning away. "What do I do now?" she whispered.
"You train," he told her. "You find your place here, and you move on." Jake went back to the tray of breakfast and brought it to her as an offering. "You become your own person."
