Thread: Song For The Night

She didn't want to be here. Eleven months, nearly an entire year, Cynthia Shireman had been a lone wolf. She had traveled the country, never staying put, never settling down, keeping away from her own kind. She'd left home to escape pack politics. To escape the predetermined fate and walls closing in around her with every passing month. She had had no intention of going back to that ever. She was free on the road. Just her and her Shadow. She needed no one. She could see the world, run free, the way they always wanted, and Shadow kept her safe. She trusted Shadow's instincts to run from danger and so long as Cyn stayed free Shadow didn't fight her control. But she'd been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Dodged left when she should have run right, given into her curiosity about Chicago when she should have known to stay far away. An enforcer had caught sight of her and with all the trouble in the world she'd been close enough to feral she wasn't. She knew she wasn't. She would know if it was Shadow in the driver's seat insted of navigating. Right? that the enforcer had suggested she present herself to the Marrok rather strongly. He'd been a dominant, much more dominant than she'd ever hoped to be, and she'd followed as told. She felt out of place now, here walking into the lobby some well kept but old apartment building on the edge of Downtown Chicago. Her nose told her it had been a long time since a human went far past these doors. It should have put her at ease, she'd spent most of her time alone in the wild but the smell of many wolves passing through should have felt familiar. It did feel like home. But that just made her want to run all the more. She followed the enforcer into the elevator, trying to suppress her fear. No reason to give them an ad- It will be alright, little one. He told her, suddenly gentle. She tried not to growl at him. Her Shadow never liked being called little, no matter how her human form was short and wiry. She'd given up hope of one last growth sput long before she'd been attacked and turned the night before she turned twenty-two. Still something in his smile told her he had an idea of what she was and she needed to get away. He was a dominant wolf. This was a wolf pack. She needed to get out of here. If she met the Marrok it would all be over. Right? When she stepped out of the elevator she knew she was in the wrong place. The penthouse floors of the building had been converted into common areas, the wealth and status of this pack showing in the care and quality of the spaces. Hardwood floors, nice furniture, a neat lobby area opening into spaces where she could see a handfull of wolves mingling around... She could smell and feel the presence of the Marrok. She wanted to tuck tail and run but insted she pulled her dark hair back into a high pony-tail and focused her eyes forward, posture straightening as she and Shadow resigned themselves to having to deal with this. With Shadow as her co-pilot, and careful attention paid to her warnings, Cyn followed the enforcer out through the lobby, through a lounge like area, and up the stairs to what looked to Cyn to be a library. The enforcer knocked on a door on the far wall and waited. Cyn let her eyes roam, taking in shelves of books, artifacts sitting out in cases. The smell of wolves passing through here... Lingering. At least she didn't smell fear. Her own or anyone else's.