It wasn't something that Claire often did, because she believed that most behavioral problems tended to work themselves out given time. Even so, little Talia Hale was only getting worse. The adorable little girl was picking fights and hadn't calmed down, and even though it wasn't far into the year, she was nearly at her wits end.
It was lunch time, her class of kindergartners under the watchful eye of the first grade teacher and the lunch ladies. Claire sat at her desk in the corner of her classroom, Talia Hale's little folder of information spread out in front of her. She dialed the number listed and waited for Talia's father to answer. When the phone went to voice mail, she sat up a little straighter.
"Hi Mister Hale. This is Ms Novak, Talia's teacher calling. There's nothing wrong, Talia's fine, but I would like to talk to you about a few things if you have time. I'm available at school for the hour before school starts, the half hour for lunch and recess, and for the hour after school. I'm also available outside of school by appointment if none of these times works for you, and you can contact me at through the school or at [gives cell phone number] if it's outside of school hours."
She barely fumbled with the message, and was very proud of herself when she finally signed off with, "Just to say it again and allay any fears - Talia is perfectly fine. Hope to hear back from you soon, Mister Hale. Have a nice day." Claire still had a few minutes before the kiddies were due back from recess, and she took those minutes to ground herself. Phone calls always shook her and probably always would.
Marcus had been out of it for a bit, he still was but with Saraya's letter, he needed to make sure him and Hailey were safe. Although he wouldn't know how this would go about. It was probably better he do it now, Marcus never cared about permissions as he had the power to bring down a pack, although that was his old ways, he needed to start being a proper alpha. One being actually having permission to be on the land. He found his way to the sheriff's office, walking through to his office. Knocking on the door that was open. "Derek. May I speak with you?" he asked, trying to stay polite. It was difficult to do this given how tense things were but he picked a public place to do it.
Malia had been feeling rather... lost these days. Life was so much easier ticking away as she spent her time in a den in her coyote form. Now she was faced with having to go to school, as well as continue to live with her adopted father knowing her uncontrollable shift was the cause of all the misery in his life. It was a special kind of hell. Dinners were quiet and uncomfortable, and her spare time was spent trying to catch up on those years of school she missed because even werecoyotes needed a high school diploma to make it in the real world.
It had been weeks since she regained her human form, and despite endless aggressive research she was still coming up shorthanded when it came to specific information related to her predicament. She had read almost every story in the book about every lycanthrope imaginable; but they were just that - stories. No detail, no survival guides, no crash course in 'full moon 101'. She was starting to feel fucked, and the more on edge she grew the higher the chance of relapsing into her animal form became. She needed help and had no idea where to find it. It wasn't like she could just walk up to people and be all, hey, I do this werecoyote thing on the weekends without them thinking you were crazy.
In need of air, she shut her books and turned off her laptop, dropping out from her second floor bedroom window to go for a walk through the woods. She wasn't completely out of touch - she could sense the ground beneath her feet, her hearing was attuned, and her reflexes sharp as ever. She just had no control over the... less favorable perks. The light of the evening on her skin made every fine hair on her body stand up. She felt herself slipping, so she did the only thing she could think to do - she ran, faster than ever, looking for her old den to retreat into until the itch under her skin passed and those around her would be safe. She leapt over traps, roots, and branches; lighter and faster on her feet than a wolf would have been. She tried desperately to run it off, but as she moved through the reserve she groaned out loudly and dropped to all fours. It worsened progressively the more scared she became; the curse feeding on her fear.
[Nate lounged casually on the sofa waiting for Derek. He'd done a quick sweep of the apartment, clearing up the mess he'd made after his 2 day binge. Now, he was just in his skinny jeans, silver hair stylishly messy and only the kitchen spotlights giving the room a dim glow.]
As Regan shoved all the mess in her living room into it's hiding places until she was forced to deal with, she thought briefly about the fact that Derek was the second guy visiting her at home and bringing ice cream. She shrugged a little and checked her phone, making sure Derek hadn't gotten lost like Adam had, then looked quickly out of her window to see if she could spot him to no avail. She threw herself onto her sofa and waited for the knock at her door.
Denying the truth will make you your own worst enemy. It will b u r y you.
Stiles: Sleep still wasn't coming easily to Stiles despite the fact that his life had mostly improved. He only got enough to tide him over until the end of the next day, where he'd start over again. It was nearly one in the morning and he was standing over Thea's bed, smiling down at her and poking gently at her belly. Stiles always had extra time with her on the nights where she woke up in the middle of the night, and since he was already awake he didn't mind getting her back to bed. Once her eyelids slowly started to shut and the familiar even breathing that meant she was asleep filled the room, he headed back to his room, yawning as he did. For whatever reason, putting Thea back to bed always made him feel a little bit more tired himself. Pushing open the door to his room, he scrunched his face in confusion as his phone lit up, buzzing noisily against his desk. Picking up the phone, he pressed answer as soon as he saw that it was Eva. "Hey you, what's up?" Stiles asked, grinning to himself and keeping his voice low as he dropped down into his desk chair, spinning in it slightly.
Eva: Eva was holding her breath as the dial tone went on and on, until she finally heard Stiles' voice. For a minute the relieve washed over her, but she knew it wasn't over just yet - and she couldn't do anything but keep her eyes shut tightly to try and ignore the small space she was pressed into, "Stiles?" She whispered, her voice hoarse, "Stiles, I..I don't know where I am." She sobbed, her voice shaking as so did her body, and with her free hand she covered her mouth to refrain from sobbing before she tried to talk again, "I..I woke up..and I..I don't..I don't know.." She went on, breathless, as the fear took over and she struggled not to cry, suppressing her sobs into whimpers.
Stiles: Stiles leaned back into the chair as he waited for her reply, phone pressed to his ear and a goofy grin spread across his face. The sound of her voice, however, caused the smile to quickly fade as he abruptly sat up. "Yeah, it's me -- I'm here." He answered, eyebrows meeting in worry as Eva continued. He sat frozen for a moment, feeling absolutely useless before her sobbing on the other end brought him out of it. "I'll -- I'll find you. Wherever you are." Stiles replied, scrambling up from the chair and fumbling with his free hand to get his shoes on. "Hey, Eva. It's okay, I'm right here just stay on the phone with me." He hoped that could calm her down for the time being. Finally getting both shoes onto his feet, he reached for his wallet on the dresser, stuffing it into his pajama pants. "Can you see anything around you?"
Eva: Eva tried to breathe evenly - her ragged breathing was bringing her on the brinks of a panic attack and that was the last thing she could handle right now. She nodded quickly as if he could see her when he said he'll find her, "Okay.." She whispered when he asked her to stay on the phone with him, and she could hear him scrambling on the other end. She swallowed thickly and opened her eyes, blinking away the tears that blurred her vision. She turned on the speaker before she scrambled with her phone to turn on the flashlight - "No.." She whispered, her breathing quickening again when all she saw was dark. She reached up again, but her arm was barely straightened at all when she touched the material that pressed her down. "I..I can't see anything...It's so small.." She whispered, "It's..it's not a box. It's just..I don't know.." She sobbed silently, closing her eyes again, before she decided to look again, and she took a shaky breath as she opened her eyes and glanced sideways, she could see a silhouette of something in the darkness, "Wait..I..I think I see something.." She whispered as she tried to turn a little in the small space she was in, trying to ignore how small it was as she listened to Stiles' breathing on the other end. It was when she shone the flashlight towards the silhouette that she'd lost all grips on the slight composure she'd had. She screamed, pushing herself away from the mauled, rotting body that lay beside her, her phone tumbling somewhere in the process as the panic and the fear took her over.
Stiles: Briefly glancing around the room, making sure he had anything he might need, he pulled a jacket from off the edge of his bed before leaving his room. Keeping the phone pressed to his ear, Stiles shrugged on the jacket as he went down the stairs. He hadn't even stopped to think about waking Scott as he rushed out the door, it wasn't until after that he silently cursed himself for it. "Not a box...okay. Is it just pitch black?" He asked, doing his best to keep his own voice calm for Eva's sake. "It's okay, I'll find you. I'm leaving right now. I'll be right there." The staggered breathing he heard, told him that he needed to be as level headed as possible so he wouldn't send her into a panic attack. Stiles climbed into the car, struggling in the darkness to put the key into the ignition. It didn't help that he was so worked up and worried about her. After a minute of fumbling with the keys, he started the engine just as her scream pierced his ear. "Eva?!" He nearly shouted out of worry, every possible horrible scenario reeling through his mind as he pulled out of the driveway. "Eva! What is it?! What happened? Are you okay?"
Eva: Eventually the screams broke up into weak sobs and hoarse whimpers and she just tried to curl up away from the corpse as much as she possibly could, Stiles' attempts to get her attention lost on her as she gasped. Now she knew. She knew, or she had an idea, of where she was, "There's..there's a body.." She whimpered, "There's a dead body.." She sobbed, "I think..I think..I'm in a grave.." She choked a little on her sobs as she voiced her conjecture - only it didn't make her feel any better, only she was breathing faster, her head getting lighter, and she didn't know where her phone was, where her only light source was, "Stiles, I want to get out, get me out, get me out!" She screamed, her cries trailing off into sobs, a feeble attempt to scream away her fear as she gasped for breath, blinking away her tears.
Stiles: Stepping on the gas pedal and straightening himself out on the road, Stiles pulled away from the driveway. "A-a body?!" He repeated, half shouting at first and pressing down on the brakes abruptly. "I'll -- Eva, I'm gonna get you out. I'll find you." He said, doing his best to keep his voice even as he spoke. Finally moving again, Stiles kept the phone pressed to his ear, using his shoulder as he turned off of his street onto the main road. "I just -- I need Scott. I-I'm gonna call him, okay?" If Eva thought she was in a grave, it only made sense to go towards the graveyard, "Just don't -- don't waste your oxygen and stay awake. Okay? I'll call you right back, answer your phone."
Stiles swerved on the road as he pulled the phone away to end the call with Eva and dial Scott. Fingers tightening around the steering wheel, Stiles pulled himself back into his own lane. "Come on Scotty, I need you. Please answer." He mumbled nervously to himself as he pressed further down on the gas pedal, hanging up and redialing Scott. "Fuck," Stiles slammed his hands against the wheel, ending the call again after getting Scott's voicemail a second time. He didn't have time to keep trying him if he was asleep, and he pulled his eyes off the road, dialing Derek. Hastily pressing the phone back to his ear, he waited for an answer. Halfway through ringing, someone answered and Stiles immediately began talking, not bothering to find out if it was actually Derek or his voicemail. "Derek, I need you. Scott -- he won't answer his phone but it's Eva. She's -- I don't know where! But she said she thinks she's in a grave with a dead body. I -- She doesn't know how she got there and I -- I don't know how to find her. I don't even know how long she's been there! She could suffocate or -- or get hypothermia. I don't -- I don't know where to start."
Derek: Peace was hard to come by in Beacon Hills so when it did come Derek enjoyed it for the little time he knew it'd exist. Sure things were far from perfect but as far as he had known no one was in danger which meant he could actually enjoy his new home with his now fiance. A fact that he couldn't get over. He spent as much time wrapped up in his little bubble doing his best to forget the non-perfect parts like Cora ignoring him or Cassidy not being happy, but for now the rest was enough.
Derek: He was wrapped up in bed with Lydia when his phone began going off, he had half a mind to let it go to voice mail but in the off chance it was actually his sister he rolled over to check the caller I.D. When it revealed that it was Stiles calling a sinking feeling went straight to his stomach as he climbed out of bed grabbing his phone from it's charger all while answering it as he slipped out of the master bedroom into the hallway, "Stiles? Calm down. You're no help to me or Eva if I can't understand you. Where are you right now? Did she say if it was a proper grave? You know with a casket? Or was it just a dug up hole with a body?"
Eva: Eva was barely breathing properly, sobbing all the while and struggling to maintain her composure - it didn't help that she'd had the slightest edge of claustrophobia, it only made it worse for her right now. She whimpered a little when Stiles told her that he'll get her out - and she trusted him, with her life, she was just too scared to calm down. She pressed her lips together into a thin line, attempting to hold herself back from gasping specially now that Stiles had reminded her that she had a limited supply of air from where she was. "Okay." She whispered, her voice broken and terrified before she closed her eyes and blinked away the tears when he hung up. "Okay..Okay.." She whispered as she moved her hand blindly over the ground, trying to find her phone so she could answer it when Stiles called again.
Stiles: Stiles let out a breath he hadn't even been aware he was holding as Derek replied. The thought of Eva being buried in some grave -- next to an actual dead body somewhere, made it more than impossible to calm down. Still, he knew Derek was right. He was useless if he couldn't keep his cool. Taking a short breath he started again, nodding as if he could actually be seen. "Uh...no. She didn't. She said..." He paused, trying to recall her words. "I don't think there was a casket, I mean it's pretty obvious when you're in them and she couldn't see anything." Stiles swallowed thickly, his eyes glancing up to the street sign of where he was at. "I'm on Third and J st, just past the gas station." He answered finally, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Can you meet me? I need to call her back -- I need to make sure she's okay and not close to losing consciousness. I'll wait for you. Just hurry."
Stiles: With that he pulled the phone away from his ear, fingers fumbling against the screen to dial Eva again. "Pick up...pick up." Stiles mumbled, growing annoyed at the continuous ringing on the other end. Jaw clenching as he again, ruffled his hand through his hair. Quickly glancing at his phone he watched as the call time continued, already knowing the amount of seconds it took before it would transfer to her voice mail. "God, Eva, please pick up."
Eva: Eva already felt a little light headed and the goosebumps rose on her skin when she felt the shivers run up her spine - it was cold, she realized now. So cold. She shivered as her hands searched for the phone, and she flinched when she started ringing. "Come on, come on.." She whispered urgently, before her eyes flickered to where the body was and saw the flashing of the screen where she could was behind it. "Oh god.." She whimpered, and swallowed thickly. She held her breath and moved slowly, with difficulty, but moved, and tried to hold in the sob when she felt the body beneath her before she reached over to pat the ground behind it until she finally grab a hold of her phone, and she moved back quickly, pressing herself into the dirt away from the body and pressed answer, "I'm..I'm here. I'm awake. I'm here." She whispered urgently into the phone, but her voice was less panicked more tired now and she closed her eyes tightly as she held the phone close and glanced around. There had to be something she could use to identify this place, but all she could see was darkness and all she could smell was the tangy smell of the air underground and now the rot that was making itself apparent.
Stiles: Stiles nearly jumped as Eva answered, bolting upright in his seat as he parked on the side of the road to wait for Derek where he said he'd be. "Thank god," He breathed, finally slumping back into his seat, though he couldn't be entirely relieved since his girlfriend was still six feet under the ground. "Scott didn't answer, but Derek's coming I'm just waiting for him. We're going to find you." Stiles said, phone pressed to his face as he kept glancing for any sight of Derek. "How are you?" There was a million other things he had to ask, but the less he asked the less she spoke which meant the more oxygen and energy she spared. He still surveyed his surroundings, but the parking spot he'd chosen was too dark to make out much of the things around him. He took a deep breath in, feeling the anxiety of waiting and not knowing what was going on building up, but he had to stay calm -- especially while on the phone with her.
Derek: He noted Stiles' distraction as he got into the jeep beside him wordlessly for a moment before tapping his shoulder, "Ask her what the ground feels like. It'll give me an idea of how far down she is.
Eva: Eva nodded slowly as if Stiles could see her and breathed out slowly, though her teeth had started chattering. "Okay." She whispered and gulped, then glanced around again - her eyes tracing over the silhouette of the body beside her before she closed her eyes - preferring to just keep her eyes closed, "I'm cold." She started, sniffling a little, "And I'm scared." She whispered, her voice breaking a little, before she started, "But considering..I haven't had a panic attack...or died yet, I guess..I guess I'm good." She laughed weakly, the dark humor her only escape from the situation she was in. She heard Derek speak, and frowned as she glanced around her, before she pressed her hand against the dirt and grasped a handful in her fist, and held it tightly, "It's..It's..like the one in the wood...denser. It's..like um..like..heavied up with water." She sighed heavily and took a deep breath, or tried too, "It...It rained recently Stiles, how is that going to help at all?" She whimpered, still shivering as she glanced around again, and turned on the flashlight, biting her tongue to keep from screaming at the sight of the body before she whimpered a little and moved her phone as much as she possibly could in attempt to see something...anything. Until she did. Eva tried to compressed herself a little, but realized she'd have to stretch over the body - so she did it again, doing her best not to sob, her struggle audible to Stiles on the phone, and she frowned when her hand touched the material she'd seen - it was a pillar. "There's...there's wood." She stuttered, "L-like..-like bars and p-pillars. Basement kind of wood."
Stiles: Stiles wanted to laugh, or chuckle, or even make a sound that was anything slightly reminiscent of any kind of laugh in return. But he couldn't -- not with his stomach on a constant roller coaster ride because he was so nervous and on edge about finding her. "I guess that is good -- Well not I guess, it /is/ good. But don't worry about the rain, it's not a problem." The jeep's door swinging open was a complete surprise to him, and he nearly jumped out of his seat, banging his head against his window. His hand immediately went up to rub at his head, and he glared at Derek for a moment. His mouth opened to complain about him just popping in like that, but Eva had started talking on the other end. Stiles didn't bother with the speakerphone since Derek could still hear her without it. "Basement?" He repeated, though he heard her perfectly fine. He swallowed hard at the explanation, looking slowly to Derek next to him for his reaction hoping he wasn't thinking the same thing.
Derek: His stomach dropped as he shook his head, "Do you think you know where you're going now?" He asked in the hopes of avoiding having to say it himself. All he wanted for once was for everyone to be safe in his life, but it didn't seem as if he was going to get that anytime soon. At least they had a good idea of where they were going.
Eva: Eva tried to pull herself forward, gripping at anything to try and pull herself closer to the pillar - and she let out an audible whimper when she realized she was tugging at the clothes the corpse was wearing. The space was too small for her to be able to even wriggle her way forward and she had to pant tiredly, before she realize how closed off and small the space was finally started getting to her, "I can't...I can't see..anything...more.." She grunt as she pushed herself back to curl away from the body, "Please...Please hurry...Stiles..." She gasped tiredly and closed her eyes, "I..it's getting too hard to breathe.." She whispered, her voice now just shaking but not shivering anymore even though she still felt cold, cold to her bones. "Please hurry, Stiles, I don't...I don't know if I can stay awake any longer.." She whispered between ragged breaths, her head getting lighter, "Please hurry.." She whimpered and sniffled, a small sob leaving her lips.
Stiles: His throat was dry, as he stared at Derek his only response was a short nod. He wasn't even capable of voicing his understanding. Using his shoulder to keep the phone in place, he gripped tightly at the wheel as he sped back into the road and towards the root cellar. There wasn't anywhere else she could be, and if Derek only seemed to agree, then it was more than their best bet. "We're on our way. Just hang in there. You're gonna be fine." Stiles was still trying to keep himself calm for her, his knuckles turning white as he took out the anxiety on the wheel he was gripping. "Just don't talk, save your breath. I promise I won't let anything happen to you. I swear. We're going to get you out of there just stay awake, please." Finally pulling over on the side of the road as close to the cellar as possible, he nearly launched himself out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he ran in the direction of where they needed to go. It was almost pitch black, and he stumbled nearly the entire way there over exposed branches and rocks until they reached the door. His hands gripped at the handle, but it wouldn't budge and he looked up to Derek. "Help me out here." His voice was desperate as he continued yanking at the door with no luck in getting it open.
Derek: Derek could understand the panic Stiles was in, after all if it had been Lydia there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get to her to save her including tear hell apart itself. Even for Eva he'd do the same for the young girl who became like family. He didn't have the heart to leave Stiles behind as they ran towards the cellar. Once Stiles moved aside he used every ounce of strength he had in order to get the door open. "Eva?" He began to call out once his feet where on the ground in the cellar. There wasn't a moment he wasn't more thankful for his abilities to see in the low lighting when he spotted the only possible thing that could be her, "Over here!" he yelled back to Stiles before rushing to her praying they were there in time.
Eva: Eva listened to Stiles' reassurances. She listened to them and willed herself to believe that he knew where she was. That he was on his way. Eva felt her eye lids fall heavily over her eyes, "Okay..Okay.." She whispered breathlessly, tiredly, as she tried to keep her eyes open. She let out a small hum everytime she exhaled heavily to assure Stiles that she was still awake, but other than that she didn't speak. She couldn't really. The air was thin and she was exhausted. Eva had started to drift off when she heard someone call her name - Derek. Her eyes moved around the dirt, "I'm.." She started heavily and swallowed thickly, "Here." She breathed out again, lifting her phone a little - trying to turn on the flashlight and gesture her exact place for them. "I'm here.." She whispered again, her eyes welling as the sobs built up with her chest, and she did her best not to cry. They were here now.
Stiles: Stiles moved away, leaving room for Derek to finally pry open the door. "Eva?!" He shouted, panic evident in his voice as he dropped down to the cellar floor. As soon as he did, almost complete darkness surrounded him. "Eva?" Stiles called again, his hands starting to fumble with his phone in his pocket, hoping to use it as a flashlight. At Derek's exclamation, he blindly rushed over in the direction of his voice, until the bright flash of Eva's phone half blinded him for a second. Dropping to his knees next to her, Stiles pulled Eva into his arms. "I've got you," He whispered, cupping her face in his hands as he did his best to look over her in the almost entirely blacked out cellar. "Can you help me get her out of here?" Stiles asked, whipping his head back in Derek's direction.
Derek: He didn't even have to be asked as Derek leaned down taking her into his arms, "I got you. We're going to get you some fresh air, okay?" He said hoping to give her comfort as he did his best to get them both out while keeping a hold of her. "Stiles do you need my help out?" He called to him once he had Eva out into the fresh air.
Eva: Eva closed her eyes tiredly, however, they fluttered open weakly when she heard Stiles' voice calling for her, and she moved her head a little to see anything. Then she felt someone pull her from underneath the debris she was trapped under, and she felt Stiles familiar hold as he wrapped her into his arms, "Stiles.." She whimpered a little when he cupped her cheek, and coughed. She felt her body shift into Derek's hold before he'd gotten out, and Eva felt her body automatically gasp for the fresh air. She coughed and gasped, her body still shivering, "Let me down.." She whispered quickly when she felt the nausea wash over her body, "I'm going to be sick.." She whispered quickly, her body still shaking as she was finally let down, and she fell to her knees, kneeling over the ground as she gasped and coughed, before she eventually heaved and hurled, the image of the body still carved behind her lids and she could still feel the cramped space she was in.
Stiles: Stiles was reluctant to let Eva go, almost afraid that if he did he'd come close to somehow losing her again. But he let his arms fall away from her as Derek picked her up and carried her out. "Uh," Stiles looked around, his eyes more accustomed to the dark as he squinted at the door where the moonlight was pouring in from. "No," he decided, hurriedly climbing out from the cellar and hoisting himself up from the ground. His eyebrows furrowed together as she fell to the ground. Bending down next to her as she heaved and after he pulled her back into his arms, letting her sit back against him. "Are you okay?" Stiles asked, forehead creased with worry as he looked around. "We should get you back to the car," he noted, rubbing his hands at her arms trying to create friction and warm her as much as he could, "I should have a blanket in the back”
Derek: He took a step backwards allowing for the couple to be together as he stood back awkwardly trying to figure out what was going on. "Do you have any water in the jeep? She might need it."
Eva: Eva couldn't find it in herself to move once she was done, and she was grateful Stiles had pulled her back into his arms and attempted to keep her warm. She didn't talk though, she just shivered violently as she stared ahead, her eyes on the root cellar's door and at the nemeton that was behind it. Her lower lip quivered and her eyes welled up with tears before she closed her eyes and tried to stand up, "Let's go." She whispered, too weak to get her voice any higher than that.
Stiles: Stiles nodded at Derek, "Yeah, I should have some." He looked down at Eva, again not wanting to let her go but stood up with her, letting her use him to stand. Pulling her arm around his neck, he held her up and started back towards the Jeep. "Would you rather I carry you -- or Derek?" He glanced back over to him before looking to Eva again, "Just so we can get there faster."
Derek: He didn't want to hover but he found it difficult not to be right there in case she collapsed or needed him. "Just say the word and I'll carry you, okay? You don't need to use all your strength trying to walk right now."
Eva: Eva couldn't bring herself to speak as she walked, keeping close to Stiles' side, really feeling of everything on the inside which rendered her incapable of reacting to all that happened. She shook her head slowly as she stumbled weakly by Stiles, holding onto him, "I just want to get out of here." She whispered as she glanced over her shoulder once then swallowed thickly before she turned to look ahead, Cora's words coming back now to haunt her, and now they'd started making sense.
Marcus stood in front of the police station, having driven here from his apartment. It was not something he wanted to do, in fact part of him may thought this was a blessing, that she was gone but then the other part, did care about her despite the difficulty of letting that part of him happen. He needed to find her, and well I'm sure the town's alpha needed to find his own emissary and the fairy girl. Jordyn was willing to help, despite this so he needed to lend his efforts. He walked inside, searching around till he came across the familiar man talking with what appeared to be the sheriff. He walked up to the two. "Officer Hale, may I have a word with you?..please." he asked politely, figuring rudeness was not going to get him anywhere.
Marcus had been out and about, deciding who his next victim might be. He'd attacked a few of them wanting to cause a ruckus, although it felt like it didn't do much since he hasn't seen any change. Keeping himself on high alert as he rushed through the woods. He caught a scent, that of the alpha of the town and another wolf. He smirked as he extended his claws, following the scent to them. Keeping to the shadow's
