Moon eyes meet Golden eyes|| Peter& Elijah
When sneaking into enemy territory, stealth is nothing but your only friend. So by the shroud of nightfall, a dark gray wolf could be nothing more than a shifting shadow, a trick of the eye that only makes one wonder: was there something even there at all. Elijah was no stranger to being stealthy, getting across the country was not an easy task for a werewolf these days. The UMA was looking for her kind and not a full wolf, their ignorance her only advantage.
Detroit weighed heavy on her mind, the many she lost, the few she could sense in the fragments of her tired bones. Holding on for their lives, how much longer would she have till their strength would be stripped from her? The pain of it agitated her, yet there was nothing she could do, except hope that what brought her to Beacon Hills, one day would bring her back to save those she could.
Everything was dark in town with the exceptions of a guarded building and the regular patrols. Peering through the treeline she looked for an opportunity to make her way. A scent crossed her path that made her snort. Getting low she waited for whatever was coming her way.