<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/vm3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>RyAnn Jacobson<br/><strong>Pack Position:</strong>Teacher/Counselor<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Natural Born Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool Tables<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rake, Jesse, Seth, Jeremy, Beth<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"She got hit by a truck.  Hit and run... someone call 9-1-1 please!"</em><br/><br/>Looking up as someone crashed through the door and called for help, Ry looked over and seemed to go utterly still. She could have been a statue as she stared at the body in the man's arms and recognized that mop of curly hair and the lithe form attached to it. Jesse! Hissing between her teeth she might have done something foolish if she hadn't felt Rake trying to reassure them. Looking up at her Pack Leader she gave him a small nod and sauntered away from the pool tables. She could hear the men she'd been playing against behind her, whose money was now folded into her top, calling for her to come back, but with Jesse being held in some strangers arms she wasn't about to play pool.<br/><br/><em>"She doesn't look that bad...but we better not risk waiting for an ambulance. We'll put her in the car and take her right to the hospital!"</em><br/><br/>Reaching Rake, she nodded her head at his words and let him take Jesse from the stranger. Sidling up she reached into his pocket and palmed her hand, like she was scooping keys out of it before calling back over her shoulder, "Beth, I'm gonna get the car for Rake, you call the hospital, let them know they have incoming and we didn't have time to wait for the ambulance to get all the way here and back. Rake and I will take her in ourselves!"<br/><br/>She knew Beth would place the phoney call so none of the locals would be the wiser, or at least could pretend to believable deniability. Walking out the door with Rake she didn't look back to the Doghouse. She knew full well they wouldn't be taking Jesse to the hospital, her own healing abilities would mark her for what she was...and if they didn't, the blood tests would. Better to die free than live trapped in a Kennel.<br/><br/>Only once they were outside did she realize that the man who'd brought Jesse in was a wolf himself. She'd been too concerned about Jesse to worry about the scent before. Now that she did she looked up at Rake and muttered just loudly enough that only he would here, "Wolf or not, if someone tries to take Jesse to a kennel because of that idiot, I'm ripping his throat out with my teeth Rake."<br/><br/><br/>