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the fact she didnât flinch when her eyes glowed an unnatural hue of blue said a lot about allison. about her life, about past, about her experiences. it didnât say she was reckless or fearless; an icy fog settled in the pit of her stomach. blue meant killer. blue meant murderer. blue did not mean self-defense. allison swallowed, searching for some response. should she run? should she stand her grand? it didnât actually seem like the werewolf meant to hurt her. she said iâm worried and she sounded worried. still⊠she was an argent. hunting was her blood, her upbringing, her instincts. âiâwho did you kill?â she asked. âiâm not trusting you until i know.â she shook her head. âi canât. iâm sorry, i canât.â
talia wasnât exactly eager to explain to this stranger who she had killed, but clearly that meant that whoever this was was at least aware of the supernatural. it was always pretty hit or miss when it came to exposing your abilities like that. but talia just had a gut feeling that something more was going on here. she let out a soft sigh, hesitating on whether or not she should even bother. but something told her itâd be worth it to at least try to get through to this girl. âa jogger, about two years ago. my parents didnât exactly do a great job and i had to teach myself a lot of what i know about control. which by the way, is loads better now than it was then. i promise.â













