<div style="text-align: justify;">Georgina could also feel eyes on her, but not the townsfolks'. She could feel her parents gazing at her. It wasn't exactly a rare occurrence lately. It seemed like every time she moved or said something she would be looked at like she had just grown a second head.<br/><br/>Maybe, for her parents, she had indeed changed that much. But who could blame her? In one single day, everything she knew as her life crumbled down and left her with nothing. Or at least, nothing but a completely different life she had not asked to have. Her best friend - for whom she still cared deeply, even with seven years apart - was a creature she had never believed in. A creature she was, in theory, supposed to hate. Her family had a long history of hunting and killing those creatures - or being hunted and killed by them.<br/><br/>And apparently she was expected to marry another hunter. In seven years, she had dodged that, though. Her firm 'no' had been enough, for now. And her life hadn't been easy. Her moments in the forest - something Gina couldn't give up on - had turned a lot more dangerous. She had lost count of how many times she had been attacked by one or another werewolf. She had defended herself, but not killed any of them. It was a personal vow she had made. It had nearly cost her life, but she had kept true to it. She wouldn't forgive herself if she killed a member of Daniel's family, or even him. No. Sacrifices had to be made, and she was willing to make them.<br/><br/>"Stop. Stop speaking", she finally interrupted her mother's lamentations about everything under the sun. About her refusal to marry. About her stubborn refusal to kill werewolves. And of course, about the high regard she still held her friend in. Jumping to her feet, Georgina picked up her bow and arrows. "I will be in the forest for a while", she stated firmly, leaving without waiting for an answer. Taking her dog with her - a Great Dane -, Gina walked to the forest in long strides. It was, ironically, the one place where she felt at ease. Not too much, though. She was always paying attention to any movement around her. It was probably why she heard, or felt, there was someone near before she saw who it was. "Show yourself!", her voice sounded, firm and more mature, but still sounding pretty much as she did seven years ago.</div>