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Appreciation and The Bomb || Max & Jackson

Short cuts were Maxine's specialty whenever she had to be somewhere and was running late because usually she was running late. That was definitely the case today as she walked across people's yards and used spare alleyways. She needed to be home to meet Kyle. They'd probably end up sitting on the couch and having a conversation that most people wouldn't be able to keep up with and then watching smoldering guys in the television shows on netflix. All her thoughts were focused on getting home so she didn't even notice that someone was trailing her. Well that and she had her music turned up louder than normal. Mostly to spite the annoying guy she'd been yelled at by for helping. She had just turned into vague place shrouded by trees and behind a building when the man stepped out.

The realization that his scent was familiar dawned on her almost as soon as it hit her but it was already too late of a reaction. He had a gun on her in a second and her ipod clattered to the ground as well as the bag of stuff she had been holding. The earbuds ripped from her ears and then she heard the gun going off. Max tried to dive away but the bullet found a different target, sinking into her stomach. A loud animal like scream tore from her lips and her eyes turned feral as she felt her wolf reacting to the silver which had been the type to break apart on impact and was already spreading through her bloodstream. Her hands gripped her stomach where red flowed steadily from the wound but her fingertips had long nails that appeared ready to rip someone apart. "Why," she asked aloud, confusion in her eyes.

The man was clearly a wolf himself and it didn't make sense to her that he would hunt one. Someone of another species was one thing but pack life had been instilled in her. "Where's your friend? If you tell me I won't shoot you again," he rasped, his voice just as unpleasant looking as he was. "M-My friend? You mean the douchebag who almost knocked me over in the street? Yeah I don't even know the asshole," she coughed and blood seemed to cover her lips. That wasn't a good sign. She already felt the silver like a blazing fire as it spread through her body. "Wrong answer," the man replied but Max was already moving. Even injured a werewolf was fast and he thought she'd just stand there and take it. With a firm kick she knocked the gun from his hand but then she collapsed as the pain ripped through her.