Noemi awoke shaking, and frozen as some would say. In reality it was just the horror of the nightmare she had awoken to. Or at least partially awoke to. Her body was still waking up yet her mind was reeling faster than her thoughts could comprehend. For a minute she was confused but the hours just before her eyes shut came in sudden bursts putting together the events like little scenes from the movie. It wasnâ€™t so much that what was before her was gruesome it was ratherâ€¦everything was broken or half shattered in the room, and she had thing about items being destroyed in any way. Rather a neat freak in that sense but the ability to get use to this day after day came as a shock to her because her room was always a wreak when she woke up. It wasnâ€™t like the scene before her was strange just that her little ocd liked to kick in randomly.<br/><br/>She rolled over to reach for the lamp then remembered the lamp had fallen on the floor and heaved a aggravated sigh as the man or rather a werewolf rolled over. Of course the man looked like a man but she knew far better than to categorize him as normal. He was a werewolf just like her. Though she slept with a different werewolf almost every night the result was often similar. Their names never seemed to be forgotten by her because she kept an extensive list of the oneâ€™s she liked best. Which meant about 10-15 men in all in range of her list. Sometimes she would acquire a new one to fuck but that was rare.<br/><br/>His arm went to reach over her stomach gently but she decided then to sneak out of bed -making sure to grab the lamp and place it back onto the night-stand. Her body went through the normal motions of getting dressed, tossing the manâ€™s clothes on the bed, and cleaning up the room the best she can. Somethingâ€™s would end up waiting because they are broken into pieces. Nothing that she wasnâ€™t just able to replace on a dime. The door slammed shut echoing in the long hallway as she exited the hallway and stepped down the stairs to finally reach for the light switch at the end that lit up the living room. It seemed that the rest of the house was untouched from the wreckage in her room. Papers were stacked neatly on her glass coffee table that represented numerous things from the blood moon pack. She was a Beta (not the only beta though) and took the job seriously. Though she would rather have been out on the field all the time there were days that she had to work to pay her way for a place to live. So sometimes she would have to find herself not going on the field excursions usually though she would. Even if  she wasnâ€™t going on a field excursion normally she was loaded with field work and common place arguments between lower ranked pack members.<br/><br/>Her hands grabbed the first paper off the stack, and swung around into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and glance over the written work before she went to work for a little while. She lived in the suburban area of rock city , and like every other stereo type of the suburbs her house had a white picket fence lining her back yard. She heaved a another long sigh as her eyes finished scanning down the paper and took another sip of coffee. Trying to debate on when the werewolf that was sleeping in her bed would awake. It didnâ€™t seem proper for her to leave without him knowing.