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Lulu shrunk at the masked woman’s abrasive impatience— She was asking so many questions, and so quickly that the vampire’s brow furrowed as she tried to keep up with each one. 



The woman was a loose cannon, or so it seemed, but at the very least it showed that she was candid: She was too reckless with her words to have been dishonest.

Lulu took a sighing breath, finally pulling her gaze away from the man to stare at a bit of empty space just past his face. There were flecks of dust in the room, and they caught in the light and spun, leaving trails of broken luminance in their paths.


The wounds on her body had begun pulling themselves together with a subtle tugging sensation, healing in moments what would have taken a human weeks. 

Even so, she knew she’d have hours to go before she would be in any shape to fight back agains those in the room— If they wanted to kill her, they likely would have done it by now. 



Her stare snapped back to the man when he spoke, his even tone pulling her out of the momentary daze. She reached out faintly toward the edges of the cot, nails drumming as she sifted through the questions posed. “The- The York Moors Pack,” she said at last, “I’ma- a private eye, kinda, ‘nd’ve… Well, I had a lead on them, ‘nd I checked it out… Tailed them for few days, ’nd I found’em carryin’ something. It smelled... dead. And they dumped it. So I waited for’m to leave, and looked.”

She drew a quavering breath, digging into the fabric underneath her with curled fingers. Her hands shook slightly, as she continued, “It was a— a body. But not like one’ve seen before. She was bashed in bad. And- and her blood. She bled green.”

She unclenched her hands, blinking heavily as the continued wave of the IV drip flowed into her bloodstream. “The wolves were waiting f’me in my flat when I came back. And the rest…” Lulu gestured downward to her tattered state, “Yeah.”