β; sensitive ears picked up the soft hum of street lamps, a course of electricity that seeped into his bones. Toma rarely entered towns or cities these days. The never ending noise and scents grated at his senses in a way that put him into a foul mood for days. If it werenβt for the full moon that passed just days prior, he could have avoided Forks all together. There was something wrong with this place, he couldnβt put his finger on it. Still, he couldnβt ignore the taste of stale blood on his tongue any longer. Not to mention his joints achedΒ from this months shift. It took him half an hour to find the cities motel and he had to bite down on a growl when he approached the reception door. βFull?β disbelief coloured his voice as he read the motels notice,Β βHow the hell is a motel in a place like this full?β
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Katherine lightly chuckled as she saw Toma. ββYou know, the offer of that empty bedroom still stands, little wolf.β Irony in her words considering he was much taller than her and even when he turnsβmuch bigger. Still, Katherineβs being here was to know more about her birth mother. Finding the family but looking at them from afar. She had no intentions of getting to know them. Just her mother. βBesides, itβs full because there are a few new people in town. Some of the kind that donβt come out during daylight. β
β; a blank look was turned on the woman as he processed her offer.Β βdear katka, I have no intentions of being used as a juice box tonight.β He prided himself on being a stubborn man but she had a certain persistence that broke him down. much to his open disdain. The quite sound of fabric tearing filtered into his ears and it took a moment for him to realize he had torn a hole in the canvas of his rucksack. A town filled to the brim with leeches, perhaps it was a blessing that the motels were booked out.Β βCold, depressing and like a graveyard, Iβm not surprised they came here.β He muttered bitterly,Β βWhyβre you here?β
