She hadn't realized who's house it was, or for a matter of fact who lived there. She was simply checking things out, a whiff of blood burning through her nose. She took a peak through a door frame, catching mixed scars and bruises along a girls arms. "Rough night sweetie? You should take care of that before it stains your sheets. Not that they look all that expensive anyway..."
YOUR MUSE WALKS IN ON MINE LAYING IN BED SHIRTLESS AND HAS BRUISES, OPEN WOUNDS AND GASHES ALL OVER THEM AND HASN’T BEEN HEARD FROM ALL DAY. HOW DOES YOURS REACT?
Today had definitely been a bad day. Laying on her side, shirt tossed aside onto her floor, Wynn couldn’t help but be tankful that no one was home. Normally, her wounds would have healed quickly, but they were slow taking an agonizingly slow time for whatever reason. Did she had silver in her system? Honestly, she wasn’t sure.
Exhausted as she was, the werewolf almost fell asleep in her current state - almost. The sound of an unfamiliar, female voice pulled her from her thoughts and caused her to sit upright. She winced, hissing in pain, but stared in wide-eyed fear at the strange woman. Who in the world-?
”H-How’d you get into my house?!”