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Rosaline wasn’t surprised to see Benjamin laying on his bed. Generally when her brother wanted to cool off, this is where he would retreat. “I did not come to yell or chastise, brother.” She said, smiling at his reaction. Sometime it seemed to slip his notice just how alike the two were in many ways. It was just that Rose tended to be sneakier in her rage then her brother. 

Benji got off the bed and came towards the door frame, making a comment about how long it would take her to get ready making her laugh. “I need exactly three hours to get ready, thank you very much! And we still have three hours. Besides, last time I checked it took you just as long to get ready.” She teased, poking him in the chest. About that time, Rose felt her sister’s fingers brush her neck as Benjamin talked the unruly child to the ground. Really, did their siblings ever learn? She sighed as she watched the whole interaction with her arms crossed. She owed Hanna no explanation.

Rose sighed as she watched Benji pass her with ease. It was amazingly sad how common it was to snap each other’s necks in this family. She always believed that blood stuck together. Families stayed together. However, she wasn’t sure if Hanna or Sabastian felt that way. They would both turn their siblings in at any chance of more power. “What happened to blood being thicker than water?” she mused aloud. “I snapped Sabastian’s neck to prove a point and make a lesson. He needs to learn how to work as a group, not a self-seeking power grabber.” She shook her head.

With a glance at Hanna, Rose pushed herself up off the door frame and waved at Benji without looking at him. “Black it is. I will see you in a few hours brother.” With that she headed off to her room deep in thought.

Once outside the door, Charles paused to put the potion over his skin then trashed the bottle. With a quick sniff of his arm for his own scent, he was satisfied. Now the trackers would not be able to follow his scent anywhere else. With a grin, he began to walk into town knowing even the vampires would not be able to spot him. Every mildly cute girl he passed made him turn his head, including the vampires. Oh, he loved that he could explore the French Quarter without care!

While walking down the street, Charles saw a pretty young thing that reminded him of the witch from the shop. Despite her rough exterior, she had been really helpful and saved his life. He stopped dead in his tracks, turned around, and ran back to the shop. If his father’s dogs hurt the girl, he would kill them all! As he came closer to the shop, he could smell the other werewolves and knew they were inside. “Damn!” he mumbled as he peeked through the door.

It did not seem, however, that the mutts were planning on hurting her and pretty soon they turned to leave the shop. Charles ducked behind a dumpster in the ally and listened. “Brad, you and Miko stay here. Guard the door in case the brat comes back here. If the girl tried to leave… capture her. She might be good bait for his too tender heart.” The leader, and ugly one, James said. The other three werewolves took off to get closer to the city. Charles cursed under his breath and peeked out from behind the dumpster. He could take the two easily but in a busy street like this, the fight would not go unnoticed. 

There had to be a back door! Charles moved deeper into the ally way as quietly as he could until he found the back door. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he grabbed the handle and gave a good pull. The break echoed through the ally making Charles flinch. The boys surely heard that. He was running out of time. Quickly, he moved through the back of the shop and pulled open the door. “Witch.” He called in a whisper.
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