[center][b][color=00aeef]Fayth Morrow[/color][/b][/center]
Despite how much Fayth hated the family and family law she was born into, there was one thing her father's teachings left instilled into her psyche. Pride. It took self control not to turn around and grab Jess by the hair and smack her arrogant face against the wooden counter of the bar. Fay had a lot of pride in who she was not only as a person, but who she was as a wolf and all of the skills she had acquired over the years. Most of it had to be picked up rather fast. Either learn, or be cleaning her bloody wounds for hours on end during the harshest winters imaginable. A monumental effort had to be retained not only to keep her cover amongst humans, but even amongst her own pack. This new pack who really didn't know the first thing about her. Other than that she could fight, and often could be suspicious in her exclusive activities. When someone needed to find Fay, she wasn't around. When someone didn't want Fay, she was there. A lot like this woman tending to Thomas' wounds who Fayth didn't know. She didn't need Fay's help and didn't want it. In fact, she was even bold enough to tell her to back off. Fay sighed and did as told. For now.

In the dark of night, under the dim orange glow of a parking lot lamp, an unsettling tingle crawled down her back. Causing her to wrap her hands on her shoulders to prevent from shivering. Was it cold? No. It was the blood. The ever intrusive scent seeped through her flared nostrils and intoxicated her mind. Like someone's hands were taking a hold of her thoughts. Going where they didn't belong. Fay felt as though it wasn't her in her own head. Someone else. Something else. An animal. Fay had to turn away from Yvette, Dmitri, and Thomas for a moment. She sunk her own fangs into her skin just to get a taste of blood. To tide herself over. Taking deep breaths before she could turn around. The crimson haze began to clear, and Fay could see. This entire situation was strange. Closer looks at Thomas' wound said that was no regular injury. Teeth? No. Not teeth. Claws perhaps. Fay remembered the beep of Thomas' phone. Now it became mandatory she acquired his phone whether she asked to borrow it or not.

That girl. That tall Russian. Thomas? Did they all know each other. As Yvette helped Thomas up into the car, Fay kept herself close. Making sure to stay nearby to help. Finding the right angle, Fay dipped her hand into Thomas' pocket. Her deft fingers snatched the phone and quickly turned away. "I'm glad to help. Just get him to safety!" Fay responded with a weak smile over to Yvette as she got into the driver seat. Turning the key and stepping on the gas. Fay's ears perked up once more when a new stranger mentioned preparing for a hunt. [i]'A hunt?'[/i] Fay was prepared to slit his throat then and there. Maybe it was another hunt? For deer, even. No, she knew better. Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall in place. This stranger knew the Russian. The Russian knew the girl driving, and they're all focused on Thomas. All of them knew each other.

A hunting clan. The quiet life in Greyville suddenly got a burst of noise. Fay became stirred from her thoughts at the sound of Mori's voice. Fay managed to read the text on Thomas' phone. Full moon. Hunt. James. The ditzy blonde girl act with the bright smile was dropped. Normally, she might comment on Mori calling her by her full first name. The sapphire eyes of Fay didn't look soft, bubbly, or giggly. Instead a flicker of burning rage seethed as she glared at the alpha female. Fay looked like a killer as she strode on by her. The kind of stare that spoke more than any string of words could. As though Fay stabbed Mori's body into a million places with her gaze. She shook her head, striding into the bar. Fay placed the phone under the bar counter as she leaped over.

Every member of the clan had only seen Fay drink weak drinks. Suddenly she had four shot glasses out on the counter. Pouring Maker's Mark whisky into every single glass. With the ease of an experienced drinker, Fay downed every single shot in succession. Slamming down the last and wiping the liquid away from her lips.

"Fuck!"