Moonlit hunting || Fitz & Tamzin
"You got your shit together Tam?" Fitz chuckled under his breath and leaned against the side of his car. The periphery of the woods where he was stocking up on supplies was just a little too quiet for his liking, and he sensed trouble on the horizon. A silk baggy was stuffed into the pocket of his jeans, the sixth one he had hidden on himself. Each small case held the most powerful weapon of the night, Aconite. It was supposed to be a full moon after all, and it seemed Crystal Cove was harboring a fugitive of the fuzzy variety. "We need to get going, the wolves will be out to play soon." He spoke as if teasing, yet there was an underlying bitterness that laced each word. Vampires had always been at the top of his most hated list, yet over the past few years the werewolves had joined them. "Think a mutt is dumb enough to strike the same place twice? We could start by where that girl was attacked, work our way towards the town."