Outlaws, heathens, they call us.

Notes: 167cm, 55kg, brown eyes.
Outfit: Buttoned, white on black dotted dress and earthy-colored ballet flats. She has a knitted earthy-colored cardigan laying nearby

It was quite late for most of the kids to be awake and have enough energy to play games, so for now Melissa sat with four tweens around a bonfire. She had made a batter to make twist bread on sticks. Earlier they had been cutting the sticks, so nothing dirty would be where the batter would be put. Her hair was thrown over the shoulder, out of the way, while she sat with one of the younger ones on her lab. She tried to guide the hands of the kid, so there hopefully would not be any holes in the bread.
She sat in a long dress, with short sleeves. It was slightly cold now that it was late in the evening, but she hadn’t had the time to go pick up her cardigan which laid on a tree stump ten meters away on top of her earthy-colored bag.
With gentles fingers she led one hand across to the other, circling down the stick with the batter. As she could smell someone approach, she just imagined it might’ve been one of the parents, and just acted like nothing. But as the person got closer, she could tell that this person had some power, and when she was greeted, she immediately looked up, almost frozen. Her brown eyes staring into his dark. Though Melissa had been helping this pack for a while, she still wasn’t a part of it, and an alpha might not like her presence. But he seemed somewhat calm and curious, and it didn’t take him long, before he asked her to continue what she was doing. She gave him a gentle smile, before she removed her eyes from his to look back down at the kid’s twist bread. The few seconds of lost concentration had already made its visible tracks in the twisted bread. Now it was a twist bread with a spiral on top. She giggled slightly, before she tried to guide the kid to move the spiral towards the rest of the batter, so it hopefully wouldn’t have any holes. As they finally finished the braiding of the bread, she asked the kid to sit on her own tree stump and gently supported her with getting the bread into the fire. She watched all of the kids for a moment, guiding them if their bread was too low in the fire, risking burns. Their emotions were always a murmur in the back of her head, so she could easily tell if the kid was having trouble or got frustrated in any way. But everything seemed alright right now. As everything seemed to be going fine, she looked up towards the alpha, sending him a gentle smile. If he smiled back, she would walk around the bonfire to approach him, stretching out a hand as she got close enough. “Hi. Yes, I am Melissa,” she presented her gently, “Your name is Deacon, right?” she asked. She had heard Diego and the kids talk about him, occasionally, but the alpha hadn’t been present, and she just needed to know that it actually was him even though the aura wasn’t really to be mistaken.

She sent him a slight smile as he told her that he was indeed Deacon. She understood Spanish quite well having an aunt who married a Spanish man, who moved to Spain. Language had always had Melissa’s interest.
He complimented her, and she couldn’t help but loose eye contact for a moment, as if she was shy, but in fact she really just took in the compliment. “Thank you. I was planning on staying the night, now that it’s dark,” she said with a slight smile. “And I met Diego about one and a half years ago and have been helping on and off,” she said and shrugged slightly. “I’ve been here almost every weekend,” she said with a smile. She still had her school to look out for, but from Friday to early mornings on Mondays she had stayed with the pack – but never been a part of it. But maybe, she was lucky enough to get invited at some point.
Her eyes followed his gesture to sit on one of the wooden stools, which she calmly moved over to, even though she would rather stand, with the possibility to move around. Sitting down was going to make her cold. Of course, she could’ve picked up her cardigan, but she didn’t want to be too slow when she was talking with the alpha. It craved her attention.
She folded her hands in front of her and rested her underarms on her thighs watching the children around the campfire. The sight was only disturbed by Deacon asking a question, making her look towards him, about to ask him to repeat the question – but as soon as she saw him fiddling with money, she knew. She raised a hand and gestured him to put away the money, “No, no. You don’t owe me anything,” she tried to assure him, “I love spending time here. With them,” she said and looked back at the kids. “I couldn’t possibly be taking money for this,” she said keeping her eyes on the kids, and sighed satisfied by the sight of them rolling their twist bread over the fire.

Melissa looked up at Deacon, as he offered her to sleep in his quarters. She raised her eyebrows slightly surprised. As much as she wanted to stay calm about it, she felt like this might be her gate to getting into a pack and hopefully fulfill her parents’ dream. “I’d be my honor,” she replied with a calm smile. She looked back at the children before she excused herself to help some of the kids with their bread and soon after deliver the children to the rightful parent. Waving each child goodbye. As soon as the last child had been picked up, she grabbed her knitted cardigan and put it on, wrapping it around her skinny body and approaching Deacon with a slight smile. It had been quite cold without the cardigan on. She followed right behind him and duck her head while entering the door.
She looked around in the colorful quarter, biting her lip gently as she looked around, with her arms folded around herself to keep herself warm, with the sleeves pulled all the way down to cover her wrists. Even her fingers were cold. Shortly, she looked over at him, as he had washed his head and told her to feel at home. She pulled shortly on a smile before she took of her ballerinas with a simple step, pushing them to the side, so no one would trip over them.
She hadn’t seen this quarter before and therefore looked curiously and calm around. “Can I ask you something?” she asked, and wandered over to the window awaiting his reply. If he told her just to ask, she would look over her shoulder and ask, “Where have you been all this time?”

Melissa bit gently onto her lip as he replied that he had been out doing his part. It made her wonder what exactly he meant that was, because while she had been there it had seemed like Diego had been in charge, as if he had been the alpha. She looked down onto the floor knowing that she probably couldn’t ask about more of his actions the last couple of years. She almost felt like she had been the glue with Diego, and it had been odd.

He offered her to wash her face before she went to sleep, which made her look up and give him a gentle smile before she approached the bucket which he was moving away from. “Thank you,” she replied quietly. As she stood by the filled bucket, she cupped some water in her hands. “You know, I wouldn’t trust Diego,” she mumbled before she splashed the water in her face, rubbing it slightly before she dried most of the water away. She then turned to him. “He’s been acting like this pack was his,” she said and folded her arms while looking at him. “I believe he might be up to something, now that you’re back,” she said and pulled on a worried expression.

As soon as she had mentioned she wouldn’t have trusted Diego, she could sense that it was some kind of sensitive spot. Deacon didn’t want to believe her, and truly enough, as she had spoken, he rushed to her and pushed her up against the wall. When her back met the wall, a small huff left her lips, from air being forced to leave her lungs. She felt how his forearm pressed her torso tightly up against the wall. She breathed out as he started to question her. She controlled her own reactions, so she wouldn’t flare up in anger. So she stood calm. Something most werewolves wouldn’t be able to do if they were pressed up against a wall like this. “I don’t have any plan or endgame. I just wish the best for the kids,” she said looking into his eyes, and started to manipulate his feelings. Lowering the anger, distrust, and skepticism towards her. He seemed to be strong, but something in him had also traumatized him to be an easier target for her.

“How could I be planning anything?” she asked, trying to bring up guilt. “I’ve been helping your pack. I’ve stood beside Diego all of this time, listening to his plans. He trusts me,” she said using as much as she could to convince him.

It worked fine. She played along and got a slightly worried look on her face. “I am telling you this because I don’t think that it’s fair to take something that isn’t theirs,” she said and tiled her head caringly. He seemed to be slightly confused, which was understandable when she had just changed his emotions. Some took it better than others, but it all depended on how much she changed – and with him, it had been quite a lot. He asked for her advice and she lifted her eyebrows slightly. She hadn’t expected that. “I think we should wait and see if he is actually going to go through with it,” she said and lifted her hand to place it on his shoulder. “He might have had a change of heart, now that you’re back,” she said softly looking into Deacons dark brown eyes. Deep and almost without an end.
“We should get some rest,” she then said giving him a calm smile.

She gave him a slight smile when it seemed like he agreed to the plan about waiting. He then reminded her of her going to have the bed, and him going to sleep on the floor. “Thank you,” she replied. She tugged her cardigan closer, lowered her gaze and moved towards the bed. She then let the cardigan slide of her shoulders and fall onto the ground revealing her lean hourglass figure covered in pale golden skin. It was cold, standing there in the room which hadn’t had any live activity for more than a year. She pulled up the comforter and tugged herself under it, feeling how it was still too cold. After a short while she decided to sit straight up, looking for Deacon and hopefully catching his eyes. “Deacon?” she asked hoping to gain his full attention and turned up on her ability again. “Wouldn’t you like to keep me company here?” she asked and patted the spot next to her. “It’s quite cold, and I believe the floor is even colder,” she mentioned. If he seemed to agree or just approach, she would pull the comforter aside so he could get into the bed, before she would lay down, hoping that her manipulation was great enough that he would put his arms around her to keep her warm.

Melissa pulled on a light smile as it somehow seemed like the message got in wrongly. She wanted him to believe she cared for him and his wellbeing, not that she wanted him to keep her warm. But it worked anyway. He wanted to keep her warm and went to the bed before he got under the comforter with her and wrapped his arms around her. He was nice and warm compared to her, and it felt lovely to sleep next to someone.

Melissa was a light sleeper and therefore opened her eyes as she heard someone enter. She didn’t do a thing and made sure that nothing would make any of them aware of the fact that she was awake. Her heartrate sped up as she heard Diego run towards Deacon and tried to stab him. As if she had just woken up, she almost jumped to the side, away from the fight as if she knew nothing of this. But she had been planning seeds, knowing that something would happen. Deacon headbutted his beta and rolled out of the bed. Melissa grabbed the comforter and pulled it closer to herself. She hadn’t expected a sword fight.

Slowly, Melissa got out of the bed, still fully dressed. She hadn’t expected that Diego would be trying to kill the alpha with a sword while she slept in his bunkers. But alright, this was how things were going right now. As it looked like right now, Deacon wouldn’t be doing well, since Diego had practiced, even though it hadn’t been anything Melissa had planted in his head.

As if she was a scared and traumatized child, she said nothing, but let her eyes stay on the two men fighting. She stood somewhere in between the child and the coldhearted woman who wondered who would win and didn’t want to miss it. She was a soft woman and honestly couldn’t handle the sight of blood, betrayal, or anger. She hated it and therefore always strived away from it, most often using her ability. Deacon wished for her to get the back and deliver the message that Diego tried to kill him, but she couldn’t move. Frozen, like a fawn.

Deacon’s sword was pushed out of his hands and landed away from him, closer to Melissa. Should she grab it? She could smell that Deacon was bleeding. Metallic and somewhat round. Oh, how a vampire would love to get a taste of that. She wondered if the pack could smell it too?
Melissa raised her eyebrows as she heard how Diego had processed the things she had planted in his mind. Small seeds had evolved to a much greater emotion. She was proud of what she was capable of, but dang it – why now?
Deacon got to push his beta away, telling him this wasn’t the truth. That he had done everything in his might, to help the pack – even though he hadn’t been there. He had helped from afar. What a man. Diego then pointed the reason to Melissa. She, the girl who had no pack – a lone wolf – had made him see the light.


The distance between the bold brows got smaller in a frown. How did he dare give her the ‘blame’. He should’ve known better than to put her right in front of the bullseye. “I’ve never said he abandoned his duty as alfa. I questioned his presence,” she explained. Even though she had been sleeping just a moment ago, her mind was clear to use her ability, making Diego feel guilty for putting Melissa in any kind of bad light, but at the same time increase the distrust to Deacon. For Deacon, she made the trust towards her grow. She needed them both to see her as an angel, as if she would never harm, manipulate or con her way through anything. She licked her lips, before she put her thumb and index finger in her mouth to whistle highly enough to make the whole territory wake. Everyone would be able to localize the whistle to the alpha’s quarters. Soon, everyone would be able to witness who was going to be alpha from this day and many years to come.

Melissa took a step backwards as Deacon smacked his skull against Diegos. Oh, how that must be leaving a headache. Deacon asked the beta to continue outside, but the beta laughed. They started fighting like animals. Fangs, claws, biting and throwing each other around.
At some point, Deacon got into an opening and broke the neck on his beta. The mere sound was only adding to the trauma. Melissa wasn’t used to all of this blood, cracking bones, and fighting in general. Oh, how she would be having nightmares for a while.
Deacon then moved towards Melissa, seemingly having quite the wounds on his hands. He asked if she was alright. Her big brown eyes blinked a little, somewhat shook by the whole situation. “I’ll be fine,” she said and blinked a little more, feeling how her eyes got wet. This was an awful experience. “You should probably go outside,” she whispered somewhat hoarse.

Melissa felt his hand upon hers making her remember to breath once, to notice that the emotions in the room was lesser now but they were still running a bit on adrenaline. The pack outside all murmured with their emotions. It was slightly overwhelming to have most of the pack standing outside, but it was alright right now, when she was inside. She nodded her fine, innocent, and angelic face as he mentioned that he didn’t know what had gotten into him. She didn’t know either. The seeds she had planted had taken their own toll on the beta. She was lost for words. “I’m sorry for your loss,” was the only thing she could say, almost as if it was an automatic thing for her to say. She looked down at their hands as he told her to wash herself. She sank a lump in her throat. “Okay,” she said softly looking back up at him, giving him a light smile. A bath sounded like a great plan. “You should get someone to look at your wounds,” she suggested. It would be quite dramatic if he ended up getting a blood poisoning because he didn’t aid his wounds.

She took her hand back and went to the bathroom, shutting the door – but not locking it. She undressed herself completely and with a simple movement she had tied her hair so it wouldn’t get wet…

She dried her body and patted her face gently before she got herself dressed again and went outside to look after Deacon.