<span style="font-family:Dekko"> Esme looked at him, her eyes wide as he became more aggressive than she had thought, yet as she stared her mind became numb, she didn't understand what she was doing when she did it. She just took off, nothing keeping her going, except the repeating address in her mind and need to run. She didn't understand it. Yet her feet kept going. One foot after another. She ran, as fast as she could away from the place she wanted to be. To find her twin.<br/>
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Mila came out of the darkness, eyes glowing, fangs extended her anger clear in those amber eyes. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"She is not Prey." </span>She snarled back. She had no intentions of fighting him until he sent her sister running. When he launched himself at her, she dodged himonly to come back. Yet, she seemed to be trying to get around him, not trying to fight, but the more he got in her way, the more aggressive Mila became. She could take hid throat if he gave her the chance. For such nold words he was not living up to them. However Mila was not in her best condition either. Most wolves would have shifted by now to over power him Mila was fighting her change. When she was thrown backnshe was on her feet in no time, chansing after him fiercely. She needed to find her sister. Nimble and quick she curved around people catching up to him as they hit the forest. <br/>
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When he faced her she stopped in her tracks. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Where is my sister!" </span>She snarled back, her mind being filled with rage from the animal she fought to keep tethered. She looked around before her nose caught it. That stench of a nest. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Your home?"</span> Panic crossed Mila's eyes.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"She is not a blood bag!" </span>She screamed at him, her roar enough to make most tremble. She laughed at him, in their tussle she managed to get on top of him her hands on his throat.  "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Where is she.  What have you done with my sister?! Where is Esme!"</span> She barked but the strain in her voice made it obvious,  she was struggling. Her body shook with need,  the beast wanted to to him apart, yet somehow this newly changed werewolf was controlling it. Something even Alphas, with centuries of training would have given into by now. She was remarkable and if Mila was older she could have killed Ely by now. However her grip sudden failed. Her breathing becane labored and her vision tunneled. She collapsed, her body exhausted from fighting her beast. The deep V in her shirt seeking your open, blonde locks spread across the ground.  Dangerous or not, she was beautiful, her sister didn't have the wild air about her like Mila did. Not in the slightest.<br/>
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Esme had found herself entering the house before she finally shook off whatever he had done. She was dressed classy enough that she didn't stand out, except that she was human. She had wandered around the house wondering why she was there,  her eyes gazing over everything as she cocked her brow. That was when she heard something.  Walking back to the front she spotted Ely heading up the stairs but what really caught her attention was Mila, limp in his arms. She moved across the house fairly quick in her bare feet. She walked up the stairs and followed Ely into a room.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"What are you doing your my sister! You pervert!"</span> Her voice was sweeter than Esme's in a way.  Out had a less seductive, deep hue and more of the caring, gentle type. Her blue eyes flashing with concern as she looked to this man she barely knew.</span>