Evelyn sped through the forest; her hind legs pushing hard against the soil below her feet, her claws kicking up dirt, throwing it behind her as she pushed forward. She watched the small human flailing its arms ahead of her, slightly screaming as he made a large effort to get away; the loss of his breath making any screams dull. She drew nearer, the effort small, before she took hold of his ankle, pulling him off balance with one swoop and onto the hard ground below. She stood still, over him, still on all fours as she listened to him cry, his face conforming in frightfulness. She pushed her paw onto his fragile human chest; her white fur a brilliant contrast against the man's clothes. She curled her lips up, revealing her porcelain white teeth and growled at him; a deep sound emanating from deep within her. She perked her ears; the presence of her partner behind her now obvious. He began to walk, now in front of her, watching; his dark brown coat matching the trees that surrounded them.<span style="font-style: italic">And now the worst part</span>She thought before she plunged her teeth into the arm of the human, his screams enveloping the forest. She watched as his body slacked, his voice quiet as he passed out. She stepped away from him, small drops of blood dripping from her snout. She looked up at her fellow lycan, making eye contact. She nodded at him, reminding him of his significance in the operation; being newly turned left him with tiresome tasks as watching the human for his werewolf change. She growled at him slightly, owning her higher significance before taking off; making her way towards the edge of the forest.<br/><br/>As she ran the trees began to dwindle, noting the ending of the dense forest she was once in the mist of; the forest no longer thick with bark and brush. She slowed down to a stop and lifted her muzzle, smelling the air around her. The scent of her bag was strong and she approached it in a few small strides hidden in a hollow. She began changing, her bulky form quickly replaced with her dainty human body. She shivered slightly, her naked body cold without the thick fur protecting her. She stood on her toes, the dirt soft against her feet as she grabbed her bag. She moved her hands through it and pulled out the clothes she needed. She pulled on thigh high ebony stockings, throwing on her shoes shortly after to stay clean. She put on a light dress; the colours dull against her white wispy hair. A corset hugged her small waist and gloves enclosed over her hands. She set a hat on her head and pushed her bangs out of her face before making her way into London.<br/><br/>The streets were light with people; the majority of them going about their days and talking amongst each other. The sun had just begun to show over the buildings, offering a small amount of warmth against the light breeze that was pushing its way through the city. The sidewalk was clean, her heels sounding as horse hooves as she walked. She made her way through the depths of London; going through streets and later alleyways before making it to an abandoned building. She made her way through, the route easy after the many times she had made the trek. She disappeared inside a tunnel and walked through the depths before approaching a large area. The screams started suddenly, the howls and the growls followed suit as she passed by the feral werewolves; the ones they held captive in the depths underneath their estate. She paid them no mind, ignoring their pain and anguish and she took the steps upstairs. She pulled herself out from the basement and began walking down a hallway, the sound of her steps echoing against the walls, the antique mirrors casting her image as she passed by. She could already hear the excitement of the wolves as they chattered through the corridors, eager for the ball planned for the preceding day. She had been to the grand room late last night, the finishing touches only to be made today, the décor already casting their brilliant colours even in the darkness of that night.<br/><br/>Evelyn stopped suddenly, her focus now on a bronze mirror that hung against the weathered brick wall next to her. She turned towards it, now focusing on her own striking image that stood before her. Her hair was long; lose wavy curls fell naturally just past her breasts and choppy layers wrapped around her head and flowed to her bangs that framed her face in a swoop that still showed the beauty of her face. The stark white had continuously made most people turn their heads when she passed by; once a nuisance, though now it had become a regularity. Her eyes held a powerful touch, the grey almost dull at first glance, though instead bright in colour, fierce; the beast that laid within her making its mark deep in her soul, pronounced in her eyes after the many years she had become a lycanthrope. Evelyn touched her soft pink lips, slowly removing a small piece of dirt that had found its place on her face. She suddenly heard hushed whispers, the likes of which were coming from a small group of lycans, their high pitched giggles easily heard throughout the halls, as they were unable to stifle the sound. Evelyn listened in, her human ears almost perking in response. “She thinks she’s so special. Ever since I joined it has been all about the duchess.” One girl remarked, “Look at me with my long flowing white hair…I get all the special missions because I am just so brilliant. Ha! I could beat her in a second. She can’t even keep a male’s eyes on her…and even so, they seem to fall to their death soon after. She’s cursed I tell you.”<br/><br/>Evelyn raised an eyebrow, almost laughing at their humour; their opinions meaning nothing to her. She approached them in a few short strides, rounding a corner along the way and cleared her throat, her face nonexistent with emotion as she watched the five girls jump in reaction; their faces ridden with surprise, a few with their faces flushed with embarrassment. Evelyn smiled ever so slightly, a devilish smile before taking hold of the last lycan to speak; a tall redhead, her young age shown obviously in her poor behaviour. Evelyn took the redhead by her throat and swiftly threw her against the adjacent wall, her fingers pushing deep into the skin, and she could feel the blood coursing through the girl’s veins, her face becoming flushed as time edged on. She could feel the girl’s nails beginning to claw into her skin, though she ignored it, knowing it would heal soon enough. Evelyn spoke, her voice quiet and calculated, “We are held at high regards in this pack. One of the most prestigious…royalty as you must already know. I can promise you our ranks are by sheer power. You’ll do your best to remember that.” Evelyn pulled her fingers from the lycan’s throat, letting her fall to her knees in response; Evelyn could already see the bruises that had begun to form around the girl’s neck; her own fingerprints in the girl’s throat. She walked away, listening to her gasp for air, sucking it up too quickly and hacking it, though obviously thankful for the air that was beginning to greet her lungs. Evelyn continued on her path, eager to make it to the comfort of her chambers.