HANDS RUN THROUGH BLONDE TRESSES, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip, bound for the skin to break if she didn't stop soon. alas, the girl next door cannot be helped ! aunt elena's demands are getting more burdensome, and they're not even something new. everything just feels like it's slipping out of her grasps. if she doesn't act on the jones and their wolves, betty's other family would take over - and they're not necessarily as merciful as betty was. " jug doesn't get it, arch - " she starts, hand tugging on her ponytail, feet pacing on the familiar path in her living room, it practically faded from all the times she does this over, and over again. she never said she didn't worry. she just doesn't show it publicly. " if he and his pack think i'm bad, he's in for a whole other world with my family. they don't give second chances. ever. we have to find him. soon. "