Mind Your Temper

Eve Macabre (human)


Quinn Davis (werewolf)


Robbie Davis (werewolf)

Eve sighed as she got up in the morning. Her parents yelling downstairs. Her nerves twitched slightly. She just sighed, She was too shy to ever say anything. She got a quick shower, before doing her hair, makeup, and then getting dressed. She dressed and royal blue skinny jeans, a black tank top, with a blue skull on it, some converse, and a skull bow to go with it. She ran a hand through her hair fixing it. She then grabbed her bag, and went outside. She then headed to school. Once there, she grabbed her books from her locker, and tried to head to school. She ignored the people making fun of her. She didn't care. She felt herself tripped, and her books fell out of her hands as she fell to the ground. She winced in pain and gasped. She then growled. She got back up getting her books as well. She then headed to class in a rush. She wiped the dirt from her jeans. She sighed. She then looked around hoping like hell Quinn wasn't there. She really didn't like him at all. He was a jerk. A really big one. She sighed laying her head down.

Michael woke up in the morning and sighed. He felt the dry stick of old blood on him. He smelled it as well. He wrinkled his nose up in distaste. He sighed. He got up and took a well deserved shower. With his mom sick, it kept making him angry, And while he was a wolf his instincts and anger got the better of him. He got back out of the shower. He then dressed in a plain t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. He wore vans as well. He grabbed his binder, and stuffed a pencil in it as well. He then walked into the yard. He got onto his motorcycle, and started towards school like that. He walked into the school, and immediately a smirk filled his features. He started messing around with his friends. They got that Logan girl's locker open, and filled it with foam. He smirked. He wanted to see her reaction when she opened it, He chuckled.

Quinn sat up in bed earlier than usual to find himself uncomfortable in the dry blood that covered his skin. What a night! He thought, as he remembered the proceedings that had happened the night before, though he couldn't help but feel a tight knot of regret in his stomach. It wasn't right that he was killing, but it always felt so good in the heat of the moment when he was trying to get his mind off of things. He got in the shower, a little sore from the running and chasing of the night before. He dressed for school in dark denim jeans and a dark shirt that fit tight around his body. Quinn was never one to arrive early for classes, but the thought of teasing that Eve girl in class again made him strive to get there earlier. There was something about the way that her eyes crinkled and burned when he spoke to her that he couldn't resist; her anger towards him only ignited the flame of doing it more. He was the first into class and he sat there patiently, waiting for her appearance.

Logan woke up to her mother's voice from downstairs, along with the giggling from her younger sister. She quickly sighed to herself that sleep came so quick and ended so fast. She groggily climbed into the shower of her own personal bathroom, everything about the room reading "rich girl." When she had finished with her showering, she dressed in a nice bright-colored dress that would surely catch everyone's eyes; she was the rich girl and she loved the attention. She grabbed her backpack and the chauffeur gave her a ride to school. She strode through the hallways with a confidence that was unprecedented to anyone but her. All eyes were on her, she could tell, and they loved her. She turned the combination of her locker and was surprised by the thick foam that came rushing out, covering her shoes in its stickiness. All of her belongings... ruined. Yes, everyone loved her... except Michael Hayes. She would get him back for that...

Eve made it to class. She then ran a hand through her hair sighing as she saw Quinn Davis. She frowned. She quickly made it to her seat. She sat behind him, so she was tortured endlessly there. She hated him. Well, not hated him, but she disliked him greatly. She looked down at her notebook trying her hardest to ignore him. She didn't even talk loud that's how shy she was. Besides, she really didn't like him. She started to make a drawing gently. She sighed. She heard they had free time and groaned. She played with her lip piercings. She pushed her hair out of her face gently. She heard yells thrown around the room at her. She frowned. She looked up sharply. She had heard the word stupid. She was not stupid. She just didn't like showing out so she kept to B's. Sometimes the occasional A. She heard someone call her fat. She winced. That one always stung. Whether she be an 'emo' 'goth' 'scene fag' girl, she was still a girl, and that one always hurt. She heard someone call her ugly and rolled her eyes.


Michael smirked. He watched as it fell all over her stuff, and on her shoes. He laughed. He always loved annoying her. It was funny. They had this game, that made them go back and forth on pranking each other, and also irritating each other. He smirked and walked by, "Nice shoes Richie." That was his nickname for her. He then got his stuff from his own locker and headed to class. IT was always funny to prank her. She got SOOO mad. It was also SOOO funny. He smirked. He really could careless about school. He was still kind of regretful about that killing. He disliked her. Everyone loved her. Students, Faculty, parents. Everything in between. He just couldn't stand her. She didn't exactly work. She got everything she wanted. She was perfect in everything. He just hated it. He was going to make her regret ever being perfect. She was annoying too. Well, to him anyways.

Quinn smirked devilishly as he spotted her blue hair swaying as she made her way into the classroom just before the bell. He wrinkled his nose as her perfume tickled it with the weirdest of scents as she passed him. He looked her up and down and only rolled his eyes. All black... This was a girl that had serious issues. The teacher had started talking, but Quinn refused to pay attention. He busied himself with thinking of the insults that he would instigate today. There was so much he could say, but he had to find the right things that would make her wither away inside of herself. He didn't know what exactly it was about her that made him have such strong negative feelings for her, but he liked seeing the emotion in eyes. "What's Eve doing today?" He started as soon as the teacher had dismissed them from learning. The kids all turned around to him and snickered as usual. Stupid. Fat. Ugly. The words were music to his ears as they passed, even though he knew they would cause him pain if it were him they were talking about. He didn't care. He hated her for reasons unknown, and he had to do whatever he could to make her feel the same.



Logan kicked off her shoes and huffed in anger, resisting the urge to find Michael and give him a piece of her mind. Foam was too far. Michael had started this annoying game long ago when he started pranking her; her competitive spirit aggressively couldn't help but to fight back when he did so and it just never stopped. Everytime she hated him more. But foam was too far. Foam destroyed her shoes and angered her more than before. "Nice shoes Richie." Michael's voice was right behind her for only a moment before she caught him walking away out of the corner of her eye. Logan huffed. She wanted him to come back here. She wanted to just beat him up and end this rivalry already so she could be left to her gracious life that was so much better without him. Logan debated going home and avoiding the rest of the day but she had more important things to do. Things that included ruining Michael forever. She was the rich girl! She was the one in charge! And he was going to figure that out... or she was going to make his life hell.

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Eve
Eve heard him and refused to let them have the confidence of getting her to back down. She just kep drawing, ignoring every one of them. The teacher helped in calling her ignorance and and calling her little. She was dressed in all black but those were the only clothes she had had at that moment. She looked down. She just wanted to leave. She curled up in her desk. She hear all of then. They were hurting her head. "Shut up:" she mumble as she covered her head. It wasnt fair. She finally got up and ran out of class. She went outside and to the forest. She didnt need this. She winced at the bruises on her arms. She ran into the woods. She saw a hidden waterfall and went here. She went Ito the cave that was behind it. She then change into her dry clothes. She was now I. Blue skiny jeans, a black tank top, but she left her shoes off. She pulled her knees to her chest. She hid her face, her shoulders soon beginning to shake. She smelled of vanilla more than anything, she sniffled and coulsbt help the sobs that racked her body.

Michael smirked. He didnt care what she did to him. His life was hell. Especially since his dad wa gone and his mother was dieing. He ran a hand trough his blonde hair. He then sat down in his seat. He yawned softly. He propped his feet up on a desk. He was used to doing this. The teachers thought he was a lost cause, but he did his homework and made his good grades so it was perfectly fine. He didnt care what rich girl thought of him. She got whatever she wanted when she wanted. Oh, she threw tantrums sometimes too. Her boyfriend was going to dump her today apparently. He laughed. The guy had texted everyone but her and telling them he was going to dump her in front of the whole class. He thought it was somewhat mean but hey. He didnt really car that much. He yawne softly and stretched his muscles popping almos all of then. He saw they were watching a movie and smirked. Richie sat in front of him. He laughed evily to himself.

"Shut up." Quinn heard her mumble behind him, but he still couldn't stop the insults. He liked to think that this was bothering her as she had so often bothered him with her sweet perfume and blue eyes behind him. Did she feel any of the hate for him that he felt for her? He hoped so. Quinn was the instigator though, not the followers, so he sat back with a smirk as he listened to all of the vulgar insults that the other students came up with. Man, they were creative with the things they said! When he had finally led a rebellion that pushed her past her limit, he smirked at the way that she retreated from the room. Where she went at times like this, he wasn't sure but part of him was dying to find out. Was she able to just forget all of this when she left or did she think about the hate? Part of him always felt the urge to chase after her. Was it from regret? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was quite satisfied with himself when he could get her to retreat like that... But what was that other feeling?!



Logan sighed to herself as she had to give in and follow after Michael to their first class. She felt like a puppy dog for doing so, following in after him. She would not be a puppy dog to any Michael Hayes. No, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom as the bell rang, not really worried of being tardy since the teacher loved her. Anyways, James, her boyfriend, was in there, and she had to look perfect for him. She held her head high when she finally made her way into the classroom and kept her eyes fixed on Michael, looking in such a way that it seemed he wasn't even there to her. She took a seat by James as they started a movie, scooting the desk closer to them so that they could touch a little more during it. Sensing a little reluctance, she looked up into James' face, only to find him struggling with himself. He stood up then. "Look, Logan..." He started. "I don't want to be with you anymore! You're too clingy and snobby! And your little pranks with Hayes? I just can't take it!" Logan looked at him as the sobbing started. If this was Michael's doing he was going to pay. She wasnnot those things that he said to her! Was she? She took off out of the room and left school through one of the side doors, not knowing or caring where she was headed. If this was Michael's attack, he had just advanced on her past the point of no return. This was war.

She sobbed until there was nothing left to sob about. She sniffed wiping her face and redoing her makeup. She then fixed her lip rings. She rubbed her cheeks free of tears. She waited until lunch time before she went back to the school. She saw her friend, Al, and went over. She saw him look at her and then give her a hug. She just melted into it. She then grabbed a water and headed for their little abandoned table. Quinn liked to sit with them to annoy her. She turned her sapphire eyes down. She heard Al ask who did it. She looked up and her eyes slid to Quinn for a second before looking back down. She felt him try to get up. "Don't..." She murmured. "It will only start a fight." Al didnt listen to her and went over to Quinn. He pushed him and said, "Dude what's your problem?" He frowned. He then said, "Have fun torturing a person in first period today!?" He asked annoyed. Eve watched dismayed that he was doing that. She then mumbled, "He's not worth it!" Al ignored her again. She sighed watching. She bit her pink lip; inthe area that her lip piercings weren't.

Michael smirked and watched the movie boredly. He looked up when James started it. He watched. "Don't put my name in there, Healdin!" He said using James' last name. He watched as the girl ran out sobbing. He just watched. He hadnt done this. James had. He yawned softly. He then sighed. Someone should go see if she was alright. He was bored in class so he might as well. Besides it would be no fun if she isn't prank him. He got up and left. He followed her scent. He stood behind her and siad, "Hey." He raised an eyebrow as he waite for a reply. His hand went into his pockets. He heard her sobs and sighed. He got a tissue from his pocket and handed It to her. The only thing he wouldn't do. He wouldn't make someone cry intentionally. He just couldn't do it. He wouldn't. Couldn't. It made him want to just apologize and or make someone feel better when they cried. Why couldn't he be heartless?!

Quinn smelled her come back before he saw her. Her scent was forever stuck to tickling his nostrils and he always was more aware when the scent came around. She looked quite heartbroken when she came in during lunch, and Quinn didn't exactly know how to decipher his feelings. Was he happy that he had made her cry? Or was he upset? "Have fun torturing a person in first period today?!" Quinn could only muster up a smirk as he heard Al accuse him. God, he was relentless at defending Eve. Didn't he get it that Quinn didn't care. "What's it to you, Al?" He asked right back. "Got a crush maybe?" That shut him up pretty quick, though his silence didn't make him feel any better. "How?!" He asked, quite surprised. "How can you have any feelings for that?!" Quinn glanced over at Eve again and she was resting her head on the table. Now his emotions were all confused.



Logan didn't know where to go, so she hid herself along the one side wall of the building and buried her head in her hands. Everything that she had put value in was seemingly falling apart. Was she still beautiful? Did any of that even matter anymore? "Hey?" She heard the hated familiar voice and only sobbed harder as his voice spurred on all of the emotions that she was biting a whole in her lip trying to suppress. When he threw a tissue over her shoulder and into her lap, she turned to face him. "What are you doing here?!" He looked slightly taken aback. Did he not expect her to be moody after he had caused her so much pain like this. "I just thought you shouldn't be alone." She rolled her eyes. "I. Hate. You." She responded. "What part of that can you not understand? I get it - you win! If this was what you were aiming for - to make my life miserable - then you did it; congratulations!" Logan couldn't take it anymore. Michael's games had gone too far now. "I didn't do this to you, Richie!" He said, but she wasn't listening. She was sobbing to hard and debating running away. She wanted to get away... from Michael, from James... from life!

He narrowed his eyes and said, "How!? You haven't even gotten to know her! Much less try to actually be nice to her!" He replied. He then sighed and said, "go to hell Quinn. You're a jerk and a fucking idiot." He then turned about to leave when Quinn punched him. He growled an punched back this time not caring. He growled and went for another one. Eve saw then fighting, she frowned. She got up gently and went over and touched his arm making him stop but not Quinn. She turned to face him using a lunch tray to protect her from getting it. It didnt do much but make her stomach hurt as of she'd really been punched. That made Al more. Eve held her stomach and winced almost doubling over in pain. She coughed. She winced standing back up again. The principal helped Al to his office and made Quinn take Eve to the nurse. She shook her head but a bit of blood seeped from between her lips. She felt glared on her. She didnt do anything!

Michael watched her and said, "Yeah? I didn't do it!!" He yelled frowning. He ran a hand trough his hair. He watched her run and sighed. "That was all James!" He then turned and looked at the woods. He then shook his head and went back into te school as he began to think. He ran a hand through his hair again. He went into the building. He sat back down and yawned. He then finally was a bit perky when Lunch can around. He then smirked and got alot of food to eat. He yawned as he started to eat. He yawned softly. He ate alot of his food. He then talked to his friends. He wa at the popular table. A bunch of girls, because richie wasnt here, sat at the Table.

Quinn did feel exactly like a jerk and an idiot when the principal had to come in and stop the fight that was taking place. It was only then that he noticed Eve standing beside him, writhing in a pain that he had obviously dispensed. A weird sorrow had set in as he understood that he had went too far. He had let the white anger of the wolf within out and he had hurt Eve. Why was he even fighting Al anyways? What did it matter what he thought of him? Or even Eve for that matter? Eve looked pretty beaten up besides the earlier crying and everything, and Quinn felt guilty as he had to walk her to the nurse. "I'm sorry!" He finally mustered up the courage to say to her. "No you aren't. You never are!" She answered as she left him standing there outside the nurse's office.



Logan sighed as she kept walking deeper away from the school and into the bordering woods. She just needed to get away... Forget about James. Hell, more importantly, forget about Michael Hayes. She hated him, and if he were smart he'd leave her alone. The woods seemed like a good option for getting away. Maybe if she was lucky, she would be eaten by a wild animal. Would anyone even care? She was the rich girl, but did anyone even care really for anything more than that? She wasn't sure... Logan hoped the woods could be her salvation from all of that...

Eve walked to the nurse. Hearing his words she shook her head and whispered, "No you aren't. You never are. You don't care. "She then went into the nurse's office. Once there, she let the nurse patch her up. She winced. She came out later. SHe then went to 7th period Gym. She frowned, and got into shorts, and a tank. She put her hair up into a bun. She then went in there. She saw they were divided into teams, and joined the one that she was told to. She saw Quinn on the other team and sighed. They were playing dodge ball, then soccer. She was good at soccer, but not dodge ball. She was good at the dodging part, but not the throwing part. She hugged her thin body, and shivered. It was cold in the gym. She heard them say start and gulped. Her eyes widening as she saw people throwing balls at her. She dodged, ducked, moved out of the way, jumped up. She did everything so she wouldn't get hurt from the balls. Her bruises that lined her arms were in view now.


Michael went outside during his study hall. He then morphed into a wolf. He howled softly. He then smiled and ran into the woods happily, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he did so. He ran around happily. He scented Richie. He sniffed her out. He found her and stood in front of her his head going to the side, as he studied her. His eyes as a wolf were the color of gold. He had emerald streaks in his eyes as well. He sniffed her. He then barked at her gently. HE didn't growl, nor did he snarl. His coat was a brownish streaked with blonde. He barked at her again. He waited for something. Her reaction....a scream....a pat on thehead maybe?

Quinn was a little hurt as he walked away from the nurse's office and went to his next class which happened to be gym. Was she right? Did he not care? He just prayed to god that she wasn't back in time for gym. Dodge ball didn't seem like such a good idea for her as she had already been hurt enough for one day. Quinn gathered a dodge ball team of most of his fellow werewolves which accounted for much brute strength - though they couldn't showcase their full potential if they didn't want to hurt somebody. That made him think about the killing that night and he sighed a little. Where had all of these confused emotions come from?! It wasn't long before the scent met his nose and his eyes searched the room for where she was. She couldn't possibly be playing! But she was, and of course she was on the opposite team. He thought maybe he had gone to far with all of his bullying, even if he hated her, and regretted it. Unfortunately now he was in a bad position to help end that bullying. It came to only the two of them facing off, as he had stopped her from being hit by ad much power as he could from the opposite team. He raised his arms in surrender. "Hit me." He said.



It wasn't long before Logan realized that she wasn't alone in the forest. There were two liquid gold eyes dancing in the depths of a bush, but she wasn't sure what it was exactly, or how big. She turned away for only a minute and ended up face to face with a huge brown wolf. His bark made her jump, but she stayed there. She wasn't sure what made her unafraid, but she was abnormally calm in such a situation. When he barked again, she was startled, but not scared by any means. "C'mon!" She finally complained. "Just fucking attack and kill me now. Feast on me! I don't care, I don't want to live anymore!" She approached the wolf, hoping that he would get the picture if he didn't speak her language. He took steps backwards in rhythm with hers forward. Finally, she deemed it useless and fell to her knees on a rock. "What do you want?" He approached her slowly, sniffing her out and she couldn't resist the urge to run her fingers over his soft fur. "I always wanted a dog!" She said as she rubbed the fur between the wolf's ears and under his chin. "Bet my parents would flip if I brought you home! You wouldn't like it there anyway. I'm too clingy and bitchy.... You won't tell though, will you?" She laid her head against the warm fur on his neck and could almost see the slight shake of his head.

Eve tried her best to dodge the hits thrown at her. She saw she was the last one on her team and groaned. Her stomach hurt, and she was starting to cough. A frown came over her features seeing who was the last person on the other team. She picked up a ball and threw it at him. It went right past him. She sucked at throwing. She felt other people pouding her with balls from her team. She winced. She tehn cringed back. She then mumbled, "I can't." She really couldnt'. She was trying, but none of them hit him. It was frustrating. She finally threw a ball at someone else on the sidelines getting annoyed with being hit. SHe saw it miss and sighed. She frowned. She then threw another ball at Quinn. She sighed. IT wouldn't hit him! Goddammit! She frowned. She then sighed and kicked one. She then stepped out of bounds ending the game. She was glad it was done. Now they were doing soccer. She lit up a bit. She used to do soccer all the time. She was good at that one. She tied her converse again. She felt someone hit her back and gasped in pain. She winced. She saw it was one of Quinn's friends. She didn't even know he was a werewolf. She frowned scooting away from him as he seemed to sniff her. She didn't like that. She may of smelled like vanilla, but he didn't have to be a creep about it. She went on her way biting her pink lips. She messed with her piercings again. She waited for the coach to say start.


Michael sniffed her a bit. He heard her say to kill her. He raised an eyebrow seeming more human like than he should've. He blinked when her hands were between his ears. He kind of liked it. Heheard her say dog, and seemed to look at her as if she were kidding. He then gave a soft whine. He layed his head down on her lap. He liked the feel of her lap. It was soft, adn warm. He gave a big yawn. It was more canine like that he had expected. He then felt her stroking his fur. It felt good. It felt like warm honey going down a sore throat. He heard her words, and barked out a laugh. He couldn't help it. He shook his head. HE then curled his body up. He lifted his head up a bit and licked her cheek. He then sneezed his sneeze going into her hair. Jeez she smelled like daisies or something. He shook his head furiously, trying to get the smell out. He soon began sneezing alot. His nose slightly snotty. He needed a tissue. He looked up at her, his nose wrinkled as he tried not to let the snot go down his nose. It was itchy.

Quinn couldn't help but smirk a little as he realized how bad of a throw she had. There was nothing he could do to help her, but how badly he wanted to see forgiveness in her eyes for what he had put her through. That wasn't right though; he didn't deserve her forgiveness. Quinn was extremely happy when they started playing soccer instead of dodge ball. Along with noticing everything wrong about her before, he had also realized that she was quite athletic and he knew she would be safe when she played that instead. It was stupid that he was even worried about making it up to her. After all, she was just a human - a human that he indeed hated. She meant nothing to him except mean thoughts and a guilty conscience. Soccer, at least, at least wasn't that bad. At least he got to expel some of that energy that he had to keep pent up all day during school. The release of it was like a high that was unexplainable unless you were a werewolf and understood it. How badly he longed to go for a run.



Logan didn't know how it happened exactly, but somehow she ended up cuddled to the wolf. She had expected him to eat her or at least attack her, so she was pretty sure that this was the most mellow werewolf in history. His warmth was radiating to her and keeping her warm as she shivered from the shade of the trees hiding the afternoon sun. She raked her fingers through his soft fur and nuzzled her cheek into its softness. The wolf was sneezing up a storm and she couldn't help but giggle. "Wolfie got some allergies, hmmm?" She teased and twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. "Sorry, it's strawberry. I guess wolves don't like strawberries?" She rubbed her finger over his wet nose as if to make her point. Then she traced her fingers up his snout and back down again. She had rarely been allowed to have pets at home - except a few boring goldfish that went belly-up before the week was over - so she enjoyed the friendship. It was like having a friend that you always had to confide in, and there no doubt that they would keep it a secret. "You're not vet vicious are you?" She asked, and her bad mood slowly dissipated as she was surrounded by the warmth of her new friend.

Eve was so happy when they were playing soccer. She was better at kicking than than throwing anyways. She got the ball in less time than she had expected. She dodged around people, breaking their defensive line. She then kicked the ball to the goal, and watched as it went in. She smiled smally. SHe bit her lip. She looked back, seeing everyone astonished. She blushed. SHe could run, and kick. That was it for her athletic achievments, besides her being in Gymnastics, and swimming. She ran a hand through her hair. She bit her lip again. She then went back, as the coach said it was a point to their team. She then played a bit before her stomach began hurting her too much. SHe noticed it was time to go. She heard the bell. She went into the locker room and changed into her skinny jeans and tank top. She then rushed out. SHe headed out to the woods. She was NOT going home until it was absolutely necessary. She bit her lip harshly. She knwe she should go home. She usualy just cried in her room or soemthing. SHe had to let it out someway. She had been bullied beyond belief in the locker room. She didn't notice Quinn following her. She made it to the waterfall. SHe then disappeared inside the cave. She put her bookbag down. She sat down as well and pulled her knees to her chest. A small tear was already falling. SHe wiped it away furiosuly.


Michael was comfy like that. He nuzzled closely to her. He was glad to share his warmth. He knew he shouldn't be doing that at all. She smelled like strawberries. He was alergic to strawberries. Shit. He then felt her wipe his nose, and it twitched. He then laid his head down on her again. He heard him say vet vicious. He nodded furiously. He was not going to a vet. They were not going to neuter him! He shuddered. He then curled up on her happily. He licked her face a few times happily. He smiled. He then got up hearing something. He barked suddely. He then saw it was a squirrel and his wolf instict took over. He started to chase it, his tongue going out of his mouth. A Playful growl came out of his mouth as he chased it. He finally caught it. He didn't do anything. THe squirrel decieded to have a stare down with him. He then watched as the squirrel blinked after a while. He then barked again and went back to Richie. He curled up again, and popped his neck. He was happy. He curled up,a dn snuggled close to her. His ears were pricked for any predators, or prey.

Quinn was amazed at the way that she played soccer. Looking at her small frame, he didn't expect her to be as good as she was, but she surprised him. Even after all of that, he still felt guilty for he what he had been doing to her, but he couldn't just go up and apologize to her. That hadn't worked out so great the first time... He noticed the way that she was headed after gym and persisted in following her. He stayed just far enough behind her to the point where her scent was faint when he reached the trail. As soon as the woods were enough covering for him, he morphed into a large wolf. He was bigger than most in the pack and had a thick fur that was midnight black with purple accents. His eyes were the same liquid gold as all werewolves' were. He followed behind her at that same pace, making himself overly aware. He didn't need Michael Hayes, his hunting partner for the previous nights, or any other wolf for that matter, stumbling upon her and hurting her. That wouldn't exactly do well for settling his conscience about her. What was happening?! He was a werewolf and she was a puny human, so what did it matter if she was hurt? Quinn shook his head as he didn't understand what he was doing and continued to follow her until she reached a light waterfall. Was he supposed to follow her under it or leave her alone?



Logan watched and giggled as the brown wolf that was with her pounced from on her lap and started chasing the light squirrel hat had made the mistake of making its presence known to him. "Gosh! Don't kill him!" She called to him as she watched him prance away and howl. The wolf came back to her and she said, "Good boy." Logan still wondered where the wolf was supposed to be and why he was with her. Was he keeping her around for his dinner? Still, she couldn't bring herself to fear him. She laid her head back into his fur and ran her fingers through it, spending time carefully unknotting the tangles because they bothered her. She wondered about if they bothered him. Then her phone began to ring, but she ignored it at first. It was probably just her parents wondering where she was, but she wasn't exactly ready to go back to civilization. She liked her solitude; she liked cuddling with this big wolf who was eagerly sharing his warmth with her.

Eve gulped down warm breaths. She tried not to continue. She bit her jacket as she began to sob again. She couldn't help it. She began to sob, her teeth disconnecting from her jacket, as she hid her face. The tears fell heavily against her face. She sniffled. She looked up as a raven black wolf walked in. His eyes that vibrant gold. She hiccuped and started crying again. She wiped at her eyes. She looked at the wolf, and mumbled, "What?? You hate me too? Go ahead! Do you w-worst." She soon began to cry. She pulled him over and buried her face in his neck fur, as she began to cry hot, wet tears again. She curled up hiding her face as she cried. "Eat, me o-or just k-kill me. Put me out of my misery.' She sobbed out. She sniffled. She just wanted to die. "Home is Hell, School is Hell, no one in the school likes me but one person...and...and....I started my period! and everything is just awkward! "She cried out, her arms tightening around his furand strong neck. She felt him nuzzle her neck, and just cried into his fur. "I don't like being along." She cried, She then mumbled, "I-i don't want too be l-lonely anymore." She laid her head on his back gently. A sad look on her face, as the hot tears fell down her face. She sniffled. She then mumbled, "Don't leave me." She closed her teary eyes another sob coming up. She couldn't help it. Her shoulders shook, as did her small, frail, body.

Michael came back and barked down at her. He shook his fur a bit.He then paced a bit before curling into a ball circling as he felt Logan get back onto his fur. He felt her untangling the knots in his fur. It just reappeared knotting itself back together. He was used to this. the tangles never came out, and stayed like that. Even in real life his hair would curl back up. He sniffed her then licked her face. He then laid his head down, and whined. He then curled up as he felt her do so. He then yawned again. He heard her phone ringing, and winced hearing it. He then growled at it. He barked at the cell phone and growled. he took it out of her pocket, and sniffed it. He didn't like it., Something about the noise it was making was annoying him deeply. He growled gently at it again. He sniffed it. he then took it in his mouth and then spit it back out, and growled. He put it back down and went to step on it again. He then tried to put the cell phone back in his mouth and tried to chew on it. He chewed on it, and eventually got it to crack. He then tried to gnaw on it again.

It was when he heard her sobs from underneath the crashing waters of the waterfall that he approached. All he wanted was for her not to be sad. For this to not be his fault. He climbed into the warm water of the pond beneath the waterfall and waded in until he could no longer stand but had to swim. As soon as reaching the cave behind, his fur retracted and was dry instantly. Being a werewolf had its infrequent perks... He heard her say to kill her.. To eat her... He felt uneasy that she was so unhappy in her life. It wasn't just his fault was it? No, she gave him the answer to that before long and he ended up entangled in her body as she felt comfort in something she could hold on to. She was a loner, she explained in incoherent thoughts. He had always thought that that was just her way. He thought that she had made herself a loner and didn't care. Any girl who dressed like that was obviously asking for it. The bullying and crap that had come from it was her fault... Wasn't it?! He nuzzled into her, wanting the tears to stop. As her body shook, he felt like crap and he began to growl. He wasn't mad, but he was upset, and his upset made him annoyed. All he wanted was her to stop. He wanted to just scream at get, "Stop crying! You're fine! You're beautiful, and you're not alone..."



Logan was quite fine with ignoring her phone for the moment. She wanted to forget about civilization and stay cuddled in the warmth that this wolf was giving off. The wolf, it seemed though, wasn't so content with listening to the vibrating and ringing of the incoming calls. One... Two... Maybe three calls. Who had been calling her, she wasn't sure but she didn't care. The wolf's snout went to the denim lining of her jeans as he wrestled with the tight material. It took him awhile, but he removed the phone from her pocket. "Hey, what are you doing?" She asked as he started to gnaw on it. She was quite sure that he wouldn't do much damage though - the phone had been nearly indestructible for the past year. It was when she heard the cracking that she became slightly annoyed and curious at who exactly was calling her. He spit it back out and she looked down. Still, in the cracked phone that had lost its ability to produce sound, she could see the name that was flashing on he color-id: James. She wondered what he had wanted. "Really, James?" She asked, though now she regretted losing her phone to the steel jaw of the wolf. "What? Michael put you up to breaking up with me and now you're going to come crawling back?" She felt a knot in her stomach about it. She wanted to know what he was going to say, but now she wouldn't until later. Still, she couldn't bring herself to leave the wolf. And most of all, she hated Michael Hayes...

Eve soon stopped crying, but the sadness was still there. She stroked his fur gently. She eventually started playing with his ears. She noticed he didn't like that, because he nipped at her hand. She looked down at him gently. She reached forward pressing her lips to his ear, then making her teeth go into it very gently. She tugged on it gently. She then kissed his head. She wiped at her tears, knowing her make-up was smeared most likely. She laid herhead on his own, as she shut her eyes. She lifted her hand to stroke his fur gently. She shut her eyes pulling her knees to her chest. She felt comforted at this. "You're a good wolf aren't you?" She whispered. She nuzzled his head. She heard the growl, but knew she wasn't going to let go anytime soon. She choose to be alone. She liked the way she dressed, and liked the stuff just like everyone did. "I just want to be accepted." She whispered. Her jacket was covering her wrists. She looked down at the wolf. "You're accepted. If you aren't you should be. Just because you're coat is black, and not brown or white, doesn't mean you aren't a wolf. IT just means you're the way you are." She whispered softly. SHe kissed his snout gently, not caring. Her vanilla scent engulfed him. She just held on. She was dry of tears at the moment.

He heard her, but kept at it. He growled at it. Dammit it was hurting his head. He finally got it in his mouth and cracked it further until he broke it. He then spit out the pieces whimpering from the bad taste. A whine came out. His ears went flat on his head, as he seemed to lay his head down on his paws. He looked up at her, his eyes puppy dog eyes. He then looked back down. He closed his eyes, looking sad. Michael really hadn't done it. He hadn't planned it, or anything. He sneezed again. He just looked up at her with adorable eyes. His eyes were strikingly similar. He then loooked down feeling like a bad dog or something. He then whined again. He liked her touch. It was warm to him. He then moved closer and laid his head down in her lap, turnign his big eyes upward to look at her, a whine coming out. He then looked bakc down, and nuzzled her neck with his head. He went back to laying his head on her lap. He kept looking at her, with those burning eyes, that held a bit of saddness, and then there was the part where he looked sweet, adn cute. He was nice, just when people weren't jackasses.