[The moment he kills the camera, Allison's resolve falters.
She shifts before she starts tracking him.
It's like armor now, letting the wolf rise in her face and hands (and, thanks to some instruction from Deucalion, even her feet when Julia isn't around to be bothered by the reminder of Kali). Being an inmate stripped her of most of her strength, some of her agility, and nearly all of her ability to heal. Intimidation is her only defense, her fangs and claws the only weapons she's got left to protect herself.
Her heart wants to trust him...but the wolf has been beaten too often, and demands some form of protection.
Within twenty minutes, she's found the triskelion. She tests the air for his scent...
She allows herself one minute to cry, joyful tears spilling from golden eyes, because he smells like Lydia...like pack.
It's another fifteen before she catches up to him...as he's moving, there's a rustle in the brush before she steps out into the path behind him. She's fully shifted, brow thick and jaw dusted with fine but longer hair leading right up to the pointed ears that hold the rest of her hair away from her face.
As she watches him, her features are the first to shift, returning to their human form again. A moment later, the fangs disappear as she steps carefully closer, and finally the claws vanish, leaving her eyes glowing gold as she stares at him with open interest and unabashed awe.]
You...you're really not McCall. You're... [She trails off, nostrils flaring, desperate for the scent of pack again.
She can smell Lydia in there. She can smell his concern his fear...his love.
The tears spring anew in her eyes as she covers her mouth with one hand. It hurts, it actually hurts to feel this much joy, this much hope...it's more than even a werewolf can contain.
It's enough to make her forget, at least for a moment, that she was ever afraid of anything.]
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She shifts before she starts tracking him.
It's like armor now, letting the wolf rise in her face and hands (and, thanks to some instruction from Deucalion, even her feet when Julia isn't around to be bothered by the reminder of Kali). Being an inmate stripped her of most of her strength, some of her agility, and nearly all of her ability to heal. Intimidation is her only defense, her fangs and claws the only weapons she's got left to protect herself.
Her heart wants to trust him...but the wolf has been beaten too often, and demands some form of protection.
Within twenty minutes, she's found the triskelion. She tests the air for his scent...
She allows herself one minute to cry, joyful tears spilling from golden eyes, because he smells like Lydia...like pack.
It's another fifteen before she catches up to him...as he's moving, there's a rustle in the brush before she steps out into the path behind him. She's fully shifted, brow thick and jaw dusted with fine but longer hair leading right up to the pointed ears that hold the rest of her hair away from her face.
As she watches him, her features are the first to shift, returning to their human form again. A moment later, the fangs disappear as she steps carefully closer, and finally the claws vanish, leaving her eyes glowing gold as she stares at him with open interest and unabashed awe.]
You...you're really not McCall. You're... [She trails off, nostrils flaring, desperate for the scent of pack again.
She can smell Lydia in there. She can smell his concern his fear...his love.
The tears spring anew in her eyes as she covers her mouth with one hand. It hurts, it actually hurts to feel this much joy, this much hope...it's more than even a werewolf can contain.
It's enough to make her forget, at least for a moment, that she was ever afraid of anything.]