Harmony stuffed everything into a small bakcpack and took a deep breath. Usually she took weeks preparing for her departure, the lies she would tell people, working hard to earn enough travel cash, getting everything she needed plus some, ect. ect. This time, however, she didn't really have the time. She felt her eyes rest longingly on some of the items around her bedroom. A jewelry box, a blanket, a butterfly knife. Sighing, Harmony shouldered her pack and made her way to the kitchen for some food fit for traveling.<br/><br/>She managed to squeeze in a couple apples, four garnola bars, and a water bottle into her pack until she felt that she was ready to go. Prolonging the exit, she glanced around the place that had been her home for three years, and turned to leave. The only thing that kind of ruined the moment was nearly tripping over a sizable furried thing that was laying in front of her door. After she had caught herself with the help of a wall, a familiar scent captured her attention. It was the werewolf.<br/><br/>Could her day get any worse?