Light golden-brown curls covered the left side of her face, for a moment as she turned her head away not wanting to stare at his naked form. She heard his snort and gradually she would look to him, focusing more on his face than anything else of him. The scent of vomit filled her nostrils and a grimace appeared. As she touched her side, looking at the bullet's graze, the tender flesh would hiss and sizzle as it slowly began to close. Thankfully the bullet was made of lead and not silver, allowing a Were's fast healing capabilities to take hold. A low snort came from her at his words. It was because of him she got grazed, and truly she did not care for his opinion. She could see for herself she would be find and the wound was nothing to worry about- she didn't care for his opinion on this matter. Ignoring the skin patching itself, she felt his proximity to her for closer than what she was comfortable with. Tilting her head upwards, blue-grey eyes met his dark chocolate ones, her own eyes widen when she felt his long fingers snatch the hem of her shirt. She froze on the spot, for only a moment as fear began to crawl down her spine. She did not like males, she couldn't trust him, and she was slowly coming out of her feral minded state, that said otherwise, and so she couldn't react just yet. It was only when her warm scarred pale flesh felt his fingertips graze her intricate scars that her hand snatched his swiftly. Her hold on his hand was gentle, but firm as she took a step back giving them some room. Her words were harshly whispered, a low growl caught in her throat giving the boy a reminder that she was not his.





"No...you cannot touch...only friends, pack, or mate can touch..."





Once more her eyes remained firm on his, ignoring the fact that he was naked and far too closer for her comfort. Gently she would let go of his hand as her other hand moved to place her shirt down covering it up. As he lost interest in her flesh that fear she felt was replaced with puzzlement. As he stepped back from her, folding his arms across his bare chest, she noticed that cautiously look in his eyes. There were many times when her eyes held that same watchful look, she placed it on anyone and everyone that was near her save for a few that she trusted. Though there was no one in this new city that she knew let alone cared to trust. The tendrils of longing for a companion, a friend, a pack-mate continued to take heed as it pulled the strings that would allow the woman to remain on speaking terms with the fellow. Her scarred arms would fold in front of her, her right hand sliding up and down her left arm in a comforting way, for one to touch oneself, to reassure her that she would be okay. Taking him to the place wouldn't be such a problem with him...maybe. Nodding her head, one hand lifted to pull her golden-brown curls from over the left side of her scarred face. Her tone was gentle, but still horse from disuse. Being in the form for more than 48 hours and not talking to anyone really made it difficult for her to sound normal.





"I will show you, I think you'll like the food. There is a lot...enough to make you not so skinny."





Her pink lips would turn upwards giving him a gentle smile before it disappeared as soon as she caught the scent of the immortal creature. Turning sharply on her heel, her head tilts puzzled as to why such a creature had wandered in. She wasn't one that cared to be in their presence. It was natural for her to carry such disdain about them. There was a time when the stories of old said both creatures used to be allies, or enemies, the stories always changed. The only thing that stayed the same was the fact that both creatures were different, and yet it would seem, that was the only thing she needed to heed from those stories. Out of the corner of her eye, she was aware of the male Were's presence near her once more, this time clothed from the torso and downwards. She could feel her skin prickle as she look towards the vampire, running his mouth as his eyes roamed over her. Uncrossing her arms lips pulled back to show her teeth, a natural habit for her species. Storming towards him, her golden curls bounced behind her shoulders as she swiftly brought her hand up and deliberately smacked his face with her open palm. She was standing far too close for him that she would allow, but at this point in time she was angered. It would seem that when a creature was afraid of something, typically there was a flight or fight response and it was obviously to see which one she chose. Seething a low growl rumbled as her cold tone held a sharp edge to it. Cold blue-grey eyes glaring at his own.





"That was for looking at me...and we didn't ask for your help."





She couldn't recall in her animal form if she asked for help, let alone did she expect any to be given to her. Crossing her arms in a hotly manner she felt the WereLeopard brush his elbow against her own as he showed this crumpled up photo. Narrowing her eyes she looked at the glimpse of two boys, noticing that the dark shaggy haired deviant was the very one standing beside her. Though it was the boy with the piercing green eyes got her attention. It would seem that he was looking for him, why she wasn't very sure. For all she knew he could be on a vengeful warpath from some stupid kids game. Weres were very territorial and it was only natural to see males fight over the stupidest things. Ignoring the vampire entirely her own eyes shifted to him, that ice cold glare never lifting on him, not until she looked to the feline shifter. Softly her hoarse voice dripped out slowly, giving the boy her assistance whether he liked it or not.





"I could help...if you wanted me too, maybe after you get some food?"

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven