Two out of the three weeks that she had been in town had been leading up to this moment. After weeks of trying to figure out who exactly had cornered her in the woods on her first night in Beacon Hills, her search had finally led her to Mr. Popularity himself, Jackson Whittemore. Sure, she had managed to get away with only a few bruises and a sprained wrist, where as the wolf in question had gotten a blade in their side, but she still wasn't happy about the situation. This is what she was here for though, it only seemed fit that the town she was forced to move to because of their spike in supernatural activity would welcome her with claws and sharp teeth.
Although she would admit, breaking into his car and waiting for him wasn't the most subtle approach, but it was a really nice car.
The fact that she didn't look like the type to know about the supernatural let along actually give a damn was something she used to her advantage. Looking at her no one would guess all of the horror and blood shed that she had witnessed in her lifetime, they were all completely oblivious to her strength and skill. But the tiny blonde had worked her entire life for what was happening in Beacon Hills, its what she was trained for. It wasn't the ideal life, but it was the only one that she knew, and the young hunter refused to walk away from it in the way that her sister did.
As she finally spotted Jackson walking towards his car, Alaya grinned a little. This was going to get interesting. She was fully aware that he was going to get angry, which is exactly what she wanted. To see the wolf in him come out, proving exactly what he was. While the girl wasn't one hundred percent positive that he was the one that attacked her.. seeing as she knew that he wasn't the only wolf in town, from what she'd seen of his personality the pieces seemed to fit more than the others. There was really only one way to be sure, and that was exactly why she was in her current position.
Alaya didn't say a word as he got in the car, not until he noticed her. Raising the knife from her lap, her grip on it grew stronger as she pointed it in his direction. "So, I think its time we had a little chat.. what do you say we go for a drive?" she questioned as her eyebrows raised, showing no sign of fear or any emotion at all to be honest.
