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[color=#DE83B3][b]Location:[/b][/color] Tessa’s apartment > The Cracked Fang
[color=#812442][b]Time:[/b] [/color] Dusk  
[center][color=#DE83B3][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] The Pack [color=red]♥[/color] 
[color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b] N/A [/color] 
[color=#DE83B3][b]Aesthetics:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/sRYXLVh.jpeg]Tessa’s Outfit (with a leather jacket[/url]
[color=#812442][b]Gear:[/b][/color] She carries a pistol, rifle, two lighters and matches, cellphone, two knives and multiple eyepatches[/center][/center]
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The smell of freshly baked goods wafted through Tessa’s apartment. Cookies in various flavors lined the cookie sheets–chocolate chip, oatmeal, red velvet and vanilla. Off to the side in similar flavors were cupcakes, decorated with fangs, claws and smiley faces. Tessa had also decorated a small cake with the initial “IF” in the middle with a wolf. She smiled with delight at her creations and turned to her music. It had been blasting for hours. If it wasn’t blasting, she’d stop and think about that night… Distractions were necessary. Her mind focused on the looks of excitement and joy, which were worth the hours of labor she’d been enduring. The pack she belonged to being happy was one of her top priorities, especially Dom and Logan, who had saved her. Her heart swelled with affection for them and her pack. She adjusted her eyepatch over her braid and continued working.

Since she was so wrapped in her mind, she missed her phone ringing. With a gasp, she whirled around and snatched it. It was from Dom. Her blood ran cold as she listened. He was calling Church? What the heck happened? This was serious. Her sudden joy burst like a bubble. She hastily boxed everything, shoved it unceremoniously into her backpack, and took off quickly. To not waste time, Tessa transformed painstakingly into a full wolf, and spirited off to Church. Her mind was too scrambled to focus on the pain of transforming.

Once she arrived, Tessa transformed back into a human form. She could hear she was slightly late and slipped inside. She met Dom’s eyes with an apologetic look and quietly moved over to a seat. Her gaze fell on Logan’s empty chair and frowned. Where was he? It was unlike him. A knot formed in her stomach. She clutched her backpack like a security blanket.

[color=goldenrod]"Church is in session."[/color] His gaze swept across the room. [color=goldenrod]"Logan…Our brother,"[/color] he started, voice low like a thunderstorm, one that frightened Tessa. [color=goldenrod]"was found in the old glassworks warehouse tonight."[/color] Tessa froze. Logan was dead..? How could he be dead? Her breathing hitched. Her mind refused to believe it.

[color=goldenrod]"He was tortured, brutalized, murdered, and left there like trash. They knew who he was, they knew what he meant, and they did it anyway."[/color] Tessa’s mind struggled to process what he’d said. Who in their right mind would brutalize and torture someone a sweet a Logan? Why would he be dead? Her heart began hammering.

Dom continued to speak, but he sounded far away. Her head began aching as if she'd been smacked in the head with his gavel. Memories swirled through her mind, one after another, of Logan and the pack. All the trinkets she’d steal for him and how he’d both scold and appreciate her… Their smiles and laughter… It wasn't true. This was a bad dream. Had she hit her head? She pinched herself. Her shallow breathing began to fill the room. He let his eyes meet each and every one of theirs--except Tessa’s, because she was staring at the empty seat with disbelief.

... [color=goldenrod]"You know I don’t want to go to war. It's not what I preach. Never has been...But I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that my brothers and sisters are vindicated. Find whoever it is that's hunting our family and bring them to me. Plain and simple."[/color] His seriousness caused Tessa’s heart to clench and the tears to begin racing down her face like wildfire in a dry forest. Before anyone else could respond, Dom continued. [color=goldenrod]"This is your chance to speak. Say what you need to say now, whether it’s words for Logan, questions for me…or if you have information about the ones who did this. Now's your chance. Once we leave this table, it’s blood for blood."[/color]

[color=766359] "These motherfuckers. I don't know and I don't care where they're from. Wherever that is, they forgot to teach'em to never mess with a man's family... They crossed a line. The fuckers responsible. You find them. Bring them here. And you watch. And you learn what family means. Youngbloods, don't travel alone. There is real strength in numbers. The rest of you ladies and gentleman, you know what this is, what this means. You don't need to hear me blabber..."[/color]

[color=#DE83B3]”But.. I... I baked him his favorite cookies,”[/color] Tessa’s voice cracked as she met his gaze now and then, the rest of the packs. [color=#DE83B3]”This isn’t real.”[/color] With that, she hurtled from her seat like she’d been electrocuted. She stared at the doorway with her hand outstretched; then Lucian’s words rang through her mind. The need to run away and hide coursed through her veins, yet she resisted. [color=#DE83B3]"I'm... I need too..."[/color] She trailed off and began shaking like a leaf in a tornado.

Then, Tessa sank to the floor and began sobbing hysterically.[/color]