[center][color=00aeef][b]Fayth Morrow[/b][/color][/center]
In the darkness of the clear sky night, Fayth held the last of a cigarette to her lips. Taking one last, long and smooth drag. The bright orange glow burned away as she tossed it to the ground. Blowing out a puff of smoke that hazed up in front of her face, drifting up into the nothingness above. She crushed the cigarette underneath her foot, grinding it against asphalt. Looking at The Backhouse as it began to fill with the familiar faces of her new pack. Fayth watched them carefully. Even those who were human. In today's world, knowing who to trust and who needed to be watched was a necessity. The only problem with that was one thing: everyone needed to be watched. As the new Omega of the tribe, her hardened gaze needed to be focused as ever. While this pack had survived and kept great numbers in the death rate, it seemed to her that they had grown too relaxed.

Ryan had his stubborn, infuriating ways. His human boyfriend was becoming a problem of sorts. No one could know about their secrets otherwise everyone's life was in jeopardy. Most importantly, her own life would be in trouble. Fayth wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of her own survival. Then there was Anton and her foolish habits. Her sorrows and depression. Instead of getting on with her life, Anton had decided to drown herself in the venomous belly of the worst snake of all: alcohol. Not that Fay didn't indulge herself. She'd like to think she had herself under control when it came to drinking. Anton needed a lesson, fast. Every single one of them did. The more Fay thought about it, the more this monthly visit to the bar seemed incredibly stupid. A whole pack of werewolves in one place, conveniently on the night before the full moon. The same people. The same day. Every month. It didn't take rocket science for a hunter to figure out that something was strange about this all.

Everyone was so undisciplined. It's a goddamn miracle they're all alive. Fayth sighed as it was time for her to walk into the pub. She worked part time there as a bartender, but on these nights she decided to take the night off. Be on watch for her fellow wolves. And tonight she looked every bit the part she wanted to play. Her dyed blonde hair let loose flowing down her shoulders. A pair of hooped earrings in. Black heels, and a tight black dress that revealed her long smooth legs as she strutted on into the bar. Her heels clacking the entire way as she moved on in. Fay gave a brilliant smile to those who were there. Especially the men. Showing off as she moved on up to a stool at the bar and took her seat. Placing her purse on the counter. The blonde looked around and spotted Avery immediately. "Hey gorgeous! Can you help a girl out over here? I need to get cray tonight. Tipsy! Ya' know? I'll take the usual by the way." The usual being an appletini that would probably get most men laughed at if they ordered it. She claimed to hate the taste of alcohol and just wanted that sweet drink.