<strong>Lucy Grayjoy</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open/Monica<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nate's cabin<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/8dbdb218-d980-4639-a8c7-0e39fa5534af_zps77d0dba4.jpg?t=1376042538)</div><br/><br/><br/>Lucy stood frozen as the new comer, who she later leaner was named Lily, related the information about the fact the church was now experimenting on them. The pain in her hand and head were subsided as she explained what had been going on and bit back a horrific gasp at the thought of children being used as test subjects for the drug. Her eyes turned down to the small child playing with her doll and her chest ached at the thought of such an innocent being used and tortured to gain power. Her childhood paled to what this tiny girl had been through, she was thankful that Lily was able to save her and bring her to Nate’s pack to be protected. But Lily wasn’t finished as she told the others that the church was coming for them. Her eyes flew back up to the woman, so soon? Were they ready? If these were the tactics they were to use against them she didn’t see how only a few hundred wolves were going to win. She felt sick as she slid down onto the side of the tub and hung her head. A fight with hunters was one thing but to fight their own kind? A mutated soldier who had no control over what he or she were doing. And worse children. Helpless children. She wiped stray tears as the smell of blood was making her stomach roll. She fumbled to pull out the first aid kit under the sink and jumped as someone came in the bathroom.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/3339first_aid_kit_zps7e30c4d9.jpg?t=1381301331)</div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/Jack-Hannas-log-cabin-bathroom_zpsca4c364d.jpg?t=1381387599)</div>Lucy stared at the female wolf a bit taken back that she had asked if she was okay. She gave a small nodded and went back to finding a pair of tweezers to pull the slivers of glass out of her hand before the wound healed. Her healing ability was somewhat different then her packs, she healed a bit slower and objects that werent removed quickly were stitched inside her body were it could either cause internal damage or kill her. Her father found it another trait of being a small runt and her wolf blood being tainted in some way. Whatever the cause Lucy needed the glass out not wanting to lose the movement in her hand if the glass started going deeper and cutting tendons. She stopped what she was doing as Monica asked to see her hand. The motherly tone she used cause her off guard and she dropped the tweezers on the floor. She cleared her throat and nodded again as she picked up the plastic interment and slowly held out her hand. She felt nervous and the urge to run made her body tense. Suddenly she was talking, her mouth just moving on its own as if she had to explain herself.<strong> “I…I didn’t … I mean, I thought Hayden would be here to help me. I don’t have my own first aid kit. If I had known…”</strong>She bit her lower lip and shook her head.<strong>“I'm sorry, I wouldn’t have intruded, I should’ve waited.” </strong>She rubbed her face with her good hand, she should’ve gone after Jax. The information about the pack and the oncoming war in her journal could lead the church to them. The thought terrified her, she could have just signed the whole pack its death warns with what she had written out of confidence that no one would see it. She tried to recall any entries that could expose them but could only think of a couple were she talked about Nate’s ideas of a world with fear of the church. She hoped that Jax would not relay the book to hunters, it would expose himself as a wolf and possibly get him caught as well. She knew him too smart to do something as stupid to do that. If anything the journal could be seen as a novel or just ideas for one to the humans. She let out a pent up breath, what was Jax up to? The thought of him going to her father made her heart cringe and skin to prickle with fear. He would need her to do so, her father would want proof that the book belonged to her and with her years of staying with her new pack her smell was almost lost to even her own nose. A million other ideas of what Jax would do came to mind only making her head ache, or it was possibly her head wound stating to heal.<br/><br/>The sound of the hunter from before, Jake, echoed into the bathroom and she tilted her head to hear him. It was just more bad news. She closed her eyes and leaned forward to stare down at her own shoeless feet and the wood grain of the cabin floor. There was so much going on around her and suddenly she was so aware of it all. She dint think it was this bad, she had been living in the cabins for years without this type of news, though she doubted it was new to Nate. She wondered what else she had been blind to and turned to Monica with a somber face. The woman was nice and she could tell she was trying her best to be careful and gentle as she looked over her hand. Lucy felt bad that she had pulled her from the important meeting but was concerned enough to tend to her.<strong>“Thank you…”</strong>she whispered in a hushed voice. Her eyes shined with appreciation and even graced her with a small smile. Nate’s voice carried into the bathroom and set her mind at ease that he was so near. He sounded confident and she had to believe he had a plan if not to trust he would protect the pack from danger. She then made the choice to not tell Nate about Jax and to handle the problem with the wolf herself. Her Alpha had too much to worry about then a missing book and a pushy hound dog. Whatever Jax wanted from her she would have to either give in or fight back, either way she wasn’t going to let it affect the others. With her mind set she continued to watch Moncia work, feeling as if she were being tended to by her own mother.<br/>