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[sierra]

Pulling her white coat tighter around her svelte body, Sierra hurried own the stairs and away from the sight she had just witnessed. She shook her head slightly, she felt the warm sting of tears flare up into the corner of her eyes and she brushed them away angrily. No boy was worth crying over? . . were they? . . she was trying to convince it, but she just shook her head and her top row of teeth dug hard into her bottom lip, causing her to flinch and shake her head. She pushed past a group of second year students, not noting what house they were. Her hand ran through her hair, the long brown locks flowing over her shoulders, her fingers running through it easily as she pushed her way out of the castle and gulped at the fresh air slightly.

She had just made a promise to to people, she was going to tell Hector exactly what they were up too, and he would care, he would believe her over maharet, he just had to, she was his sister after all, he had known him a lot longer, and in the time he and her had known each other, she had only ever lied to him once. Yeah, she was a slytherin, and yeah she could be deceiving at times, but she never was to her family, it wasn't worth being deceitful and un truthful to the ones who knew you most.

She ran her fingers around her wrist, feeling where Faolan's hand and bruised her when he had grabbed her, and before he had shoved her up against the wall. She flinched at the memory, she had never known he was likely to do that, she would expect that to come from the scum of slytherin, but not someone from ravenclaw, they were supposed to be smart weren't they? . . But at least she hadn't left without leaving a mark on Faolan, she had left a nice slash on his stomach cause by the cut diffindo.

Before she knew it, she was headed down to the forbidden Forrest, she was seeking out Hector, and this was usually the safest bet at where to find him. She walked until she found him, not caring what time it was, she hadnt even seen his full body when she blurted out the words. "You might wanna keep a tighter leash on your best friends hector . . he's going after your toys now too" She spat bitterly, the thought of faolan and maharet together making her snarl. She knew it was hector, she could smell his scent, she folded her arms, her jacket sleeve sliding up so her bruises were visible.

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

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[atrb=width,240] Hector spent most of his time in the forest lately. It was by choice, since most students didn't go in there often. He knew that every werewolf did. But he didn't smell any others around right now. Settling himself into a crouching position, he rested his arms on his legs, his hands hanging limply in front of him. He needed to think. He needed to clear his head. Maharet had been such a big distraction for him lately, which was both good and bad. It was good because she kept his mind off of issues other than family ones, or pack ones. But she was also a bad distraction, because he couldn't focus on anything else but her! It was like she was slowly taking over his mind or something. He stood from his crouched pose and rubbed a hand on his face. What was he going to do? Around her he felt as if he could run the world! Around her, he felt like he was out of control. Hands behind his back, he stared into the woods from his clearing, listening to the sounds of the lurking monsters. He felt like he needed to release some energy. Some pent up anger. But before he could even think about which monster in the forest to take on, he smelled Sierra approaching, and she was distraught, angered, scared, and confused. He whirled on the spot and jogged to her instantly, just in time to hear her saying something about his friends going after his toys. At first he was confused, but then he smelled Faolan all over his little sister, and he froze. Last time he'd smelled them on each other, things were bad. This time he kept his cool and held his temper. Until he saw her fold her arms and large bruises reared their ugly face at him, covering her wrist. He stepped over and delicately pulled her hand towards him, pushing her sleeve up with a trembling hand. Looking into her eyes, his flashed from chocolate brown to startling gold. He took in a deep breath and smelled not only Faolan, but for some reason, a hint of Maggie... "What did he do to you!" he growled, letting go of her hand. He wasn't sure why he smelled Maggie around Sierra's aura but he could. It was faint, but it was there. He spun around and clasped his hands behind his back. This was a second time that he smelled Faolan all over his sister, but this time she smelled of fear and anger, and that was different than last time. He wasn't sure why, but this even felt different than last time. "And what do you mean, my toys? Are you talking about Maggie and Faolan?"

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[sierra]

Sierra saw Hec jog over to her, her first insticnt was to push him away, to tell him she was okay, but he needed to know this, she didnt want him to be hurt by Maharet. The slutty ravenclaw might have hooked her talons into Faolan, but now Sierra was going to try and unhook them from her brother. Hector didnt need her, she wasnt going to be any good for him, not with the ikes of who she was hanging out with. She shook her head slightly, feeling him take her wrist gently into his hands and she couldnt help but winces as he looked at them, the finger shapped bruises dark on her pale skin.

Her eyes met his, she saw his eyes change color and she shook her head as she looked at him. "He . . well he shoved me against a wall . . and kept trying to kiss me . . he wouldnt let me go . . hence the bruises . . but he's now got a nasty gash on his stomach . . so" She said, her voice shaking slightly as she said it. She was trying to pretend she didnt care, but it was hard. She raised one hand to wipe the forming tears out of her eyes and she shook her head slightly. "He was . . almost wild Hec . . " She said softly, she was so confused about all this, she wiped her eyes roughly and shook her head, starting to regain her cold expressions and he detatched attitude, this wasnt a time for weakness, the thought kept running around her head, she had to be strong, and get back at them.

She watched him, her eyes not leaving him as she saw him turn and her eyes looked to the floor and she folded her arms in front of her chest and shook her head. She didnt know what was running through his head, she didnt really want to know either, especially if he was thinking about the blonde person who was probably still all over faolan up in the castle. Her eyes narrowed and she suddenly spoke, he voice full of venom as she did, her eyes drakening and her face changcing slightly, she was going from upset, to mad, the image of them together was running through her head again. She had no idea why her emotions and thoughts were changing so quickly, but she kept her grip tight on her arm as she spoke.

"No . . I'm talking about romeo and juliette! . . Of course I'm talking about Faolan and Maharet! They're all over each other up in the castle now! . . and since she's using you as a plaything I thought you ought to know!" She said, the vemon thick in her voice. She shook her head, the fierceness of her emotions coming through in her voice. She didnt wanr maharet anywhere near her brother. Even though she was younger than him, she was still protective of him, she didnt want to see him hurt, and for some reason she wanted her away from faolan, the feeling was almost like . . faolan was hers . .

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

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[atrb=width,240] Anger rippled through Hector as Sierra revealed what had happened to her. The bruises, now that he thought about it, did look like finger marks. And if Faolan had purposely hurt her... Well of course he had! He'd pushed her into a wall and tried to force himself on her! Roaring into the night, his howl echoed through the woods, and he heard some monsters scurry away from their spot. Stomping around in the clearing, Hector thought of all the ways to tear Faolan apart, to hurt him for hurting Sierra. Anger pulsated through his body, and he turned on a whim and smashed a fist into a large tree, splintering it. Werewolf strength, it rules. Shaking his hand, he didn't feel any pain at the moment, he was too angry. Turning back to Sierra, he watched her push away tears from her eyes and couldn't help himself. He immediately scooped her up into a hug and held her for a moment. "I swear to you Sierra, he will pay," he whispered into her ear, before letting her go and holding her at arms length. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he knew it would be painful, and Faolan would regret the day that he ever crossed the path of the Wulfe pack. He took a few steps back. His stomach felt like he'd been punched, his heart snapped in two. Maggie with Faolan? He hadn't wanted to believe it earlier. No he hadn't. He knew that Maggie used to be pretty promiscuous before they'd dated, but he thought that maybe she'd changed. And to think, he'd told her he trusted her... Spinning on the spot, he inhaled through his teeth, trying not to change, trying to keep all of his anger inside himself, and not let it explode outward. Maggie, that slut! She'd been going around behind his back with his best friend! He'd given her everything! He'd even let her talk him into letting his wolf be the one in control. Trembling, his skin shivered and his body tried to expand, before he reined in his control. It was about Sierra right now, Sierra and how she'd been hurt. Hector had been right all along. Faolan never cared about her, not from the start. "I'm not her plaything. At least I thought I wasn't. She probably was just using me to get what she wanted. I know she wanted me to embrace my inner werewolf. I can only imagine what she was 'embracing' on Faolan." Seething again, he looked back to the remaining tree trunk from his first punch. Whipping out his wand, he pointed it at the trunk and yelled, "Laconum Inflamara!" The tree stub caught fire and burned bright, its flames licking at the other trees around it. But he wasn't going to let it destroy the forest. Turning to Sierra, he huffed. I feel better now," he said. She'd mentioned that she had left a gash in Faolan's stomach from a spell, and he almost wanted to high five her for her courageous spell. "It's not the only pain he will feel," Hector promised her.

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