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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The Hunter's bed was unmade from the night before, one half occupied by Brit as well. She rarely seemed to spend her nights at the house, save for when it was the full moon. Even with the sun up, Brit refused to wake, and stayed curled into her ball. She had the sheets tucked up around her, and almost pulled over her head to keep any light away.
A weight sank the edge of the bed and delicate lips brushed Brit's forehead. Dominic was up and dressed already in his usual uniform. "Brittany," he whispered, having half the mind to let her sleep on. He brushed his fingertips along the side of her face, tracing away any stray strands of hair.
A groan escaped her and she opened her eyes to him with a small frown. She gave a little stretch and then curled up again. "I'm not moving," she protested in a mumble.
"Well..." Dominic sat at her side. "You're welcome to stay here."
Brit rolled onto her back and brought up a fist to rub at the sleep in her eyes. A small sweat had broken out on her forehead, and she had paled just at the small movement. "Are you sure?"
A frown immediately stole away Dominic's expression. "You're not feeling well," he said and leaned in to set his hand to her cheek as if testing her temperature.
"I'm alright." Brit tried to smile, but it fell away quickly. "You have to go."
Dominic shook his head and started to slip off his over coat. "I can stay. They can make do without me for one day."
Brit shook her head and pushed herself to sit. With another groan, she rested her head against his shoulder. "There's nothing you can do."
"Then let's just do nothing," Dominic said. "All day." He moved an arm around her, lightly rubbing her back. "Whatever you need."
"I-" Brit stopped and lifted her head. For a moment she stared at the wall, but then ripped the covers off of herself and leapt from the bed. She moved to the bathroom and knelt at the toilet, retching as tears slipped down her cheeks.
Dominic was beside her again in moments. He took a knee and pulled her hair back. Concern plagued his face. "Water. I could at least bring water?" Brit reached up blindly to flush the toilet and then wrapped her arms around her stomach. She gave him a small nod, already looking a bit better.
He was gone for just seconds before returning with a shallow glass of water. The Hunter offered it out to her and even brought a damp rag, too, just in case. Brit sipped at the water before she lowered the glass to the floor, and wiped her face with the rag.
"Thanks," she mumbled. "I'll be okay, really."
Though Dominic nodded, he didn't seem convinced. "Whatever you need," he said.
She brought a hand to his cheek and managed a smile this time. "I'm not sick," she promised.
Dominic rose his brow at her. "Well, you're definitely not leaving this room now, either." He set one hand to her back, offering the other to her. "Want to lay back down?"
