Loretta could hear the fire crackling, getting closer and closer to her. Her legs were burning, but the pain would instantly go away again. The fire seemed to be retreating almost. The girl looked back at the flames in shock and surprise. Her gaze then went to the alpha male as he stepped towards her. She noticed the look of wondering and astonishment in his eyes, as well as confusion and intrigue. What was going on? For all she had known she was a normal, everyday human. But this proved otherwise. How else could she not be burnt to death right now? How was she still alive even as the flames tried to consume her? She didn't even feel the pain of the fire, nothing but the warmth and a bit of sting.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œYou certainly are impressive, MÃ¤dchen,â€</span><br/><br/>Loretta narrowed her eyes as the werewolf strode towards her, unsure of his intentions. Did he plan to kill her himself because the blaze was not harming her? To slit her throat to finish this off? As he hissed, the fire burning his hand a bit yet it was doing nothing to her,she smirked. "Play with fire, you get burned. You'd better watch out." The girl saw his claws and her smirk faded a bit. With he end her suffering finally? Or add to it. Of course the latter was reality. She hissed and cried out at the pain as his claws tore into her arm, the scent of her own blood in the air making her nauseous and dizzy. The stench was overpowering.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œAre you a witch?â€</span>"I do not know what is making me heal like this... and I d-do not know anything. I a-am as surprised and c-clueless at this as you are." Her voice was strained and full of agony.<br/><br/>The sting of the wounds remained, and for a moment it stayed as it was. Blood covered her arms, the marks deep and extremely painful. The flames only aggravated it further. But within a moment or two it began to heal up, bit by bit. First the bleeding stopped, then the skin began to repair itself right before her eyes. Loretta gaped at the scene, wondering how on earth her body was making this happen. Was this some sort of dream? Had she fallen asleep, still chained to the wall outside the town, waiting to be killed off and devoured? Soon enough the gaping, bloody wounds were nothing but faded scars on her arm. "W-what am I?"