ＷＩＴＨＯＵＴ ＰＲＯＴＥＣＴＩＯＮ (ｗｅｒｅｗｏｌｆ ｘ ｈｕｍａｎ)

[E.urka]

- Tyler Creed - 19 - Werewolf - Tags; Andrew, Pack house -

Tyler looked up at her, tilting his head slightly. watching her expressions as he told her the story of his life. When she asked about the bathroom he felt a little grateful that she wasn't going to harp on about it right now, clearly it was more of a touchy subject. He nodded
"Yeah, follow me"
He stood up walking towards the stairs, thankfully there wasn't too many stairs so she could probably manage. When he got to the stop of the stairs he reached for a door nob, twisting it open and pushing the door open, revealing a medium sized, but very cozy and simple room. The walls were painted a soft green tone, the floors matching the rest of the pack house. On one side of the wall a small dark brown desk was tucked into the nook of the wall, A few small wolf carvings lay there, along with a carving knife, some other tools and a currently un finished project. On the other wall was a small three level bookshelf lined with old books with leather bindings with native titles on the outside, a light brown Gibson acoustic guitar was propped up on a stand right beside the shelf. A made bed sat across from the bookshelf, a knitted wool quilt was threw over the top of it, this was a treasured gift from his mother. Next to the bed was a small end table with a lamp and a framed photograph of Tyler, his brother Tyson and his mother sitting together when they were about five- Big smiles stretched across all their faces- Tyler's eyes brown.
Tyler looked at Drew and made a hand gesture into the door- He was pointing to another door that was inside the room, a bathroom. "It's in there" he told her, turning around and walking back down the stairs and walking over to the window in the living area, the snow falling thick now. He was quite now, his past kept playing in his mind, a frown stayed pressed on his lips, almost afraid of what the girl would bring up next when she came back down.

(sorry, kinda short >.<

[Tate.]

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| 19 years old | male | Species - Werewolf | tags;; Evelyn|
"ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅｓ, ｗｈｏ ｗｅｒｅ ｂｏｒｎ ｔｏ ｃａｒｒｙ ｏｎ."
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And once more the tug of boredom was overwhelming. Jagger was one who not only couldn't sit still, but remain on a topic for long. But her questions brought him a little amusement, he liked her, he had to admit, he liked how she gave him the best questions to answer. It was like she was begging for him to answer to irrelevance, keeping things interesting, Jagger thought to himself. The girl seemed more weary by the moments passing, and while it was truly bad for him in his situation, he still couldn't help it. Jagger couldn't stop himself from being a little too honest. He could have been nicer, he realized now, but he didn't really think she would trust him any more if he had lied through his teeth the entire time, only saying things she would want to hear. It was more interesting to watch her eyes linger on him, curious.

"Hey." Jagger stated, though it wasn't as forceful as he had intended as the girl reached up, taking a piece of his hair between her fingers. He didn't really pull back, he just watched her cautiously. Of course, his hair was white as snow, something that was strange he would admit. But it was genetic, while his mother and father both had dark hair, Jagger, his brother, and his grandfather all had hair that was stark white. Though, Jagger was the only one in the family with such green eyes. He, before he was turned into what his is, had dull greenish gray eyes before, they changed though, afterwards. The whole wolf thing, he could understand, was something one has to really see to believe. But he really didn't think that baring fangs and growling was the best way to make this girl trust him. Then again it was always an option. Scared straight, one might say. Yet, despite the amusing thought there must be other ways, though they couldn't be that subtle. "You happy now?" Jagger asked as she let go. So, she proved herself wrong, not that Jagger was going to be rude and rub that in her face, no, he wasn't that rude all the time. With a small sigh of derision Jagger let himself remain calm, despite the very thought of her touching him made him feel uneasy, almost sick.

"While I am sexy as hell," Jagger said, twisting her words in a bemusingly beneficial way, "It's rather irrelevant. I know a lot about you, actually, I should know more. But, I'm pretty lazy and to be honest reading your file was boring me half to death." Jagger sighed, the file, still in his pocket, actually rather uncomfortable as it stabbed him slightly. The papers were thick, on paper that didn't so much fold as they did bend. It was irritating, Jagger skimmed the thing a few times, for a name, a crime, a face, he didn't care enough about a history, about her love life, hell, the thing even had some information on her financial well being. Though, Jagger wasn't one who really read a lot of things when he should, like warning labels, that one had got him in trouble once. Who knew non-dairy creamer was flammable? Jagger sure as hell didn't. He had almost burned down a convenience store thanks to that and a series of unfortunate events. No matter what he told himself, he really wasn't that terribly lucky.

"So, you see." Jagger stated, tone bored and honesty not caring. "There are these... well these people." Jagger gestured a little. "They watch me and my kind and you and your kind and all, it's really quite complex and I don't care enough to elaborate. So, lets say they are comparable to the FBI. And they told me to make sure you're alive as long as you are under the radar for setting your boys house ablaze. It's my punishment, your savior." Jagger stated, sounding extremely bored, he hated this whole conversation, why couldn't she just accept he was here to help her. He realized that he probably was just being more confusing but he didn't care. He was getting really restless. "I'm here to protect you, so you don't get killed, or worse." Jagger stated.

"And, to get this out of the way about the whole 'standards' thing. I have killed a few people. And a few not people...." Jagger trailed off. Human, wolf, a vamp maybe if he remembered correctly. Jagger had a solid lock on how many he had killed, for a guy without much of a conscience he could remember every single one of their faces. But that was really starting to get away from the point. "And, well, obviously I've had my share of starting fires and such, but... well." He shrugged. "They only caught me once. They caught you, or, almost caught you, on your first try. That's pretty sad, don't you think?" Jagger asked, he brushed the whole conversation off as casual. Not like he was going to mention anything more. Not like he would tell her about how it haunted him, not tell her about the exact people he had killed. He shook his head, pushing the thought away.

Now, bullet wounds.... Well... Of course, Jagger had a massive bite scar on his left forearm, multiple scars covering most his body actually, he was, after all, a street fighter. But, bullet wounds? He thought he did. In fact, he was sure of it. He nodded. "Yeah, I've been shot a few times, two times left a scar." He stated, though he didn't really specify where. A bullet scar over his heart and one in his shoulder, he was just lucky they hadn't been silver. Stupid police back in Detroit.

Jagger hesitated on his reply, being the now reasonable distance from her he kicked the dirt a little, looking down at his feet. He rolled his eyes and shrugged and acted completely nonchalant, but he had to admit the girl had a point. Scary guy coming out of nowhere, offering protection, and he hadn't even told her the living arrangement. Jagger wasn't used to this. Nothing like this in fact. There was always a go and no go, never a gray, and he realized that that was what he was coming to. He had to find the gray and convince her, without hurting her, without threatening her, because that would defy the entire endevour. He was almost lost at what he was doing, feeling childish, but he could figure it out.

The white haired males life always went he had to shove and push to get his way and he wasn't actually sure now why he had to toss himself into this situation. It was ridiculous, but he felt almost shameful, almost felt bad for the fact the girl was stuck with him, but the feeling passed quickly.

((literally so bad I'm sorry))

[exixst]

Evelyn frowned. No, she was not happy. She was confused. Never had she seen such white hair before, but perhaps it really was real. With a small hum of reply, but with no actual words, she decided she'd just have to settle for what she'd discovered. His eyes were strange, as well. Greener than any kind of apple she'd seen before, and definitely sharp enough to shut her up with the right kind of glare. She couldn't help but wonder if they glowed in the dark. To her, it seemed like it could happen. But it's not like she was gonna go poking around in his eye to see if he had contacts in. That might actually hurt him, and while Evie didn't have any fondness for the fellow before her, she didn't want to stab her finger in his eye unless she had a good reason to. Curiosity didn't cut it. Maybe if he pulled a knife on her and tried to carve the heart out of her chest, then she'd poke his eye and see if she messed up his nonexistent colored contact lens. But, honestly, she'd rather not have to resort to being attacked to have that happen. So, for now, she was just gonna let it go. If it really bothered her in the future, she'd ask him. But not right now.

When he changed the meaning of her words, her first reaction was to correct him. She even opened her mouth, but stopped herself before any sound came out. What was even the point? She couldn't lie, the boy before her wasn't terrible looking. He had an attractive face, with that certain stature that seemed to be fit for that of a fearless person. Was she going to admit that out loud? No, of course not. But it was just a simple fact that he had attractive features to his face, and she wasn't going to try and deny it. There was no harm in recognizing a person's beauty, and it didn't mean anything. It's not like she wanted to completely smother him in love and affection just because he was a good looking guy. She wasn't that pathetic. And, honestly, even if she had the temptation to touch him that much, she figured she'd wind up with an unplanned wound in her gut or something. He didn't seem like the type to accept hugs anymore than she was the type to give them. "My... file? Oh... well that explains a couple things..." She had a file... that was news. Who had written this file? And why did he have it, and not someone else? "Well, I apologize that my file was boring to you. I'll make it up to you with stupid sarcasm and intentional rudeness." The corners of her lips twitched, and she shrugged lightly. Though, she just couldn't help but ask after a second... "Can I see my file? Do you have it with you?" She raised both brows in question, wondering was what all known about her. Surely she wouldn't be able to discover something she didn't already know, unless maybe it said the location of her mother or whatnot, but that information wasn't going to help her, anyway. She didn't want to lay eyes on the woman ever again. Evelyn didn't even miss her, honestly, but instead was glad she left. Had she not left, she'd probably just been a terrible mother, anyway.

Evie struggled to understand what he meant, but it made some sense. She was mostly stuck on the 'how', rather than the 'what' at this point. How could some 'people' have watched over her for so long, when she wasn't even on social media? It was a bit creepy, honestly, but now she was starting to realize that it was probably easier to just accept it and move on. Though, his bored, halfhearted tone was a bit irritating. What had he been expecting her to do? Just agree and play along with his little proposal? Was the fact that she wasn't one hundred percent certain about this boring to him? Well, that really sucked for him, then. "Savior, huh?" She repeated, still not sure how she felt about that. It was better than what she'd thought he was, and that had been a killer here to, well, kill her. But, still, it was strange. He didn't look like the type who would ever give a damn about someone else, but if he was stuck with her and she was stuck with him, that must have meant that he didn't have a choice. "So I take it you're supposed to be "saving me" from arrest or whatnot, right?" That was the only threat she knew about, unless there was someone else who wanted her head. That wouldn't surprise her, actually. People nowadays always seemed to get so pissed off for the smallest things, and decided to host the most violent reactions. She'd probably gotten on the wrong set of nerves before, though, from what she knew, the police were the only ones who were hunting her down. And, really, it should've been easy. She'd made it simple. All they had to do was look up her school file or something like that. Driver's license, even, but she'd dyed her hair since then. Used to be brunette, bleached it, simply for her own purpose. Fortunately, though, the police seemed to be avoiding those options for now, and just taking the other route. Perhaps this Jagger guy had popped in at the right time, if he was serious about this whole protector thing. "Either my presence is the punishment, or the fact that you've been assigned to this little job is your punishment for something else. More likely than not, it's both, am I right? And just what happens if you fail? I die, and you get a little scolding, and then move on to the next person?" She was a bit hung up on the 'or worse' part of it, because she was pretty sure death was the worst it could get in her case, but perhaps she was wrong, and just not thinking broadly enough. Though, slowly and surely, she was starting to accept the fact that this was happening, and she couldn't help it, and neither could he. Surely he hadn't asked for this, and she knew she hadn't requested a body guard who claimed to be something not human, but someone else had decided that this was how it was gonna be. She wanted to question them, but they weren't here, so that defeated that idea.

While she wasn't all that surprised to hear that, it was still kind of scary. It wasn't easy for her to fathom a reason to end a life, so either this guy killed without purpose, or a lot of people pissed him off very much. But, hey, he was apparently on her side, which was a good thing. Right? Hopefully he didn't go against this 'assignment' of his and try to add her to his list of victims, because she highly doubted she'd be able to fight off someone with the ability to kill. No matter how strong someone was, it didn't matter. They wouldn't kill you if they didn't want to, unless it was an accident. But this guy... he knew how to kill, and that was terrifying. She knew how to start a fire. A big one, yeah, but, man, if she had the choice, she'd much rather get into a fight with a fire-starter rather than a killer. Though, at his little condescending comment, she forced a hard smirk onto her lips. "I didn't exactly make it all that hard, you know. I wasn't thinking about the future or the government. I just wanted to send a message, that's all. What's the point of sending a pissed off letter without a signature when it could be sent from two different people? Doing things anonymously is for cowards with no confidence. Can't possibly risk someone else getting the credit, now can I?" If this file was as descriptive and exact as she thought, and if he'd actually read the thing, then he'd know that she'd carved her own name into her ex's car. She hadn't been thinking about trying to evade the police. No, she just wanted to get it through to that boy's head that she was the one who was pissed, and she was the one who had figured it out. It hadn't even been that hard, either, and she hadn't even been insecure in the relationship. It had seemed like every time she turned around, it was her being accused of cheating, in which she'd just deny it and move on. She didn't care, but she hadn't been happy when she'd discovered the truth, obviously.

"I can't imagine that being something to be proud of, honestly, but whatever." She shook her head. He'd been shot multiple times... that wasn't very comforting, either. She almost asked where, but decided against it, realizing that she really didn't want to know. And he didn't seem to be itching to share such locations, either, so there seemed to be a mutual but silent agreement that the secrecy of his bullet wound scars was fine.

There was a silence between them then, and she wasn't quite sure what to do with it. She stayed quiet for a while, as well, wondering if he was just wondering some kind of answer, but that didn't seem to be coming out of him. So, after some time, she skimmed her lips with the tip of her tongue and then inhaled, holding that breath in her lungs for a moment before letting it go. "So... let's just pretend that I do believe that you're... not..... human..." she had to force those last couple words out due to the fact that she just didn't know how to word it. "If that really is the case... then... what are you?" She asked cautiously, holding his gaze for only seconds at a time before having to drop it for a split moment before trying to focus on him again. She didn't want to believe that he wasn't human. She'd must rather just stick to normalcy, but it seemed that every inch of this boy, inside and out, wasn't normal. But her mind couldn't fathom such. It didn't make sense, and she wasn't willing to believe that it was possible. But he was still here, seemingly quite serious about this whole guardian thing, so she really didn't have a choice anymore. Either she hear him out, or just ignore him forever...

((You're fine! cx))

[exixst]

(Bump.)

[mishka.]

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xxxxxxThe Heartbroken Risk-taker
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Gender Girl | Age 18 | Relationship Status Single | Protector Tyler Reed | Place Pack House | Tagged Tyler Reed

Drew followed the boy up the stairs, keeping her head down and ignoring the constant piercing pain of her ankle with every step she took. The steps were a little harder than expected, but she forced herself to take them one by one as usual and not two foot on a step before she dragged them to the next one up. Drew nearly ran into Tyler when he stopped, but managed to catch her footing before hitting him. She looked out from around him and scanned the room, in a way that seemed like she was testing it's stability and it's safety. The wheels in her head also seemed to be turning as she debated whether or not to go through the room, run away, or check out just the room. She didn't actually have to go to the bathroom anyway. It was just the escape route she usually used when needing to take a breather and escape an awkward or intense situation such as the one she had just left.
Tyler had mentioned quite a bit the shook her to her core and if anything leaked, she wouldn't want it to happen in front of any person. She watched as Tyler took off down the flight of stairs, leaving her alone to cause whatever mischief she must. Drew turned her head back toward the room with it's authentic feel surrounding it because of all of the items it held. Even though it was quite a simple room, it felt so much more complex with it's details that may have not been all that great. The more she analyzed everything, the closer she came to a conclusion. She shoved the thought in the back of her mind so she wouldn't feel as bad about snooping around. She kind of didn't either way, but this seemed to justify it a little more for her.
Drew took a step over the wooden threshold and traveled into the bedroom. She kept her hand on the frame of the door, lightly holding onto it as if her fingers could slip away at any second and as she walked around the room, her fingers ran alongside the soft green painting on the wall. She stopped when she made it to a desk, dark brown and tucked away to leave space in the rest of the room. There were a few items there she wasn't sure she knew what they were, but gathered it as things to carve with an unfinished piece. She picked up one of the carvings, tracing the lines with her fingertip. When she finished with that, she placed the piece back down and picked up the knife, testing it's sharpness by pricking attempting to cut her finger. It worked and left a nice fresh cut that slowly oozed warm crimson liquid. She looked at it, starting to wonder what would happen if she kept it with her for good measure in case anything happened later. It was fairly sharp and although small, it could do quite some damage. Drew shook her head, riding herself of the dark thoughts that began to appear in her mind. While she cleaned the blade with the sleeve of her hoodie and placed it back down, she reminded herself of the pocket knife she concealed and could use if she needed, but that only brought darker memories of the other weapon on her person.
She almost went into panic mode, but tried to take a few deep breaths to calm herself. It didn't work as well as she'd hoped, but it worked as well as she'd assumed. Drew wrapped her bleeding finger in her sleeve, letting the cloth absorb the little amount of blood that came from it. She then turned her thoughts away from the knives and walked to the opposite side of the room. There she found a small bookshelf complete with many old books with native titles. Scanning the leathery novels, she found that she actually understood a number of their titles and recognized at least two of the books from her brother's old bookshelf. She noticed the acoustic sitting in it's stand and was so tempted to pluck a few strings, but knew that would draw attention to her snooping so she turned toward the bed and the nightstand behind it. On it she found a decent looking lamp and a framed picture of what she could assume was Tyler's family which confirmed her earlier suspicions that the room belonged to the boy.
The girl picked up the picture to look at it and didn't really think before she sat down on the bed. She noticed his mother who had very similar hair to her own, the same shiny black, but no other resemblance to their same cultures which made her a bit grateful. She moved to the two little boys in the picture, one she could only guess was Tyler's brother because of the huge similarities between the two. The other she noted was Tyler himself, but with brown eyes, much unlike the golden irises he had now.
Drew dropped her hands to her lap. She hung her head and felt weak for that moment that she held the picture and looked at it. But she turned away quickly and the heavy breathing returned with the panicky feeling she had fluttering in her chest. What was she going to do? How was she going to get out? She couldn't tell him what she did, because what if he went to the police or worse? What if the people who sent him to 'protect her' didn't actually know the truth about her, what would they do when the found out. She had to get rid of the evidence, and she had to do it alone, but the one key she was missing. How?

[E.urka]

- Tyler Creed - 19 - Werewolf - Tags; Andrew, Pack house -

;Tyler leaned against the window, taking a deep breath and running one hand through his hair which was still slightly damp from being outside earlier when the storm had started. "Damn" he thought to himself as he turned his attention to the fireplace. His secret was out, and he had no choice anyways but to tell her, it was part of the rules of his deal he had made with the pack leader. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of walking and motion- His dog like hearing picked up, realizing it was Drew probably done in the bathroom, now rummaging through his things to try to find out more about him. A tiny smirk crossed his lips. "Nosey girl" he mumbled in a whisper tone to himself, Chuckled and made his way upstairs to check on her.
The door to his bedroom was only ajar so he gave it a gentle push, letting it open slowly and poking his head in- Surprised to find her sat on his bed with the wooden framed picture of his mother and his little brother in her hands, she seemed to be in a little bit of a daze. Tyler walked in very slowly, keeping his eyes on the frame. She seemed overly jumpy and uncomfortable, he agreed the slower and calmer approach worked better. He took a seat beside her, glancing down at the picture, his eyes mainly fixed on his brother, who he haven't seen in years now. After a few silent moments he finally spoke. "That's Tyson" he pointed a finger to the young boy beside Tyler in the picture with a wide smile on his face ear to ear. "And, Mum." His voice fell distant when he spoke of her but shook it off quickly, he was feeling bad enough now anyways as it was. He glanced away from the frame and over across the room to look out the window watching the snow blow. "How's your foot feeling?" He brought his gaze down to her foot then up to her face, she still had a look of terror on her face, which made him feel a little sad inside. How was he going to protect this girl if she was going to continue to be deathly terrified of him. He gave a little smile, trying to lighten her mood a little.

{Sorry it's small, gotta get back into it again.}

[mishka.]

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xxxxxxThe Heartbroken Risk-taker
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Gender Girl | Age 18 | Relationship Status Single | Protector Tyler Reed | Place Pack House | Tagged Tyler Reed

Drew jumped as she heard the door creak open and reveal Tyler as he slowly began to step into the room. She would've stood up and set the picture down acting like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't have, but she began stepping on her bad ankle, forgetting entirely about the pain it caused her. She wasn't prepared as a nerve shot a sharp pain up her leg to the pit of her stomach. She winced, but hid it with her sitting down and closing her eyes for a moment.
"S-sorry, I-" she began to make an excuse as Tyler moved closer, but stopped when she realized she had nothing to say. Drew just hung her head a little, a bit guilty like as Tyler sat down beside her. She couldn't help but be a little shocked at least by his reaction. If she'd found someone snooping around her things, she probably would've put a blade to their throat. But then again she had things to hide while Tyler seemed like an open book. Even still, it was strange of his calm reaction and she couldn't help but flinched as he seated himself beside her, not sure what he'd do next. Drew had never been actually abused before so it wasn't exactly an experienced reaction, but more of a natural one. It was just something she seemed to expect from everyone.
Drew knocked her own thoughts out of her mind as he began to mention the name of his brother, breaking the silence that hung in the air for a few short moments. Hearing his name was Tyson, Drew was about to make some lame joke about their nicknames being both Ty, but didn't feel it necessary to be rude at that time and wasn't exactly in the right mood herself. So she kept her mouth shut and listened to the sensetivity in his voice as he spoke of his family. She noticed a bit of sadness as well. She smiled as he she could tell he thought highly of his mother and again felt that slight pain as she thought of her own. "She's beautiful." Drew spoke truthfully, but was a bit distracted in her own mind.
At the mention of her ankle, she was brought back and cleared her throat, feeling a bit uncomfortable all of a sudden. "It's fine." she said flatly. Drew looked at Ty and stood up quickly, realizing she hadn't let anyone sit that closer to her for... A long while now. She quickly changed the subject, suddenly feeling the urge to escape from the room that now felt a bit claustrophobic for her taste. "Um, you know, I have to go for a bit. I have to, uh... I have to do something real quick," she was becoming jumpy again and knew she had to tone it down or he'd figure it out somehow. She had to get rid of the evidence and she had to do it without him finding out. Drew was not about to explain her situation for she didn't know how much worse of a situation she'd be in. But making up pathetic excuses wasn't go to help her case either. She began to back out of the room and into the hallway. "If you really want, I can come back, but I need to do this real quick."

{That's okay. Same here. Basically just rambling on right now.}

[E.urka]

- Tyler Creed - 19 - Werewolf - Tags; Andrew, Pack House -

A frown replaced Tyler's smile when she told him she had to go do something, He shook his head very slightly looking at her with a confused, raised eyebrow look. He knew he couldn't let her go out in the open now without him, it risked her life of someone or something come after her. "Let me go with you" He asked, actually it was more of a plea. He pressed his lips together in a frown, pulling himself to his feet, standing in front of her. "I'll stay in wolf form, with my back turned" he continued, "It's too risky now. What if someone is waiting for you?" He looked at her with a worried, he knew he never had to explain himself again, she knew exactly what he was talking about. "I won't talk about it after, I'm not here to judge you" He turned away from her, his eyes scanning the wall and the book shelf, "I just want you to trust me, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon" He brought his gaze back to meet hers just for a moment. "Besides your injured" he stepped away from her and out the bedroom door.

[mishka.]

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xxxxxxThe Heartbroken Risk-taker
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Gender Girl | Age 18 | Relationship Status Single | Protector Tyler Reed | Place Pack House | Tagged Tyler Reed

Drew's eyes followed Ty as he left the room, widening as they did. She shook her head, trying to press the case of the matter. "No. No, no no no. I have to do this alone. Please, you can't come." Drew began to follow him, ignoring any pain she felt in her leg. "I-I do trust you... er, at least enough to know that you should trust me."Drew moved infront of Ty to stop him and took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she let it out. When she opened them again, she was ready to speak with a less stressful and uncomfortable voice. Trying to act more calm and convincing.
"Look, no one will be waiting for me because no one knows I even exist anymore." that was mostly true. The only people that new she did, she wasn't even in contact with since a few years back at the least. "I promise. I'll just be a few hours." Drew looked down at her feet, remembering the injury Ty had mentioned to try and give another reason for her to stay.
"My ankle is fine, I'll be fine. I swear." Drew gave one last attempt to convice him, her hazel eyes pleading for him to stay.

[E.urka]

- Tyler Creed - 19 - Werewolf - Tags; Outside -

He turned to her at the bottom of the stairs, his blazing gold eyes looking into hers, his mixed with all kinds of emotion, His breath caught as he looked at her and he quickly pulled his gaze away, the snow falling harder than ever. "I do trust you" He spoke plainly, his optics fixed on the weather. Moments passed, he stayed silent, keeping his eyes fixed outside, but could still see her standing from the corner of his eyes. He finally turned back to her. "Fine" His tone low, "I won't follow you" he continued, keeping his eyes locked on hers for a moment. "But I'm staying outside" He made a nod to the field in the back yard it was only a couple hundred feet from the pack line, and fairly far away from wherever she was planning on running off to. He pressed his lips together in a disproving frown and gave his head and slight nod, turning to the closet and pulling out a thick sweater with a hood. "It might be a little big.." He held it up to her in a honest caring manner. "It's cold outside" He passed her the coat and turned around, opening up the door to the house and walking out on the front porch.
The snow was thick, but thankfully the wind had died down. He lifted his face to the sky, letting the cold snow fall on his face to refresh him from all the tension the past few hours he stayed in this position for a moment until he decided his wolf form would be better.
Tyler climbed up on the wood rail of the porch and dived off it, a ripping sound rang in his ears and he quickly landed on four paws, giving his head a shake and then the rest of his body. He let out a loud howl, louder than any other normal wolf and then lied down in the snow, facing the forest and the trail and laying his face on his paws, a small whimper escaped his large white muzzle and he closed his eyes for a moment, hearing the door open from behind him, which made him raise his head to make sure she at least put on the sweater he offered her.