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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Cedarville Cursive"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#628484"><b>Valeria Alwick</b></span></span></span>​</div><br/>
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 Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Valeria Alwick, heir to a powerful alpha, had run from her pack and the duties that were being forced upon her. It wasn't her fault she was born into an old werewolf bloodline and if you asked her, she shouldn't need to be the one responsible for carrying on that line. Yet on her twenty-third birthday, her father thought it would be best to announce her betrothal to Elias Conwell, a pureblooded male from another family in their pack. Elias seemed all too happy to oblige, having only tried to catch Valeria's eye since they came of age. Val, however, had been fighting the arrangement for years. Apparently, her unhappiness and lack of consent meant nothing to her father. Having finally had enough of the high expectations thrust upon her, she ran. Valeria ran from her future mate, from her father, and from her pack. She had no doubts someone would come looking for her but until then, she planned to make the best of her freedom.<br/>
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Life in the city had been an adjustment, considering Val spent her life almost off-grid. It had taken nearly three hours of running on all fours before Valeria made it to the outskirts of the closest city. Hundreds of years ago, her ancestors built a small town entirely surrounded by woodland. Living in the middle of a spacious forest was the ideal location for her species; anytime her wolf itched at her skin, she could let it free and simply run. In the city, however, Valeria had to be careful with her timing and place of shifting. From her understanding, most humans had no idea the supernatural existed and she wanted to keep it that way. She also had to deal with running through the abandoned and let-down areas of the city rather than among the trees for fear of running into a pack member. <br/>
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Another major adjustment was that everything cost money. Much more than what things cost back at home. Thanks to daddy's money – wherever he got it from – Valeria never had to pay for very much and so what she did earn herself was put into a locked box under bed. When she ran, she made sure to grab that box and stuff it into a bag with a few items of clothing. Carrying the bag in her wolf form had been easy enough. It was living off what she had that was the challenge. Her cash had gotten her a three week stay at a cheap motel, crappy tasting microwave food, and the bare basics of life's necessities. Two weeks had passed and with only one week remaining to figure something out or live on the streets, Valeria was beginning to panic.<br/>
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After waking up much earlier than her body was used to, Val stood in the small shower trying let the hot water wash away some of her worries. There were numerous jobs available throughout the city, it was just a matter of landing one of them. She figured she'd start by cleaning herself up and mentally preparing herself to play the part of someone she's not. Valeria has many skills thanks to her upbringing, but they mostly consisted of farm work or customer service to people she enjoyed the company of. Her fiery attitude often prevented her from taking orders very well, but she knew how to look pretty and could be fairly convincing when it was needed.<br/>
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An hour later, Valeria stood in front of the bathroom mirror, satisfied with her appearance. Her chosen attire was a beautiful black dress she stole off a mannequin. Thievery wasn't an act she participated in often but being a bit sly came in handy from time to time. The strappy black heels she sported also came with a five-finger discount. When she packed her bag, she was thinking of the more practical clothing so a professional set was needed for her upcoming job hunt. Val left her dark brown hair hanging down around her shoulders, the motel blow dryer and natural thickness creating just enough volume. Her makeup, done with free samples, was done in a simple manner to accentuate her own features. The split top of the dress showed off just enough cleavage to make a man fall to their knees, the middle of dress showed slight lace-covered skin, and the length of the fabric fell just above her knees. The dress was <i>barely</i> professional but it would do. After one last lookover, she grabbed her small black handbag and a nearby folder and was out the door.<br/>
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"Running would be so much faster…" Val muttered under her breath as she made her way towards the inner part of the city. It felt as though it took forever for her to finally reach her destination and already the wolf within had its claws digging at her skin. Being of a pureblooded line, her urges were typically stronger than that of a mixed bloodline. She had stronger urges to shift, stronger libido, stronger emotions. Mix the fact that she hadn't shifted in two days with her current predicament… you could say her nerves were shot. Still, she needed to find a way to survive. So after catching her breath, straightening her dress, and running her fingers through her hair, Valeria stepped through the automatic doors and was instantly greeted with a neat and tidy lobby. Sitting at a desk a few yards away was a receptionist smiling up at her through round glasses. "Good morning, may I help you?" the lady questioned, her voice a bit too cheery for the frustrated wolf.<br/>
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Forcing a smile on her face, Val clutched at the folder in her hand and strolled towards the desk. She hoped with everything that she could actually pull this off. While her confidence in herself was high, this was far from her zone of comfort. She had a resume put together thanks to help from the internet and public library. She had gone over general interview questions and practiced her potential responses. Apparently it was all enough for the receptionist to guide her to where the job opening was positioned.<br/>
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Moments later, Valeria stepped out of an elevator where the receptionist from the first floor passed her off to another woman, this one introduced herself as Margaret. After a pleasant greeting and brief conversation, Val discovered this interview was for the position of personal assistant to Mrs. Marcel Thibodeaux, owner of this particular advertising firm. The only thing that prevented her from running out of this building was the high income that came with the position. For that, Valeria would put on her best act. It took a bit of pleading with Margaret to allow Val to interview at that time rather than later, but she managed it.<br/>
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Valeria was led into a large office, where she sat in a chair directly in front of a rather expensive looking desk. Margaret informed Val Mr. Thibodeaux would be arriving shortly, to which Valeria thanked her and agreed to wait patiently. That patience didn't need to stretch too long, though, for she soon heard a male voice speaking with Margaret, muffled by the glass walls of the office. Moments later, the click of the office door opening reached her ears, and her heart began racing. Not for the fact that a potential employer was walking into the room, or the fact that she was interviewing for a job she knew nothing about. No, her heart raced due to the smell that hit her the moment that door was open.<br/>
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Valeria's bright blue eyes went wide as she froze in her chair. The man that just walked into the room, the man with the soothing voice that greeted her, held the smell of death. A vampire. The man that owned this firm was a vampire. All Val knew of vampires was what her family had told her. There was some ancient feud between the two species that prevented them from mingling. Vampires were bloodsuckers who killed for fun, or so the rumor was among her people. She also understood that a bite from a werewolf was venomous to vampires so with that, she at least had the one-up. There was also the chance that this vampire had no idea she was a werewolf, so again she had the advantage. And Valeria really needed this job…<br/>
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It wasn't until Mr. Thibodeaux placed his suitcase on his desk that Valeria finally looked towards him. From her position in the chair, she had to tilt her head back in order to look directly at him. The vampire was stunning with his bright eyes and set jawline. The suit he wore fit him well and the strength that radiated from him only added to his overall appearance of power. Realizing she wasn't making a very good first impression by staring at him, she shoved down whatever emotions were stirring and finally stood from the chair. Valeria naturally stood at a height of five feet four inches yet even with the added height of her heels, she felt small. That alone was enough to bring her confidence back to the forefront and so she reached her hand out to greet his. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Thibodeaux," she forced herself to smile and meet his eyes. "You're correct, I'm Valeria Alwick."<br/>
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