PROMPT: can you do a Chloe's POV before during and after Beca's attack? I love your stories you are awesome

"Shit," the woman felt her breath shake with each exhale, stomach churning as the thick metallic taste of blood still coated her mouth. She hated the taste- hated every single time her teeth tore through the flesh of another. She couldn't' help it, though, not her wolf, or the way it yearned for the hunt. "Shit, shit, shit."

Chloe kept her back against the front door, letting it thump shut with a loud clang. The coolness of the surface soaked through the cotton shirt she wore, something that Aubrey had placed in a plastic bag at the edge of the woods like she always did. Faithful to the core, that one.

The blonde in question shot up from the couch, her hair sticking to her forehead as she heaved in a thick breath. Chloe gave her a sympathetic look; in a way, she thought the change was a lot harder on her. She worried too much, her natural state was panic attack when it came to Chloe shifting into an animal. She would overprepare and wait up all night unless she drifted off, which she evidently did.

She noticed the blood first; the thick layer of crimson that collected at Chloe's mouth and hardened beneath her fingernails. Her chest was heaving, and her eyes were wild. She looked glued to the door.

"I went into town," She swallowed roughly, eyes pressing against the woman in front of her. Aubrey lifted herself from the leather sofa, cautiously approaching her roommate with her hands held out in front of her, mouth dry and solid.

"Did anyone see you?" It was the obvious question, the one that loomed in the air. Aubrey didn't play games, if someone saw a giant wolf wondering around Georgia, the two of them needed to damage control.

"Not exactly." Chloe let her shoulders drop slightly. She noticed how much her throat burned, how thirsty she was. She hated the taste in her mouth, pushing away from the door as she walked past a gaping Aubrey, pulling the fridge open with a slight pop.

"Not exactly?" She stressed her words. "Chlo, what did you do?"

"I was on the edge of town," She admitted, letting the appliance fall shut, a bottle of cold water in her hand. The condensation skewed the dirt against her palm. "Like I usually am."

The blonde nodded. She knew that Chloe had a bit of a problem that started a few months ago. Even though she fought her little attraction to a certain DJ her wolf drew her towards the girl each time it changed. Whether that be shown in Chloe waking up naked in her yard, or the protective side that surfaced when she got injured.

"Beca was working late at the station," Aubrey pointed out, leaning heavily against the granite top island. "So you went to watch her, didn't you?"

"Not the point," Chloe took a tight swig of her water. "Do you have your phone on you, Bree?"

"No," A funny look crossed her face "It's in the other room. Why?"

She lowered the bottle. Beca was in the hospital, that much, she knew. It had been almost a full five hours- the sun starting to rise against glass-paned windows. The brunette had both of them down as emergency contacts, not trusting her father, and not wanting to chance it. She was sure both devices were blown up by now.

"There was a dog," Chloe stated with a deep sigh, placing the bottle down "He uh, he came at her. I don't know why, and I don't know how. Because he was on her faster than I had a chance to react. And I know, I know I shouldn't have intervened, but he would have killed her."

Aubrey watched her carefully, not saying a word.

"That thing tried to go for her throat. And she was bleeding, fuck Aubrey," She ran a hand through her hair, a dangerous anxiety creeping up behind her, her voice lowering to a whisper. "This is her blood."

The blonde was strong in her stance, a million and one thoughts rushing through her mind as she stared down her canine friend. She was clearly distraught, riding the high of the influences of the moon. Now it was setting in, the attack, the way Beca would probably recognize her the second she got a look at those baby-blues.

Despite the thick anger that coursed through her, Aubrey had to stay calm. "Alright. You need to hop in the shower-"Chloe opened her mouth to object but didn't get far, getting a palm to her face. "You can't walk into the hospital like that. I have to make some calls."

"Bree-"

"Now." She got the strangled hiss back, knowing to let her guard fall slightly. Even though Chloe had a wolf laced into her natural being, she knew when to duck her head, when to let the older woman be the alpha. She shrunk back, knowing damn well she had to get to Atlanta Medical Hospital before the sun had fully risen- Before Beca woke up and no one was there.

She paced back and forth against the puke colored floors. Her fingers were against her lips, toying with the bottom one as she continued to keep her focus on the way the fluorescent lights were distorted in the tile. When she was younger, she would chase them, trying to land right in the middle of the patch on the ground- it reminded her of a lake or a spaceship.

But now it just made her feel sick.

Chloe had never seen Beca this hurt before. The woman was hooked up to countless machines, her chest rising and falling with each shaking breath. Chloe wanted to hurl, the scent of that other mutt was all over her- mixing with the metallic smell of blood. It made her stomach churn and her eyes prick with nothing but madness.

She would throw sparing glances towards the girl who shrunk into the mattress. She hadn't moved in the past five hours- the redhead nervously melting a hole in the floor for the last two. She only stopped when Aubrey emerged from around the corner with a shitty cup of coffee.

They drank in silence for a few moments, both not mentioning the sour and burnt taste it carried. Aubrey had made a few calls, Stacie and the girls were on their way, but it was quite early, and more than a few of them were hungover, or still under the effects of alcohol.

"I could tell her," She said, partially into her coffee.

"That's a horrible idea," Aubrey said disassociated, exhausted herself. "I get why you had to step in," She spared a glance to the young DJ past the glass "But telling her now would do more harm than good. She's just got attacked by a dog, and you think telling her you're akin to one is respectable?"

Aubrey had a point.

"First of all, they're a descendant of me." That earned an eye roll. "Second of all, she's going to remember seeing something. She wasn't fully out of it when I found her and chased it off."

"So we lie," Aubrey whispers with compassion. "With the rate you two are going, she'll find out eventually. But now, right now, I think it's best if we convince her that what she saw wasn't real."

Chloe swallowed thickly, fingers cold. "She'll never forgive me… if we convince her of this, that she's insane, then she'll resent me forever."

"No, she won't resent you, Chloe." Aubrey paused "She'll be pissed, sure, But she won't resent you because she loves you."

The redhead stared at the woman in front of her. The one who had always looked out for the best in everyone around her (Even if she had such a neurotic way of doing so). They had to spend the next day convincing a woman of her insanity, and just hoping that one day, she would understand.