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"Maybe he was right."

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It was a the tip of her tongue, but she needn’t have to ask to know that it had been terrible to both the person whose blood was covering the girl’s hands—and the girl. Because despite what might be known of lycans and their beastly nature, sometimes, they never quite matched the nature of the beholder of the curse.

It had been a curse for centuries, and it always will be that way if the shapeshifters did not let themselves accept the fact that for the rest of his life, they shall let the animal out and it will hunt. It will hunt, it will kill, without mercy until the day you learn to control it and keep it at bay long enough to tell it what you want it to hunt. Hayeon could, but because she was born with it. 

Jae wasn’t born this way. If anything that fact angered her, it didn’t even feel like she chose the bite. You had to make it a choice, taking it away from the person you were turning was a crime. This was why the Argents were out here for, to eradicate those scums who still thought that they could go around turning anyone they wished to, long as the prey ran. But this wasn’t what the young girl needed at the moment. 

"Let’s get you out of here first." Hayeon spoke, the smell of blood made her wrinkle her nose as she pulled her jacket and slid it across Jae’s shoulders. She made to make her stand up when the younger girl finally spoke.

"Maybe he was right." Words that made sense and brought back the anger that she was smoothing down with the urgency of just putting her in a safe place. Sure thing the sun would rise soon and the Argents wouldn’t miss to be there. Why hadn’t they been any when Jae had been given no choice? 

"You’re no runt, you’re a werewolf, doll." Albeit a young one, "Just because you don’t like the feeling of killing, does not make you weak." She managed to pull her up and straight and brush off a few leaves that were sticking to her hair, giving it a ruffle once she was done and tilted her head to catch her eyes in the lowered stance Jae’s head was. "You get used to it." 

Besides something seemed off, and to make sure of it, Hayeon reached forward for the blood staining Jae’s fingers. Getting hold of her wrist and her tongue flickering out to lick the taste of it, her sense of smell could not catch it quickly. But her tongue did and she spat the liquid out soon as she was certain of it. “Besides seemed like you had no choice, this was no human attack. But we really need to get out of here.” 

Last warning, so that Hayeon had to slip an arm around the girl’s waist and force her to follow her steps down and out of the forest, to where he car was waiting. Parked in quite a rush because of the yelp of pain she’d heard while driving by. 

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"Just taking you down memory lane while we go into another year. Gotta say it might be the New Years spirit in me. I could’ve started singing Hey Mr. Postman then who’d be lucky?" Though not usually peppy there’s a definite rise in her tone.

"Not really a bad way to celebrate. Oh, but that's a really good one -- how's it go, again?" His eyes squint in pretense curiousity, stopping the famous chorus from slipping from his mouth with a bite of tongue. It would be a much nicer verse on her lips, so he can't be put to blame for his façade there.

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Stop! In the name of love. Before you break my heart. Think it o-o-o-oveeeer.

Wouldn’t sweet tunes ever put a smile on anyone’s face? His head cocks, appreciative.

"A songbird found her way towards me, this gotta be good luck. Haven’t listened to that one in a while."