[centre][h1][color=ed1c24]Reena[/color][/h1][/centre]
[centre][hider=interactions] [@Jollan] [@Ever][/hider][/centre]

It was so fast, one moment Reena was looking at the pair, a terrible feeling washing over here when the larger of the two began to move towards her. Yet when she blinked, another one shown up, a sickening crack echoing through the hall when an even larger student jumped from the stairs, landing on her hunter with a furious cry, asking about his noes when the wolf fell from the force. 

She recognized that student, he was a werewolf who tended to pick fights in the sparring matches. Reena still wasn't ready for actual sparring but she was still able to see the matches when the teachers had her run around the rooms. He was brutal, and skilled, breaking noes and dislocating arms, the red head found herself a bit frightened of him, but now he was the sweetest sight she had seen all day. The sight was short lived though, it was two against one, there was no way he was going to win this!

A demanding voice escaped him, hitting her like a slap to wake the woman. Telling her to go and find one of the headmasters. Right! Headmaster Lucianus could step in and put them in their place. "Okay!" Her body moved, tearing her up as she took off down the hall, the smaller wolf almost grabbing her only to be dragged back by her ally. She didn't even bring her cello, her prized instrument would only slow her down, she only preyed that it would survive this when she got back. Her legs carried her faster then she ever thought she could, adrenaline now in her veins as she twisted through the halls and up the stairs, other jumping out of her way as she passed like a flame through the dark. 

She had to get help, she had to get help! Her legs were screaming at her, her chest felt like it was going to explode as her body was trying it's best to heal her while she was pushing herself farther then she had since she was changed. Grey eyes frantically looking over the signs, trying to find some kind of faculty or home room, the sound of a howl sent shivers down her spine, and even than she couldn't stop. Not until she practically slammed herself into the heavy oak doors of the main office, banging on the barrier, but the few seconds of waiting was too much as the red head threw open the doors. Her voice pleading, mane plastered to her head as she choked out exhausted words that tumbled from her lips. "Headmaster, Headmaster, fight, werewolf fight in the east wing! By the staircase!" 

It was a spindle of words that she couldn't even understand, her body was trembling, hands shaking like twigs in a wind storm. "Please! He can't fight them off! Please!"