The sweet taste of grapes filled Evelyn’s mouth as she slowly continued to pop the delicious fruit in her mouth, one by one. Her pack seemed to enjoy the constant simplicity of meat, though she craved the multitude of different tastes on her pallet; there were so many she could try. Evelyn took a quick look around, noting the candles that surrounded the tavern; creating little light in the darkness though still soothing in its own way. She made out the sight of fur in the corner of her eye, almost startling her with knowledge of a live wolf, though she noticed immediately after that her thoughts were a mistake. Against the tavern wall stood a wolf’s head, much larger than that of an actual wolf. The lycan’s black beaded eyes looked down on her, though the life that was once within them was completely gone. She could feel her heart beating heavy in her chest; the sight of her own kind laid out like a trophy was revolting. Evelyn turned away in a rush and began to pull her bag over her shoulder, barely smiling at the bartender as he handed her room key. She twirled it in her hand, feeling the old metal against her fingers, the metallic smell filling her nose.<br/><br/>She found her room on the second floor; a few doors away from the top of the stairs. Evelyn pushed the key into the hole, hearing the faint click it made as the wooden door unlocked. The room was simply done; one bed stood in the middle of the room, antlers were what made the light fixture on the ceiling, and a single window that overlooked behind the tavern’s walls. She threw her bag off to the side and stared out at the valleys in the distance, admiring them as they looked in the darkness. The moon shone brightly despite it being a small sliver in the night sky; the stars twinkling, eager to be seen and much more pronounced than amoungst the city lights in London. She felt comfort in the moon, even though it continued to betray her so, though it was the last thing she saw as she drifted off.<br/><br/>The next morning was unlike her others; the odd smells of her temporary home confused her and brought little comfort.<span style="font-style: italic">It’ll take some getting used to</span>She thought, remembering it had been quite some time since she’d stayed away from home, other than sleeping in the depths of a forest. Evelyn threw on a black dress, not bothering to dress warmly, only wanting to wear something to grab some breakfast. The small straps fell, revealing her shoulders, though she continued to pull it up as she put her feet into her brown boots. She could see her reflection from the bathroom’s mirror; she was beautiful, though she knew she looked quite basic and exposed. She shrugged her shoulders and walked out her room, locking it swiftly behind her. She had a bounce in her step as she made it to the stairs, feeling the warmth of another body as she approached. A faint scream escaped her lips before she laughed at her own mistake. She grabbed the man by his arm, lightly in an effort to show her remorse. She could feel the outlines of his muscles against her fingertips as looked up at him; his grey eyes the first thing she noticed. They were much like hers and held such a past that she felt as though she was eager to know, so unlike the hundreds of other humans she had met through her life. His eyes were such a contrast against his blackened hair; he stood tall against her and as she continued to look, her heart began to beat faster, her hand against his skin sending an electric shock through her body. She shook away the thought, "I’m so blind. I apologize.”