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[color=#DE83B3][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Cracked Fang > Streets
[color=#812442][b]Time:[/b] [/color] Dusk  
[center][color=#DE83B3][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@AuthenticTomb] Luther
[color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] The Pack [color=red]♥[/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 pack's help had been appreciated by Tessa. The rest of the Church had faded into the background. Never again would she be able to see Logan; see his smile, hear his laugh, and the warm embrace he’d always give her. He wouldn’t be able to eat her cookies, either. Dom, Lucian, Kessler, Logan… Tessa’s heartstrings clenched tightly. Her head pounded as though she'd smacked into a wall. Once the others left, Tessa rose to her feet and followed them out. There were murmurs, pats on her shoulder, and indistinct voices around her. Pain rocked her body, inside and out, and the tears never stopped streaming down her face.

Being a new blood, she knew it would be unsafe to leave their territory. Tessa didn’t move towards the rest of the territory with the others. Instead, she found herself lingering by the Cracked Fang. Her eyes sought something that wasn’t there, and would never be there again. The world was cruel. She’d always known it, but had decided to focus on the positives. Right now, there were still a few; the rest of the pack was all right, but for how long? Tessa clenched her fists. Whoever had done this would pay.

She pulled her lighter out of her pocket and lit it briefly. The dancing flame illuminated her eyepatch–another reminder of their cruel world. Her tears began to slow and she wiped them off her face with her free hand. The flames danced brightly in front of her. Distractions and adrenaline–she needed them now more than never, including Luther. Tessa released her grip on the lighter and watched the flame disappear. Her other hand called Luther–once, twice and then thrice. 

[color=#DE83B3]”It’s Patches. I need you immediately–meet me at The Eclipse.”[/color] Due to the nature of being a former warden thought dead, she’d never use her real name over the phone. Patches, that was the nickname she’d instructed everyone to use when referring to her, even in public. She hung up and focused on transforming. The agonizing pain coursed through her body, but distracted her from the emotional pain inside. Without warning, she yelped which slowly turned into a guttural growl. 

Her gaze now intensified from the area around her. Then she began sprinting at full speed through the streets, her backpack bouncing on her back and her gaze never wavering from what was in front of her. She repeated Luther’s name repeatedly in her mind, the heartbreak threatening to consume her and drown her in her sorrow and grief. [/color]