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Willa couldn't remember the last time she had used her full speed like this--years? The world around her was a blur. Speeding cars seemed to stand still as she dodged through traffic, and flung herself around corners. Had she outrun him?

“W-wait! I wasn’t going to- Argh!” Willa heard him yell after her. Willa scowled. Yeah right. Weres don't talk. She heard him yell over his shoulder to someone--probably the other Dark Song creatures-- before he began to attempt to follow her. “Come back! I just want to talk!” He called as he ran. Willa knew at her pace, he most definitely wouldn't be able to catch her. Not to mention that she'd had a head start--but he was doing a fair job of trying to catch up. She would give him that.

Willa lunged at a lowered fire escape as she turned another corner, scaling the side of the building as quickly as she dared while the railings were slick with rain. Her heart pounded in her ears, making it difficult for her to pinpoint the Were's Song. Finding herself on the rooftop, Willa took a moment to catch her breath and peek at the Were's progress. He was a ways back. But it seemed he was still able to track her scent..damn. Even with the fog--he could still smell her? Willa patted down her soaking wet clothes, searching futilely for her silver dagger. She had left it at home. Her gun too. Damn.

Willa's mind raced. She couldn't keep running like this--it burned her out. Not to mention she didn't want to lead the Were straight to her apartment. And she had no weapons, aside from a few more vials. She couldn't even recall what kinds they were. How could she have been so foolish? What had she been thinking wandering after those Dark Songs like a novice? Panting, and now shivering beneath her very damp clothes Willa perched on the rooftop, another vial in hand. If he wanted to talk--let him talk. But if it were more--she wouldn't go down without a fight.