Samantha Cassidy

There wasn't much Samantha could do pinned against the floor with the she-wolf on top of her. Even though she felt remarkably fearful that she'd never make it out of this room alive, she didn't fight the wolf or even make an attempt to push her off. It wouldn't do any good. Even if she wasn't weakened from the blood loss, she had no skills to fight with. She'd never needed them. She'd grown up in a middle-class, suburban family. She'd taken dance and ballet and gymnastics and the other girlie things that went along with being a girl from her neighborhood. She'd never expected to need to fight. It'd made her an easy target for the faeries that had kidnapped her, and made her an easy target now. She strained to talk against the pressure on her shoulders, letting out a yelp when her words caused the canine to lean forward and lick her cheek. Samantha closed her eyes, turning her face away from the majority of it. And then, just as soon as the wolf had pinned her down, she backed off. Slowly, Samantha sat herself up, a hand reaching up to wipe her face on the back of her sleeve. It wasn't until she heard the feminine voice in her head again that Samantha looked up. "Sorry," She muttered as she slowly rose, her body achingly sore. "We're involved, but making out a little doesn't make me his girlfriend, but we haven't exactly had that conversation yet either."

Samantha didn't move from her spot in the middle of the room as the Were transformed, making herself rise up to a fully grown woman that looked merely a few years older than herself. She was beautiful despite the scars on her body. Samantha would have opened her mouth to tell her so, though considering the situation they'd been in only moments before, she wasn't sure that the girl wouldn't rip her throat out for speaking again. After all, she had just came into a pack home, and she wasn't entirely convinced that wasn't grounds to be harmed. The woman's words were skeptical, and she didn't know if she was believed or not. She couldn't guarantee Aiden's protection now, and his words of warning that if they were going to get involved, she had to stay safe rang out in her mind. Reluctantly, she moved towards the table as she was told, sitting down and carefully moving her hair out of the way of the dried blood. Some of her hair was sticky from where it had touched her neck, but there wasn't much she could do about that now.

Samantha hardly had time to react before the woman placed the cotton ball over her wound. The young fae clenched her jaw, letting out a soft hiss of pain from the stinging that went through her. She knew it was necessary â€" had cleaned up wounds herself numerous times â€" but it didn't make the ache any less so. She barely nodded at the girl's introduction, making a note that her name was Raven. Raven. "Samantha. Sam." She said through her clenched jaw. She allowed the woman to clean her wound, rather pleased that she wasn't becoming dinner but was rather being tended to. She tried not to take offense to the comment on her scent and the comment of what was she. What was she? It was a thing she'd spent five years trying and trying to come to terms with. It was only once she'd met Aiden that she'd started to accept it and embrace the things it meant. "I'm a faerie," She sighed as though it was a burden, even though she hardly felt that way anymore. Some habits were just hard to break. "I was human until a few years ago. Kidnapped. Terribly sacrificed. The works." She looked up at Raven, a small smile breaking out on her features in the hope that the woman would help her relieve some of the tension in the room.

"Aiden..." Samantha caught herself, wracking her brain for the word she'd used to describe him. "Your Alpha, is that what you called him? He's actually never formally introduced himself to me. He found me in the park one night. Took me to see Nadya. That's what she called him, so..." She gave a shrug out of habit, which only made the stinging from the wound increase. "Alpha. That means leader, right? He's the leader of your pack? I had no idea. I just heard Nadya say once that he lived here. I was upset and I wanted to see him. He's been trying to teach me. He said if we're going to get involved, I have to stay safe." The young girl's shoulders slumped a little, disappointment radiating off of her in waves. "Though I suppose that is ruined." She sighed heavily. "Sorry that I invaded your space. It wasn't my intention."