Victoria "Tory" Brennan just wanted to take a walk to clear her head. It had only been a week after finding out Chance was a Viral, too, and it took a huge toll on the pack. He was different, and everyone felt it around him.

She kicked a rock angrily, watching it spiral out from Morris Island into the ocean. The small splash she heard was only but satisfying. The sun was shining on her dark and miserable day. Why was the weather contradicting her mood?

Nervously looking around, Tory sat down. After the ideal with Hawfield, she always had her ears perked for any suspicious noises, like someone following her. Coop was out when she left, so only a very powerful message could get him up and running towards her...But by then, he might be too late.

After relaxing for a minute, Tory tensed. Someone was walking up from behind her. Maybe not directly at her, but who in their right mind would be strolling an abandoned island in South Carolina. Tory turned nervously, and saw a teen walking. A weird teen, too, and she had canine powers.

He had white hair that seemed to be set on the brightness level too high, and green eyes that reeked of death. He wore a black-and-white jumpsuit- on a nice, humid, day, too?- and seemed to be going nowhere in particular.

Until she recognized the weird stain on his side. He was cut- and bad. The guy was bleeding green liquid, which Tory found terrifying, but something told her to help.

"Are you okay?" She asked the person.

He turned to her in surprise. Seeing his face just made Tory shiver, and she wasn't one to be scared. It had a sickly green tint, slightly like his eyes.

"Who, me?" His voice had an echo to it, which set Tory's nerves off even more. What was with her, being terrified with a stranger? She felt sometimg, even not flaring. Something was off with this boy.

Tory nodded.

"I...uh..." The boy glanced at the wound in his side and to Tory, contemplating whether or not to trust her. "Yeah, sure. I'm fine."

Tory could see straight through the lie, like it was intangible. She stood up and walked over to the stranger. Sure enough, his blood...or, whatever it was...was green. A sickly, bright green, too. Not to mention that the boy had this terrifying aura to him that was making her quake in her sneakers.

"That doesn't look good." Tory replied, crossing her arms. "Your entire side is bleeding green."

The boy shrugged. "It doesn't hurt...that much."

There again. The intangible lie. "I can stitch you up, if you want. I won't take you to the hospital with that...weird blood of yours."

The boy shook his head. "It's not blood, it's ectoplasm. Which is, I guess, ghost blood, in a sense."

Ghost blood? Was this boy claiming to be a ghost, or some high cosplayer. Whatever he was, he looked hurt. What was Tory to do? Sneak him home and stitch him up, or run off to the bunker and stitch him up there? She'd end up showing their secret hideaway.

"Come with me," she finally decided. "I'll stitch you up."