Faylyn noticed the nervousness in Alistair's laugh, a small smile spread on his lips and she enjoyed how it looked on his face; his nervous smile adding to his sex appeal. He vaguely looked at her, "Well you're a werewolf, so I would have to kill you too. First even." His voice seemed sooth and light, his swag making her heart jump. She watched as he smiled, though his eyes were hard and serious and she sensed he wasn't completely joking. She stood up, making sure to gain her balance as she made it to the center of the ledge. She got on all fours, making her way closer to Alistair, growling quietly as she approach slowly. She showed her canines, keeping a small smile and she drew nearer. His left leg hung from the edge while the other was bent leaning against the clock and she was grateful she had space to keep going. Her body brushed against his leg and got closer; her hands were on either side of his stomach as she looked at him, "I think I would win" she whispered. He part his lips to speak, though was interrupted by Big Ben; the sounds of the bell ringing loud inside of the building. She stood on her knees as she held her hands over her ears, her eyes clinched shut and was thankful the bell chimed only twice. "Well that was fun" she remarked lightly. She looked to her side, bringing her leg down to walk away only to feel Alistair's hand gently wrapped around her wrist. She met his eyes and he continued to hold a serious look. She felt him tug and she got closing, finding a way to lean on him as he sat. As they managed to get comfortable her head laid on his chest, though her body ended on the ledge. His body felt slightly rigid against hers, and she wondered if this was due to her presence. His hand continued to hold her wrist, his thumb lightly grazing back and forth on her hand. She lightly fell asleep, only to be awoken as the bell chimed four times. They made it downstairs their farewell awkward and in lack of any physical contact.<br/><br/>She made it home quickly, the horizon still full of darkness. She pushed the door open and was slightly surprised to be greeted by a pack of human werewolves, "You didn't have to wait" She pushed away from their presence, wanting to make it to her room without confrontation. She felt a hand along her bicep and she looked up, her eyes narrowing. She pushed against the male, only to be pushed against a wall. Black hinted at her sight as she passed out.<br/><br/>She woke up groggily in the cold lurks of the basement; an area silent from the yelps and growls of other werewolves. She was sitting on the ground, shackled to the floor beneath her. She looked up, noticing Gideon immediately, pacing in front of her a small army of werewolves standing against a wall; his face was stern and angry, his cloak flowing as he made it across the room. He approached her in a few large steps his finger pointing in her face, "YOU were supposed to kill this human!" his voice boomed in her ear. Her voice was quiet against his, "I understand this. He is of great importance. And I can't just kill him immediately. Especially with.." She was cut off, Gideon's voice angry and loud, "Do you think you can just prolong his death? Do you think he is the first important human we have condemned to death?" She contemplated the thought of the humans they must have killed over the years; not sure as this was not her job, "I need him to trust me. So once he is dead no one suspects me. He needs to know there is no way I am a monster." Gideon's eyes narrowed and his voice got quiet, "A monster? Is that was you think you are?" She began protesting, though he held up his hand. He turned towards the other werewolves in the room, "You know what to do" he said as he vanished from the room. She understood was about to happen and in an act of defense she transformed; her small body replaced with a beast; her enlarged body able to take more pain. She watched as the others changed, their growls immediate as they approached her. She felt a whip lay across her back, the sting piercing across her skin. She felt more slashes, the whip making marks across her skin while others pummeled over her with claws. Their ignoring eyes as she yelled out in pain. They stayed for what felt like hours and she was silently thankful as they left and she was replaced with silence. She curled up, looking at her once white fur filled with red and jutting marks across her body. She transformed; her naked body cold against the hard cement. She felt the stinging along her back, legs, and side, her healing slow from all the wounds open along the length of her body.