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She waited for him at the bottom of the steps. He would be out from court soon, after having some trouble with the key witness. He would be angry, so angry that once he heard what she had to say, he would bite her head off-‘literally. But she couldn't back down now.
The agreeable weather made her think that she might have some luck, but the look on his face as he walked down the steps, towards his men, made her think otherwise.
"Excuse sir, I–" she started to say but he cut her off with the raise of his hand.
"I'm busy. If it's of importance, call my secretary for an appointment. Otherwise, leave me alone." The tone of his voice made her shake-‘he could probably smell her fear and didn’t care–but she quickly controlled her emotions. She had to talk to him know! He was the only one who knew of her brother's whereabouts-‘or could find out.
"But sir–" she was cut off again, this time by the slam of his car's door. Dammit! At least she knew where he lived. She would wait until nightfall to sneak into his home.
Later at around ten, she got on her bike and rode towards the suburbs where the werewolves lived.
When she got there she was gasping for breath. It's true what they say: the suburbs are hell. There were so many hills that she had to bike on her way there, and sure the view was fantastic, but the going uphill was not.
One block away from the Alpha's house, she got off her bike and hid it in the bushes nearby. Wiping the sweat of her brow and neck with her handkerchief, she pondered just how exactly she would sneak into the Alpha's house. Even from this distance she could see her men hiding in the shadows-‘well seeing wasn't the correct word; it was more like she could feel their presence-‘and it was obvious that their only weapons weren't just their teeth, but also guns and knives.
She silently stretched then crept toward the huge house at the end of the street. Three houses down, she climbed up a tree, and started jumping from tree to tree. She didn't dare risk staying aground and bumping into the guards and getting caught-‘and possibly fed to the ghouls. Werewolves liked to keep the feet-‘or paws-‘on the ground; it was the werecats who like trees, but there weren't any within a ten-mile radius seeing as how they hated werewolves, so she was safe up high. Thank god she was young (and had taken plenty of pain meds earlier today), else she would have cracked up her back by now and been caught by the werewolves.
Holding on the tree's trunk, she caught her breath as quietly and softly as she could, before she continued onward to the fortress that was the Alpha's house.