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{ charlotte }

Eddie, get yourself cleaned up. We need to regroup.

Regroup? Do we even have anyone to regroup with anymore?

#c:charlotte

{ anna }

I can still smell it.

I imagine that’s not hard with how much blood has painted the streets.

#c:anna

It’s not mine.

#kghrpstarter

{ camryn: }

You’re the only one who ever is– it’s why I love you so much, you know.

Someone has to be around here. I know -- I love you too.

...Have you seen Wilburn yet?

#c:camryn

{ cressida: }

I am, Edward, but I’m entitled to an impression just as we all are. Not to say we can’t make this place better.

I find it hard to share in your optimism.

#c:cressida

{ charlotte: }

Eddie, enough, don’t turn this around and project your anger on the wrong person. If you had let me finish in the first place, you would have known I’m not asking you to pull the trigger yourself when all I want is taking your opinion into consideration. We work as a team unit and as leader, everyone has a say. Do you know why I’m coming to you first, though? Wil’s your blood.

No, you’re coming to me first about this because you have no one else. You’ve lost control over this whole caravan and you don’t know what to do anymore.

#c:charlotte

{ wilburn: }

After sputtering out an exclamation, Wilburn was rarely given enough time to express how he felt seeing his cousin before the awkward silence settled between the two of them. Maybe he should have spoken up first, maybe he should have given an apology as a way to amend, but he wasn’t an idiot. “What is it you’re wanting to hear, Ed? That maybe there was another way I could’ve gone about this without ending up the way I am?” With a clenched jaw and pushing away the pain, Wil strategically propped himself against the pillows to better converse with the man. “I never wanted you or the others believing I was taking what we were for granted. Hell, I owe you and your family the biggest debt of my goddamn life taking me in after what happened to my folks and sister. I didn’t do it to spite you, none of what I did was.” The man sighed softly, “Imagine if Camryn were in Cassie’s place, pregnant, beaten to a pulp by an Alpha. Yeah, maybe I should’ve listened and let it go enough to cool down, but I needed to make sure Malcolm kept true to his word. And as for keeping you all out of it…the fact that you’re my family was reason enough to bench you. Maybe it was the right choice and maybe it wasn’t, but I can’t change it now. I can’t change any of it.”

Eddie’s anger screamed from him, the hunter unable to bite back his feelings anymore. His life had consisted of protecting Wil but he was tried of it, sick of having to put his own feelings to the side so that Wil could be happy. “Don’t give me that bullshit. There was another way. You should have called us first because a group of hunters have more of a chance than one. You knew, you fucking knew that you wouldn’t be able to beat him on your own but you went anyway. You’re not some god so stop acting like it!” Eddie sat up from where he was sitting, moved away from Wilburn as he paced. He couldn’t keep still, and Eddie didn’t trust himself to be near Wilburn with all this anger spilling from inside of him. At the mention of Eddie’s own family he turned to face Wilburn, “You do owe my family. You owe them a fucking lot and with every twist and turn you throw everything they did back at you. I know you’re family was killed, and it was tragic -- but you act like they’re the only family you’ve ever had, as though my family was just nothing to you.” Eddie pauses briefly and fixes Wilburn with a stern look, “You’re not to see or talk to my family ever again. I won’t let you keep breaking my parent’s hearts.” Mentioning Camryn did nothing for Eddie, there was no extra anger or sympathy for Wilburn -- Eddie was already too far gone. “Don’t bring Camryn into this, not when you are completely wrong. If it was Cam and I was in your shoes, I would have brought an army down on Malcolm because I’m not impulsive or as proud as you Wilburn. I would have ended it all there with Malcom’s dead body and my family safe. You think you’re deal with Malcolm is certain? He’s a known liar and manipulator. You and your family will never be safe.”

#c:wilburn

{ camryn: }

I didn’t expect you to read it so fast. I hope you have a report prepared to prove you actually read it.

I’m prepared Miss Moser.

#c:camryn

{ charlotte: }

And perhaps it is time you made yours, Eddie. I hate to imply the notion, but you know the rules when it comes to turned hunters. That decision rests in your hands.

That’s fucking bullshit. Don’t you dare come and put that decision on my shoulders when it’s you -- the leader of our caravan -- who makes those decisions and executes them. You just want someone else to put him down for you because you don’t want to, because he was always you favourite. But the law is the law, and if you want to follow by it you do it. Because I’m not going to be your executioner to lessen your guilt.

#c:charlotte

{ cressida: }

Can I just say what everyone is thinking about this town or is it too obvious?

I thought you were meant to help us?

#c:cressida

{ camryn: }

Hmm? What’s that?

The book you let me borrow; I read it.

#c:camryn

{ charlotte: }

That monster has been bumped straight to the top on my list of targets.

I’m not saying he isn’t a monster, but Wilburn made his choice.

#c:charlotte

{ wilburn: }

Wilburn always detested hospitals. The stark white walls, the fluorescent lights, the bad food, smell of bleach…worst of all, they reminded him the most of his family when he visited the morgue after that horrific night. It seemed his mind created a dream-like sequence as a coping mechanism for the unbearable pain his body endured on the outside, showing flashing images of his sister at an older age and his parents…they were calling for him. Wil’s eyes peeled open and slowly adjusted to the lights lining the ceiling and the small ray of sun shining through the curtains. The strange thing is he couldn’t recall how he wound up in a bed hooked to beeping machines. And then came the blazing fire, scorching his veins and making the hunter groan loudly. “Son of a bitch!”

When Eddie got the phone call he hadn’t known what to feel. Shocked had filled every space within him with a bitter coldness, rooting itself deep into his core. Yet, he never hesitated for a moment in dropping what he was doing to rush to the hospital. Eddie wasn’t sure how long he spent sat across from Wilburn’s hospital bed. He stopped looking at the clock when it became apparent that Wil wasn’t going to wake up from simply Eddie’s sheer will. When Wil did wake, Eddie stayed silent for some time before speaking up. “Sometimes I wonder if everything that my family has done for you -- everything that I’ve done for you -- has just meant nothing at all to you. We were never going to replace your family, but we wanted to be your family; we’ve been with you since day one. But this -- you running off once again, just shows me that not only do you not need us but you don’t even want us in your life. You just don’t care. And I am done putting everything aside for you, or supporting you through all of the stupid choices you continue to make. I hope this was worth it for you. I adore Cassie, but it’s clear that she’s the only family you consider in your life; not us.”

#c:wilburn

philipxcho:

If you get more wound-up, you’ll snap. Take a breather every once in a while, doctor’s orders.