Wolf pack

Fay

A poofy ray of golden sunshine stalked in the night, tracking the clear trail before her. She could have stalked in the day, honestly it would have been wiser if she had waited. She hadn't slept for a long time but she was too excited.
Who needs sleep? She thought, Not I.
Besides, who needs energy when you are energy. Energy and a master of stealth.
To prove her own point a stick poked her in the eye.
Trees don't care about stealth, apparently.
The golden wolf stopped right as the city lights came into view. She faced her ears forward and let her pupils dilate to invade her teal eyes.
It was clear as frozen water that was polished enough to see though. The bubble. White energy, this time a big floating rectangle in the air. It was filled again with bright, beautiful colors. It appeared to be nearly bursting. She wagged her tail excitedly. She had no idea what was in there but she knew it was good.
The wolf knew that white energy was supposed to be a shield, which was why it was so hard to see what was actually inside it, but the energy itself was visible.
You could say the golden wolf was gifted, you could say the she was a lot of things.
It was apparent she couldn't walk any further in this form. Human territory was off limits to magic, at least to the most obvious kind.
Shaking out her endlessly loose nerves, she felt her cells twitch and reform. Her golden fur transitioned into her shoulder-length curly golden hair. Her cream patches to soft skin and eyes the same teal. She wore white shorts, slightly frayed but stylish, and a yellow shirt.
The werewolf skipped through the streets and alleys, fully aware some idiot may try to take advantage of her. Let them try, all she had to do was use a bit of strength and knock them out. Eating them would work too, if not a little messy. Even without her strength, she had no fear of a car crash or mugger. Luck was on her side.
She reached the hotel door easily enough. Logically the door should have been locked, but logic had little sway when luck was so powerful.
The golden girl swung open the door, walking down the halls and looking up at the white rectangle above. She climbed the stairs and reached the other end of the hall.
Her eyes widened again as the tingling spread again. It was so close, so much energy in one place. Fate.
There she stood, outside a door where so much magic pulsed. It was in the middle of the night, yet she kept her arm up to knock. The only stopped herself as the reminded herself of the time. Waking them up in the middle of the night wouldn't help impressions much, would it. She supposed not, letting her hand down.
The blonde girl sighed, looking at the door. Perhaps in the morning.
As she started to step back, she felt her balance go wacky. She tried to regain but overcorrected to hit her head against the door.
Fate trumps luck.
She stood quickly, rubbing her head as a light groaning could be heard from within the room. Fiddling with her hands awkwardly, she listened to the movement in the room, feeling it draw closer.
The door buckled and she felt her breath, hoping to make her best impression. Fate drew her here, it knew what it was doing. Who knows who could be in this room, who knew if it was a wizard or a powerful witch rabbit.
She was about to find out.
The door slowly creaked inward and she stood back to take in the sight.
A tall, tan and muscular man in nothing but shorts watched her tiredly from the other side of the door. His black hair was ruffled and his eyes a gorgeous shade of gold. He opened the door a little wider to see her and rested his thick arm up against the doorframe.
"Hi." His voice was low and smooth. "Who are you?"
She blinked a few times, trying to keep her eyes on his and not near his muscles. "Hi, a, hey.. I am Fayola, but you can call me Fay. Fayola, like crayola. The crayons. Though I am not a crayon, I do like them. If I could be a crayon I would be a golden one, like your eyes. Heheh." She ended in a nervous laugh and a snort.
He blinked tiredly, looking over her. "Okay."
"Well, um, what is your name?" Fay swung her foot, threatening to trip herself again.
He sighed tiredly, more muffled sounds from the room made as the others began to wake.
"I am Nate. Nate Strider."
"Oo, you said that like James Bond, but reverse."
"Who is this?" A rougher voice appeared behind her, and Fay turned quickly to look at the piercing green eyes of the blood wolf.
"Her name is Fay." Nate closed an eye. "She slammed into our door."
"No, I ah, tripped into it. Tripped on myself."
The blood wolf gently sniffed the air, recognition forming. "You're a werewolf, aren't you?"
Fay bit her lip. "Maybe."
Next to awake was Lokan, sticking his head under Nate's arm. "Hey, look, another girl!" Nate pushed his head back.
"Why are you here?" Those green eyes demanded.
"Uh, well, I don't know yet just that I was drawn here. Pulled for some reason."
He sniffed again. "You're another phase wolf, aren't you. I thought we had all of us."
Lokan appeared again. "We gotta keep her! She belongs!"
The new moon wolf pushed past Anu, looking Fay over. "We need to have caution."
"I wouldn't mind being kept, I can get a little lonely playing with my tail in the middle of nowhere."
Nate raised an eyebrow.
Anu stepped closer to her, looking down intensely. "We can't take any chances. We don't know if you are safe."
"Please can we?"
"How did you find us?"
"Where are you from?"
"Who are you exactly?"
The questions and words starting bouncing back and forth all over Fay, she looked about, feeling overwhelmed by the voices all around her.
"Cut it out you are all scaring her!" The girl with dark wavy hair stepped forward and rested a hand on Fay's forehead.
Her eyes grew wide, then closed as she fell tiredly to the ground.
"Well that is just great isn't it." Anu shot Anya a glance.
"We can't leave a knocked out woman in the hallway." Lokan started pulling at her feet.
"Annoyingly enough brother, you're right. Common, take her in."
Nate picked her up and gently rested Fay on a blanket next to the beds.
"She'll be asleep while, we sort this out in the morning."
"Perfect. Night."
Without further question, the doors closed and the wolfpack went to sleep.