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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family:Vesper Libre">In the past, Tatum Pierce had often attended gatherings of 10 or more people in various settings, and at most of them, she enjoyed herself.  Whether it were at a club, a bar, in the woods, a home, etc., wherever she went, she knew her old friends would always be by her side, showing her a good time. It was three in particular she missed the most from her previous pack, and were it not for them, she would have lost herself after being turned. As far as social gatherings went, Axel and Lucio were at the forefront, because everyone knew the silent Sykotix was anything but good company. It was Axel who knew how to party, knew how to dance, knew how to make her feel a part of something bigger. It Lucio who threw these gatherings together, designed her life, and protected her from dangers unknown to her. If she were to compare then and now, it would be a stark contrast. The Korean male knew how to make everyone feel included, it was his number one priority when it came to having a good time, and it was part of how everyone adored him. And Lucio. Lucio had taken an interest in her from the beginning, having taken her under his wing and showing her the life she had been forced into. None of them knew who had turned her, but they were the ones who had rescued her from her circumstances, so in her eyes, the trio were her heros. There was nothing but respect for them, and adoration. </span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Vesper Libre"><span style="font-size: 12px">Walking toward the group of werewolves already gathered, her eyes roamed the faces of those already there. Unlike her past, there was no social pillar to lean against, no Axel to rely on, which meant feeling left out was a sure fire result of being here. She didn't dislike being around people, she just disliked being... ignored/unseen. Keeping a simple smile upon her face, Tae passed most people, only smiling slightly wider and lowering her head in greeting when her eyes met someone. Otherwise, she kept to herself, finding an empty space somewhere close to Enzo, but far enough where she didn't disturb or enter his conversations. If he chose to, he could call out to her, but she didn't force him to acknowledge her past a simple nod. On her way there, the owner of the bar she had just come from called out to her, mentioning a joke she didn't quite understand. Confused, she raised a brow in question. Did she have a reputation in his eyes for being that aggressive? Before she could open her mouth to form an inquiry, he was moving on in his conversations, so she simply let the thought drip off her shoulders. There was no point. The man was kind enough to offer her a job, so he wasn't bad, but he was mistaken if he thought she were anything close to fiesty or aggressive compared to almost 85% of their pack. Looking toward where the Alpha was seated, her thoughts were confirmed as the older gentleman had to subtly scold two other pack members with known attitudes. Yeah. There was no way she was anywhere near their level. Although Pierce was very much known as the girl  to adore these personality types, having too many in one pack gave Tatum a sense of oversaturation. It felt forced honestly, and since more girls here were cold, or for lack of a better wordy... bitchy-well it wasn't so hard to figure out why Tae felt so at odds in this pack. Adding werewolf blood into the mix just made it worse, and she had to fight the urges to run away many times. Only two people in this pack kept her here, and she wondered if they were aware of that. <br/>
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<i>Breathe. Do you hear it, Tatum? Listen closely and remember. Disgusting, isn't it?</i><br/>
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Her breath hitched, but she pushed the voice far to the back of her mind. Now wasn't the time for it.  The brunette leaned into her hands, and kept her eyes roving about the faces of those attending. Quiet, calm, and observing-that's who she was right now. Simply a background character content to watch over everything, biding her time before she could get up and go back home, back onto her computer or games where she really felt at home. Taking out her phone, she couldn't help but admire the way the table had been set up, and she assumed it was Neviah. Sometimes she wanted to ask for decor advise, but her awkward nature kept her away from the also awkwardly odd, almost fragile looking girl. She opened the camera app, took a snapshot of it, and then returned her phone to her back pocket. Okay cool. </span></span><i><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family:Vesper Libre">Now</span></span></i><span style="font-family:Vesper Libre"><span style="font-size: 12px"> she could add food onto her plate without worry. She ate in quiet, watched in silence, and observed in amusement at the cacophony of personalities clashing. It was a miracle this pack remained together, and so Tae thought of it as more of a show over anything. Just one more year, she always reminded herself, one more year. Then she could return, and Enzo didn't have to feel so responsible over her anymore.</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>