Matthew Harold Harolds's Story

Luna rested her chin in her hand as she swiped a dust rag mindlessly at the last specks of dust on the front counter of her new little shop... well... not really new.
The sun filtered in through the freshly cleaned glass from the large old wavy windows that lined the front of the shop. It had once been an old antique shop but was long abandoned. When she bought it she'd found and old dusty shell of a shop. Cobwebs dangled from the wood beamed rafters and old objects lay forgotten where the previous owners had just thrown sheets over and forgotten. One was a large old mirror that now stood propped up against a wall on one side of her shop, beads and charmed pendents hung from the deep wooden frame. She had gazed at herself through it when she first pulled the sheet off. The thick dusty air had made her seem pale and ghostly.
Her eyes looked tired and her hair hung around her face in thick-white-messy waves.
That was yesterday though. She'd spent all of last night cleaning up the place, which when cleaned, was a lovely little shop. The wood was old and dark and offered a nice aroma, the rafters made the place seem larger, the front windows were wavy and old and offered the perfect amount of light during the day but a perfect view of the mountains and the moons over the town square at night. The dark wooden floors were now polished and swept, and the floral wallpaper added a sweet old touch to her shop. She fell in love with it immediately. She'd even left the old little bell that hung over the front door and polished it to a sweet little shine. Old brass doorknobs were fixed into every door, including her cute little loft above the shop. A ring of skeleton keys had laid waiting and now they hung on a hook behind her desk.
She'd finally finished setting up her shop this morning. All she had left to do was paint the name on the sanded sign that hung above the large windows.
She breathed in the thick smell of herbs, incense, and candles and looked around at her handy work. Everything here was either hand made by herself or imported from a little shop in India.
Large velvet and lace curtains were hung around the room and by the front entrance. Strings of lights were laced throughout the rafters and wooden shelves against the wall and her little black kitten lay stretched out on the front counter next to her. Zur, her pet tarantula was set up on the other side of her kitten.
Large shelves hung behind her and on the whole right side of the shop. Each was either crammed with jars upon jars of herbs or other random trinkets she'd collected or made. One other small shelf on the left side of the shop was full of old and new books. Some were leather-bound and yellowed while others were glossy and white.
She sighed with satisfaction and grabbed two large paint cans filled with soft lilac paint and the other with deep green. She then dropped an assortment of large brushes on top of them and propped open the front door. A cool breeze filtered into the shop and Luna shivered. It hadn't yet snowed down in the valley where the small little town sat, but she could feel the air changing. Leaves were falling more quickly now and the days were growing colder. Fall would soon come to an end and that saddened Luna... she loved the fall...
And she dreaded the winter...
She found a creaky old ladder and propped it against the store front before grabbing a brown leather jacket lined in thick wool. Yesterday she looked tired and messy but today she was more clean cut and ready to go. Her face was freshly washed along with her messy hair that now lay somewhat tamed around her face and down her back. She could brush and wash her hair all she wanted but it never seemed to loose the animal that lay within.
She had tied a deep red velvet scarf around her hair to keep her hair out of her face but also allowed her hair to fall down her back.
Since the weather was a bit cooler here between the mountains she wore a thin green sweater and wooly brown cardigan. Light worn blue jeans lay snug against her thighs and shin high brown boots and socks overlapped the bottoms of her pants. A crescent moon pendent lay against the front of her sweater.
She felt fresh and ready to start her new life! And her new shop of course.
She flipped the sign open and then scrambled up the creaky ladder with her pale of paint and brushes.

Luna was so engrossed in carefully painting the first few letters of "Blue Moon's Herbs and Pleasures" she hadn't noticed the man walking by. She didn't even notice when he stopped to stare at the store. It wasn't till the small little bell chimed that she looked up to see the man walking in.
"H-hi.. What shop is this?" she heard his voice calling from inside.
She was about to climb down from the latter when the man walked back out of the store again to stare up at her on the latter.
"Excuse my manners, did you need a hand, miss?" he asked and Luna smiled a little.
"Um... Well. It's my shop. It has a little bit of this... a little bit of that." she answered his first question and then grabbed onto her ladder as it wobbled a little.
"Actually. Would you be able to hold the ladder a little while I finished up here?" she answered his second question and nodded towards the half finished sign.

Luna's eyes grew a little wide at his comment and she wondered if her lavender incense was coming on a little strong. She shook her head a little and figured that was it.
She smiled back down as he held on to the ladder and then she began carefully painting the rest of the letters.
"Actually I'm new myself. I just moved here yesterday but I've been looking at this shop for a couple of weeks now. It was originally an old antique store and was also the only vacant one around here strangely. That had confused her a little. It seemed to have been vacant for many years now while all the other shop around here had gone through many owners. It was almost as if people avoided it. She couldn't understand why. It was very inviting and felt very comforting with all the dark wood construction.
She finished the lilac lettering and handed the pale down to the man.
"Would you hand me that other pale there?" she asked and then nodded a thanks. "Are you also new?"

He handed her the pale of green paint and Luna sat it atop the ladder before starting on the green vines she wanted to intertwine the letters. He then began to tell her about him moving here recently and then about his fiance leaving him. Luna bit her lip uncomfortable and could only offer a sad smile down to him. She wasn't good at this whole comforting thing and he himself didn't seem to like talking about personal stuff either so Luna nodded quickly at his next question to change the subject.
"So, what all do you supply? " he said after peering into her shop with a curious look on his face. He sniffed a little and Luna tried to hide a smile. It was the lavender wasn't it. She made a mental note to exchange the lavender out for something else after she finished up her sign.
"Well... mostly herbs. I have prepackaged herbal tea I put together myself, but I also have separate herbs if anyone needs any certain specific one. I do soaps and perfumes and lotions. I also dabble a little in charm necklaces..." she trailed off a little realizing not everyone understood what all of this meant. She probably sounded crazy.
She blushed a little and tapped her paintbrush against her cheek, forgetting it had paint on it.
"Um... like I said. A little this... a little that... I have a few books!" she exclaimed suddenly and held onto the ladder as it wobbled a little.
She finished up the last of the vine and then began to climb down from the old thing.
"My name's Luna Rae. It's nice to meet you..." she took his hand and paused wondering if he'd mentioned his name earlier and felt bad for not remembering.

"Well, Luna, you've got a little something on your cheek." He chuckled, and wiped her cheek, getting the paint off of her, then shook her hand with his clean one. "I'm Matthew Harolds." He smiled, and followed her in the store.

"I haven't seen charm necklaces in forever." He grabbed one of the hook, that was completely silver, a bullet. He frowned as memories came flooding back to him.

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-Matthew was 10, his first transformation-

"Hey, Mom! Look how fast I can run!" Matthew zipped around the yard, as a blur in his mother's eyes.

She gasped. And told him to stop, immediately, bringing him inside, and putting him in his room. He remembers her screams that night, as he had a headache. He looked down, to see he didn't have hands, but paws. He padded to his mirror, propped up on the wall next to his desk, which he usually did his homework on, and whimpered.

He was a dog... a puppy. Then, his mother choked him, placing a silver bullet necklace around his neck, and he turned back. It was some type of magic, or something she found out about.

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Matthew picked up the necklace, and looked at Luna. "How much for a charm necklace?"

She touched her cheek a little as she lifted the paint buckets up and carried them back inside. She cataloged the name in her mind in case she saw him later, which she most likely would, this place was tiny!
"I haven't seen charm necklaces in forever." she heard his voice say from behind her and she imagined him leafing through the assortment of necklaces hanging from hooks on the walls behind her.
She set down the cans behind the front counter and scratched Maya behind her fluffy black ears before turning to face Mathew.
Her face grew a little pale at the charm he was holding.
Matthew lifted the necklace carefully off the hook with a deep look on his face. His mind was elsewhere. "How much for a charm necklace?" he asked and then looked towards Luna.
She touched the silver moon hanging around her neck and winced a little.
The silver bullet caught the light of one of the lamps and it shimmered a little.
"Um... well... since you're my first costumer it's free."
She walked slowly towards him and gingerly took the silver thing in her palm. She gazed at it thoughtfully before turning her eyes back up at Matthew's.
"I didn't make this one. It was crafted back in Germany by an old silversmith. He made quite a few of these. Legend has been said they were meant to ward of the moon demons... others said they were made specifically to capture moon demons that had possessed souls, sealing them inside their empty shells." she spoke softly and brushed her thumb over the cool metal.
"Even with all of that it's actually a very beautiful jewelry piece." she said with a soft laugh and turned back to her desk to find a little baggy for it.

(OOC: Hey Saxy can we make the time around 8pm or so instead of midnight? So it matches up with Spirals?))

Luna just came back in from taking the trash outback. It was the last of the junk she'd found stashed in one of the broom closets. She was dusting off her gloved hands, the cold had been nipping at her fingers, when she heard the little bell ting. Well two in one day! And it was just the first day. She hoped she would get a lot of shoppers. Or even browsers.
She opened up the door, a ting sounding, and the smell of the new incense she was burning instead of the lusty lavender from earlier drifted to her nose.
It was now Frankincense, something used often to relieve stress and anxiety, and it didn't smell that bad either. Not as good as Lavender in her opinion, but she couldn't have all of her little shoppers getting all lovey and weird.... she wondered silently if Matthew's behavior had to do with just the incense. She knew he was a werewolf. She hadn't imagined the red glow of his eyes as he left or the sudden shifting in his features of the quick site of his tail. She'd almost called out for him after seeing that, a part of her longing for the company of another human wolf. It had been quite some time since she'd seen another and it was growing lonesome on those nights she ran alone. But she knew she couldn't say a word. A part of her was afraid... she didn't know why. Another part of her also didn't know what to say... "Oh hey... I saw you were a werewolf... so am I!"...
What if he was bad?
She shook her head. He would confront her. Eventually he too would find out about her. There's no way he couldn't. Something about being around other werewolfs brought out the inner wolf in herself. It wouldn't be long before she revealed herself... on purpose or by accident. In the mean time she had to keep a low profile on the wolf front... this was a new town and the last she wanted was to get chased out with shotguns and pitchforks.
And she had a customer!
All of that thinking had gone in almost a millisecond and the door closed behind her, the cold breeze that had followed behind her slowly warming back to the sweet cozy temperature she'd made sure the whole place was at. The wood burning stove in the back of the shop was definitely keeping the place and her loft above nice and toasty.
"Hello!" she greeted with a soft smile, silently noting the book she was reading, her mind laughing at the coincident.
She turned and hung her wooly leather coat up on the rack and then plucked her leather gloves off before stuffing them in the pockets. She lastly pulled the scarf from her hair, the blonde messy waves falling to frame her face and fall over her sweatered shoulder. She sighed in relief and swung the scarf up over another hook before looking back at the girl.
She also silently noted their hair was practically the same color and her smiler grew a little wider.

(OCC: Sure thing, guys. It's 8 o'clock.)

Matthew had turned back, and was casually strolling along, the sidewalk. Then he had more urges, and started twitching more, as he tried to keep himself under control. He slipped the necklace on, and the urges went away. It was something about that silver bullet on his neck, that allowed him to stay human. He walked casually unsure of what to do.

Luna felt a little guilty when she saw the girl's face flush pink.
"Um...hi..." the other girl said shyly as she put up her coat and scarf.
The other girl had made her way over to the large antique mirror she'd found in the shop and was now studying the charm necklaces that hung down from little hooks on it.
People seemed to really like charm necklaces here...
The other girl, which Luna now noticed was not a girl but more a young woman around her own age, was now looking towards Luna and seemed to be studying her.
So she studied her back.
The girl was a little shorter than her, which was almost laughable since Luna herself was pretty short. Their hair color was the exact shade but their eyes differed in Blue. Luna's was more light grey\blue while the other woman's was a little deeper blue.
Her skin was pale and she was very slim and petite. Luna was jealous of her slim figure and wished she too could achieve that model slimness.
She sighed a little to herself and then scuntched her nose when she breathed in a smell. She could smell him. The man from earlier.
Her eyes looked towards the dark windows where the sun had finally dipped behind the mountains and a darkness had fallen over the town square. The other lights around the square shon brightly but Luna still had trouble making out the dark figure walking down the sidewalk. Even with that... she still knew it was him. She also hadn't mistaken the clothes she'd discovered hidden in the alley separating her little shop from the shop next to hers. She hadn't touched it knowing he would be back soon to reclaim them... after he changed back that is.
She shook her head to ease her wandering mind and gazed back at the woman.
"I'm Luna. The shopkeeper for here." she said offering the shorter girl her hand. She let another smile turn up her lips.

Erick was parked next to the sidewalk in his black buick, not sure what he was supposed to be looking for. Those stupid conspiracy theory websites probably weren't even right anyway. He would have never believed it if they said there were vampires or zombies in some little town in Colorado, but when they showed up in an internet search for werewolves he somehow fell for it. What would he even do if he found one? Suddenly, something caught his eye on the sidewalk. A young man was being twitchy and anxious which wouldn't seem to incredibly out of the ordinary. Something about it seemed familiar to Erick, though. It was the look of someone trying to fight the savage beast welling up inside of them, but he knew it was a battle you would usually lose. Erick watched curiously as the man put on a necklace and seemed to return to normal. He looked closer at the necklace and saw that it had a silver bullet on it. This was exactly the sort of person Erick was looking for.

Erick smiled to himself and decided to tail the man for a while. Eventually, he was led to a little store. The sign said "Blue Moon". Erick smiled to himself once again at the store's name. Perhaps it was a subtle sign to attract people like himself. The bell above the door clinked and cold air blew in as Erick entered the store. He took a second to survey everyone inside. There was the man with the necklace and two small women. One had a book on wolves and the other appeared to be the owner of the shop. The shop which Erick had just noticed apparently also sold that silver bullet necklace. It was obvious to him that they all shared a very rare trait. He slowly made his way to the necklaces while studying the others. Obviously they were like him in one way, but he knew they were nothing like him. They all looked ready to connect with each other. Bond. Erick took one of the necklaces. If they could help that man with his problem they would help Erick with his. It looked like the three were talking so he decided to wait for a break to make his purchase. Besides, it would be a good time to size them up more.

Anna was startled slightly when the door opened, allowing a taller boy with dark brown hair to enter. He commented on Anna's book and spoke to Luna. The two obviously knew each other. "Um..." She didn't quite know how to reply to his comment, but she didn't have to, because he asked for her name. "A-Anna...it's nice to meet you." The small blonde girl made sure not to embarrass herself further by giving a curtsy a second time, and instead just looked down at the floor. She looked down at the book in her hands and suddenly wondered why she had been so interested in it in the first place. Maybe it was because she'd heard so many local stories from her father about Werewolves that supposedly roamed the woods surrounding the town.

Anna was startled once more when the door opened a second time. This time an older man in black clothing walked in, making Anna strangely uncomfortable. He surveyed the three young adults for a moment but then wandered over to the mirror and the charms resting on it. It seemed everyone was interested in them. Anna felt uneasy in the presence of the man, but she didn't know why, and she didn't necessarily want to. Not that it was very important. Suddenly, a rather loud Mozart piece sounded through the room, making Anna yelp and almost drop the book again. "E-Excuse me..." Anna pulled out her cell phone and moved to the other side of the shop. It was her father, so she had to answer. "Bonjour Papa." She said quietly. "Where are you mon cheri? I've been quite worried." He asked, his voice sounding slightly urgent. "Sorry Papa, I found a shop and I'm going to buy some things. I'll be home soon. Au revoir~"

Matthew heard the mysterious man coming from a mile away, and suddenly felt threatened, his mood changing. He noticed him as he walked to the store earlier, and felt.. hunted. It was as if that man was out to give him, and just had that type of vibe. Matthew looked at the man as he walked in, curiously at first, but it soon turned to dismay.

Matthew then jumped, and ended up behind Luna, like a scared puppy. He smiled, and realized it was just Anna's phone, as he heard her muttering to what sounded like her father. "Tell me.." He slowly walked up to the man, with his hands in his pockets, as he felt his fur coming, but quickly sent it back. "What's a man like you... doing in a store like this?" He asked sheepishly, with a cocky grin. "Usually, only the locals know about the new shops, and by the looks of it..." Matthew walked in a circle around the man, like a wolf circling it's prey, carefully. His eyes flashed red as he looked at him again. "You're not a local."

He felt a need to.. protect. Like, something in that store needed him, and needed his protection. Anna? Luna? He shook his head, and refocused on the mystery man. "Well?"

Anna hung up and walked sheepishly over to Luna, apologizing for interrupting the conversation. She noticed that the brunette boy was talking to the creepy man. Although...he looked more like he was threatening the man. Good, the guy freaked Anna out. "Luna, is it okay if I pay for these? I-I have to go soon..." She asked, blushing a light crimson. She thought she might be developing a crush on the woman. Maybe they could become friends...that would be nice. Anna shuffled through her pocket to find her money, which was hidden deep inside the rather large pockets of her winter coat, and instead kept pulling out other objects: her cell phone, song lyrics, doodles, French candy, English translations. Stuff like that. Finally she found her money and was upset to find that it was French money. She still had yet to go to the bank to trade it in. "I don't have any American money...uh, do you think I could come back tomorrow to buy these? I have to go to the bank..." She asked politely. She hoped Luna wouldn't mind too much.

One of the women appeared frightened by Erick. In fact, she was frightened so much that she jumped when her cell phone rang. He smiled to ease the tension his appearance usually seemed to bring. Erick was surprised to see the man approach him in a hostile manner. Surprised, but interested. The man seemed to be implying that Erick was out of place. If only he knew that Erick was right where he belonged.

"Well, gee you don't have to worry about me," he said, smiling warmly. "You're right, though. I'm not a local. I just wander around looking for additions to a collection I have going. I made enough money to retire a long time ago, you see. I was walking by and this little beauty through the window caught my eye. This little necklace here looks just like what I've been looking for." Eric dangled the necklace in front of his gaze. Soon, he wouldn't have to deal with his affliction any more. All the wasted time and pointless damage would be over. It would be interesting to meet the others, though. He was sure there were things they could learn from each other. "Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Name's Erick," he said while extending a hand.

Luna sensed his presence once more before she smelled him and way before he entered the room shop once more, startling the other young woman in front of her. Luna bristled a little, feeling suddenly protective of the smaller woman, though she was short herself. Maybe it was because of the same white hair they had and her being shorter; she could almost pretend she was a younger sister.
She shook and head and turned to glance at Matthew, but was suddenly startled by his confident, and almost cocky expression, as he sauntered over to the two women.
What was that all about?
"Good evening, ladies." He grinned mischievously, and continued to speak. Looking towards Anna and the book she held against her chest protectively.
"That's a nice book you have there, love. Quite interesting, don't you think Luna?" Matthew looked at Luna, a flashy charming smile. She lifted her chin suddenly, not liking this new cocky self she hadn't seen when he'd came to her shop earlier. Then he'd been kind and almost shy. Now his chest was jutted out like he was some cock of the walk. She was about to growl at him when she suddenly saw his eyes flash red and the growl died in her throat. She blinked to keep her own eyes from flashing a responding electric blue, but it happened anyways and she quickly turned her head away (she wasn't sure yet if she wanted him to know she too was a werewolf). It then made sense. He had to of changed when he left her shop earlier, why, she had no idea, but it would explain his sudden cockiness... that or he was an asshole.
She looked back towards him and studied him until she sighed heavily. He didn't look like he was usually an asshole, and he had seemed sincere earlier when he'd helped her with the latter and had made small talk.

He then turned to Anna. "Why.. hello there. What's your name?" He seemed different right now and she wasn't liking it. She hoped it would fade as the essence of the change faded too. She knows all too well the sense of power she feels after a change and the sudden urge to feel seductive and sexy to anyone she came near afterwards. She shivered and clutched the thin cord around her throat that held the pink quarts she'd slipped on earlier to help with confidence. She then pulled it off, and while Anna was focused, and completely blubbering in shyness (was that a word) to Matthew, she dropped the pink quarts in one of the smaller pockets of her coat. She had done it was swiftly that it looked to anyone who had noticed, that she'd just brushed the girls jacket familiarly.
She prayed to the moon the girl would find confidence and then turned to the sudden sound of another person entering the store (boy was it busy today).
She looked over to see her small kitten grumpily jump down from the counter, no longer liking all the new faces in the room, and then padded to the back hallway that led up to the stairs leading to her small apartment loft above.
Traitor. Luna thought with a small smile.
She then turned to look back towards the man and her smile fell a little.
Something was off about this man and it wasn't just the creepy black coat and the weird scruffiness he seemed to look.
She was startled out of her thoughts when Matthew suddenly swaggered over to the new stranger and she could almost fill the testosterone filling the room.
Oh boy...
She tried to not listen to them, but occasionally she caught a word here and there.
Matthew was definitely sounding protective... almost protective of territory. She felt uneasy then and was glad to find Anna talking to her once more.
The girl wanted to buy the charm and the book and Luna made her way behind the small little counter holding and old looking cash register left behind from the old antique shop. It was cute...
She then began dumping her contents- of the quart-less pocket from her jackert - out onto the counter and Luna smiled a little to herself. This girl was a mess... but a cute mess.
She then turned a bright shade of pink and picked up a stack of french currency.
She began to quickly tell me she would come back later, and Luna held up her hand and smiled warmly at the girl, despite the tenseness going on near the charm necklaces.
"Just take me out for coffee tomorrow morning and it's free." she said and pushed the book and charm necklace back towards the girl.

Anna smiled thankfully and nodded. "Of course, t-thank you!" She felt glad that the kind shopkeeper hadn't gotten upset at her. "I-I can give you my phone number, and w-we can go to my father's restaurant!" Anna didn't realize she was blushing into she touched her cheek and felt it's warmth, making her blush even more. "Well, I-I should go...I'll see you t-tomorrow then!" She waved and slowly made her way past the two males, ignoring the queasy feeling in her stomach, and started off home. But then she realized that she couldn't tell where she was now that the road was dark. She would've gone back to ask for help if she'd known the shopkeeper better, but she didn't want to bother her. So instead she wandered off down the street, alone and scared beyond belief.

Eventually, after agreeing for coffee and grabbing her things, Anna left. Luna watched her till she was lost from her view. Now Luna was alone with the testosterone males and she sighed heavily. It was getting late and she didn't want a fight or anything so she forced a smile and came over to the two.
"Um... Sorry to interrupt, but it's closing time... so." she said and nodded her head towards the door. All she wanted right now was to cuddle up on her couch upstairs with her kitty and watch a movie and drink hot cocoa. Not try to beak up a fight between to grown men.

Erick continued smiling and simply tilted his head at the young man's attempted intimidation. He had no intention of fighting this boy but there was no doubt in his mind that he could take out anyone in the room.

"Well if you're trying to say I seem more interested in this little necklace than one would think, maybe it's because I saw it in action," he said, hoping that the boy would understand what he was getting at. He nodded a goodbye and turned to the store owner as she told them that it was closing time. "Yes, I just wanted to make a purchase first." Eric extended the necklace out to the woman. The necklace alone would have made the trip worth it. He could put this whole ordeal behind him and pretend that his life was completely normal. Something about these people interested him, though. Why weren't they all wearing a necklace all the time? Did they not care about the chance of becoming a savage slaughter-machine against their own will? Although it was possible that he could have been wrong about them. Then again, the store seemed too perfect for the owner to not have at least some sort of-. Erick caught himself drifting off in thought and resumed a watchful gaze as he waited for the woman to ring him up.

The two grumbled a little back and forth some more but eventually the older man turned to look at her and held up... yet another silver bullet charm necklace. She touched the silver moon pendant around her neck and winced. This man wasn't all he seemed, and she also knew that he knew exactly what the silver bullet represented.
She took it from his hands and noted the abnormal warmth of his hands when their fingers met. She pulled her hand away quickly and studied his eyes.
Yet another werewolf?
She but her lip nervously. Was this man a townie or did he just move here? It he wasn't new she didn't know how she felt about the number of werewolves she'd already met. What if this whole town was full of it? Part of her warmed at the thought of more people like her, but another part clenched in fear.
She turned away from him and began to punch in the little keys on the old cash register. It binged like a bell and she took his money from his hand and slipped it in with the few dollars and change she had. She'd later have to make up for the items she'd just given away... it was ok though. She didn't mind giving her first costumer a gif-
Her thoughts were cut off when suddenly Matthew grew angry and slipped off his charm necklace and set it on the counter.
"See? Why would I need the damn thing? You obviously know what you came here for, so why don't I give it to you?" he growled to the older man and began to almost grow in size very slightly.
She winced, suddenly hurt he'd just thrown away the gift so suddenly, and took the small silver item in her hand.
Matthew looked towards her and eventually his anger seemed to subside... or at least hide itself from being so physically shown.
He growled once more and then turned on his heal before exiting the warm shop into the cold night.
Why was he still so out of control? His anger from the change should have already subsided, but here he was, almost radiating heat.
She didn't really know him but she understood he would have to get himself under control... if not...
She shivered then at the thought. She didn't want to think about what happened when a werewolf couldn't control their Power side.
She heard a howl in the distance and her eyes grew dark.
She didn't want to leave her cozy shop tonight... but it looked like she would have to. Once this older man left she would have to lock up and go find Matthew.
She wouldn't let his anger cause harm to anyone. She also had a strong urge in her stomach to help him.
She slipped the silver bullet in her jeans pocket and then brushed her blonde hair from her face with a determined huff.
She turned her eyes back to the older man and raised her chin slightly.
"Thank you for visiting my store. I hope your charm gives you what you're seeking." she spoke and her eyes stared the man down.
Unlike what Matthew thought, she didn't think this man was here to cause trouble... but something deep and dark in the pit of her stomach told her there was something else to the man. And it wasn't just his creepy appearance.
Eventually the man, after seeming frustrated but put together after Matthew's whole show, left with his item in tow. It wasn't till the door closed completely that she began rummaging through her jars of herbs quickly.
She found what all she was looking for and quickly stuffed it into a small leather pouch she kept tied to her belt. She then found a few stones and slipped those too into the bag before hiding it under her long sweater.
"Meo-uf" she heard the grumpy meow behind her and turned to face her feline familiar.
"I'll be back Maya. Watch the shop for me, and don't pester Zuro." she said nodding towards the glass cage that held her tarantula.
She quickly blew out the candles and slipped back on her coat and gloves. She almost reached for the scarf to tie her hair back but thought better of it and left the shop. As she locked up quickly her hair blew around her in wild knots and her eyes began to glow their electric blue again, enhancing her night seeing.
She pulled her collar up higher against the cold and took off into the shadows, following the sent of Matthew...
She also smelled another familiar smell and her eyes grew wide.
Anna
Wasn't she supposed to be home by now?
Her pace grew faster until eventually she was running.
She had to find either one of them before something bad happened.
Something in her stomach was telling her so.

Anna was lost. Lost in a new city, without a single friend, and without a way to contact her father now that her cell phone was dead. She'd already lost sight of the shop and couldn't go back for help. Surely her father would be worried. He always worried. Anna silently prayed that someone would help her. If she continued wandering around like this, she'd get more lost, and then have no chance of finding her house. So instead she sat down on a bench, looking out at the darkened town. She heard footsteps, and turned to see a rather large dog. A very large dog. A wolf.

The wolf walked up to her, whimpering the way a pet would, and held out it's paw. The paw seemed injured. "Did you hurt your paw?" Anna stood and walked over to the wolf, kneeling down in the snow, and carefully taking it's paw only to find that there wasn't any injury at all. She looked into the wolves eyes to find a startling shade of red. "...you're not hurt..." Any normal person would be in fear if such a big wolf came walking up to them, but for some reason Anna felt like she knew this wolf. Like they had met before...