Dove stepped onto the hot pavement. She was overheated and exausted from running. The blistering summer sun was over her head telling her it was about date was unclear but the temperature suggested mid August. Passing cars didn't notice her as she sprinted across the road to the nearest gas station. The sign on the highway next to the store said this was the Tri Cities, Kennewick to be exact. The animal inside of her stirred as she was crossing. "Here we are," it whispered. "This is where we need to be." Fear built up inside. Ever since she was captured and attacked about three months ago, fear dictated her life.

For days, Dove was asleep inside of her own body while the beast ran there. Now she was awake.

Trafic was clustered near the intersection, probably because it was lunch hour. But the gas station was nearly empty. No one was at the pumps. But a small, beat up red truck was parked at the corner by a Red Box. Dove and her beast paid no attention to it. She was very hungry. The past several months only brought food sparingly. Why would she bring me here? Dove asked in her head. She recieved no reply.

Her belly rumbling, she pushed open the door and entered as slyly as possible. She wasn't planning on stealing, but she had learned to attract little attention as she could. The industrial tile was black and white checkered like most gas was large cut outs of the lastest energy drinks and posters about the next big concert in Spokane. But what she noticed was inside had many people's scents. More than half of them men. As panic slithered its way into her mind, and her wolf was preparing to take over, to try and protect her from horrid memories. But someone was watching.

"Ah hem," a man that looked about 28 cleared his thoat. " May I help you with something?" He had a slight southern drawl. The accent suited him because the clothing he was wearing looked simmilar to a cowboy.

Dove hid the panic but kept the wolf just under the surface. Putting on a blank face, she shook her head. As she tried to turn and walk away, her stomach growled. Its been a while since she had eaten or even had a shower. She couldn't remember. The man was looking at her with a perplexed face. His nostrils flared slightly, then he averted his gaze to the large windows surrounding the entrance then said with a calm voice, "we have fresh pizza and hot dogs, go have a look." That suggestion stopped herself from walking out the door.

Nodding, Dove had to hold back the urge to sprint to the back of the store. Instead, she took long and quick strides to not look suspicous. Heading to the back to look at the selection of prepackaged food she saw that there was a bathroom in the back left corner. Briskley walking in, she all but slammed the door shut and lached the lock. Most gas station bathrooms are utterly disgusting, but this one was bearable. The floor and wall tiles looked like they have been replaced recently and it smelt like someone cleaned it not very long ago. All chemicals stung her nose, but this one wasn't so bad. It was the non toxic kind.

She looked in the mirror. The person looking back was not what she rembered. This person was quite thin after months of having a scarce amount of food. Her skin was red from the sun. Her clothing that she borrowed from a nearby house before she left Spokane were dusty and had small stains of blood on the right knee and left ankle. Her face wasn't as bad as Dove thought. It was thin, yes but not a thin as the rest of her body. This persons hair was greasy and lighter than before. But her eyes were the same; Eden eyes. They have several different colors; blue, grey, or green. In the dim light, they were looked tired, but pretty. But her beast's eyes were yellow.

The only abnormal wound on her body was the silver bite mark on her upper arm, but Dove had a light jacked for that.

She decided to clean up the best she could. Using the hand soap, she washed her skin in the sink. Trying to seem normal is what was best. Don't draw attention to yourself, she thought. Looking up in the mirror again, the monster was peering behind her.

Panic set in again.

The next thing that she remembered was that against the wall hugging herself. No telling how much time passed. There was no monster, just a memory. That why she left. During the day, he couldn't come out. She didn't want him to find her.

Shame set in. This was cowardice, trembling in terror of someone that wasn't there. She had to save her cousin, her absolute greatest companion. Hoping to lead him elsewhere, Dove fled from the house she was captive in so the Nightwalker would pursue her instead of punishing someone else Dove loved.

She reached in her right pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. The animal within her told her they needed to eat to live. So, she opened the bathroom door. A clock above the exit said 1:21. The man behind the counter was leaning back on a chair reading a news paper. She chose a large package of beef jerky and a bottle of water. While walking up to the register, Dove read the man's name tag; Warren. He looked up from the paper as she set her idems on the counter. He moved slowly and avioded eye contact but his body language was relaxed.

"Your total is $7.88, Miss." Dove slid the bill across the counter, so no contact was had. "Where are you heading?" The look on Warren's face was stern and determined. She shrugged, looking down on the ground. Then she recognized what her nose was trying to tell her.

Every body has a specific scent. Specific combinations that of smells that makes a personal scent. Supernatural creatures smell different from humans of course. Werewolf. Like her.

She didn't like Werewolves, or men for that matter.

Fleeing was the only option.

If she wasn't in her thoughts, Dove would have noticed the 3 people walking in. Two of them male and one female. The woman was average hight, about 5'5 and had hair almost the color of midnight and deep brown eyes. One man was taller than the other with blonde hair but slouched lower than the man next to him. The other man was more stout but built quite more muscular than Warren and the other man. He had mocha eyes and hair.

By the time she relized more people came in, the taller man put a solid hand on her shoulder