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“Hey. It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” She looked up into the girl’s eyes and listened to her heartbeat. It was beating fast because she was scared but it didn’t raise when she spoke. She wasn’t lying. Surely Derek and Peter had heard that. Why were they still keeping her here? “I believe you. I don’t know why Derek and Peter have you here..I’m sorry.”

Gulping hard, Summer got a grip on her fear and inched back toward the other girl — Erica. “Derek and Peter? Those are the men who have me?” She put her fingers through the bars of the cage. “I don’t understand why I’m here. I didn’t do anything. They keep demanding I give up the nogitsune — I’m not a fox spirit!”

“Yeah..they’re my pack..well one of them is, the other is an entitled asshole.” She was talking about Peter, obviously. “I don’t know why they’ve got you here either. Your heart  would tell them that you’re not lying and- wait. you know what a nogitsune is?”

“M-my heart?” Summer leaned her forehead against the bars. “What does my heart have to do with anything?” She tried to puzzle it out, gave up. “Of course I know what a nogitsune is, I read! I’m not stupid. I study Japanese in school, for gods’ sake. What is going on?!”

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Erica smiled slightly at that. “Not technically, no. Thought it does feel like it sometimes. Do you know why they have you here, Summer? Are you something supernatural?” She tried to ease her by continuing to smile softly, hoping that it would help.

The question struck too close to what the men had asked her, over and over. “I’m not what you think I am,” she said, hopelessly. “I’m not.” She couldn’t stop herself flinching backwards, against the bars of the cage. “You have to believe me.”

“Hey. It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” She looked up into the girl’s eyes and listened to her heartbeat. It was beating fast because she was scared but it didn’t raise when she spoke. She wasn’t lying. Surely Derek and Peter had heard that. Why were they still keeping her here? “I believe you. I don’t know why Derek and Peter have you here..I’m sorry.”

Gulping hard, Summer got a grip on her fear and inched back toward the other girl — Erica. “Derek and Peter? Those are the men who have me?” She put her fingers through the bars of the cage. “I don’t understand why I’m here. I didn’t do anything. They keep demanding I give up the nogitsune — I’m not a fox spirit!”

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Summer lifted her head from her knees at the sound of footsteps, and blinked in confusion at the sight of someone new. Usually the sly one brought her food, what little she was given, but this person was a blonde girl, close to her own age. She uncurled, as much as she could, and reached for the food, slowly.

“I’m Summer,” she whispered. “Are you — are you a prisoner too?” Her hands shook as she held the cup of water. 

Erica smiled slightly at that. “Not technically, no. Thought it does feel like it sometimes. Do you know why they have you here, Summer? Are you something supernatural?” She tried to ease her by continuing to smile softly, hoping that it would help.

The question struck too close to what the men had asked her, over and over. “I’m not what you think I am,” she said, hopelessly. “I’m not.” She couldn’t stop herself flinching backwards, against the bars of the cage. “You have to believe me.”

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She couldn’t remember how long she’d been down there. Without sunlight, days and night blurred together into a hazy scramble of nightmare-laced sleep, brief questioning, and useless attempts to find a way out. She’d tried screaming for help, logical reasoning, tearful pleas — nothing worked. She might have had more luck if she’d been able to pick locks, or wasn’t closed up in a cage slightly smaller than her height.

And that was all setting aside the occasional dose of electricity they jolted her with, and whatever was in the food that managed to suppress her power.

So far she’d seen two, both male. They had a family resemblance, though one was dark and rugged-looking and the other more clean-cut and lighter. Honestly, it was the lighter man she was more afraid of — in the brief times she wasn’t drugged, she could sense a terrifying edge of cunning. The dark one was just scared, mostly, and hiding it.

She curled up small in the cage and rocked quietly, trying to keep her thoughts together. Her stomach growled.

Erica hated this. Keeping prisoners was what hunters did, not them. And surely if this girl was a nogitsune then she would’ve tried to break out already. Peter and Derek both disagreed with her and wanted to keep her locked up and make sure they could keep an eye on her. Leaving her down there made Erica sick to her stomach. She could hear her crying at night and that killed Erica. No one deserved to be that scared.

For the first time since they’d captured her, both Derek and Peter had left, trusting that Erica wouldn’t do anything that they didn’t want her to. Damn the bond between alphas because she didn’t want to listen to Derek but still felt like she had to. She could hear the girl’s stomach rumble and quickly set about, making her food and getting water. She wasn’t allowed to release her but that didn’t mean she was going to let her starve.

She made her way down the steps and into the basement where the cage was. She walked over and turned off the electricity before pushing the food through the slot and turning it back on. The girl looked the same age as Erica and completely terrified as she rocked in a ball.

“Hi…what’s your name? I’m Erica.”

Summer lifted her head from her knees at the sound of footsteps, and blinked in confusion at the sight of someone new. Usually the sly one brought her food, what little she was given, but this person was a blonde girl, close to her own age. She uncurled, as much as she could, and reached for the food, slowly.

“I’m Summer,” she whispered. “Are you — are you a prisoner too?” Her hands shook as she held the cup of water. 

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She couldn’t remember how long she’d been down there. Without sunlight, days and night blurred together into a hazy scramble of nightmare-laced sleep, brief questioning, and useless attempts to find a way out. She’d tried screaming for help, logical reasoning, tearful pleas — nothing worked. She might have had more luck if she’d been able to pick locks, or wasn’t closed up in a cage slightly smaller than her height.

And that was all setting aside the occasional dose of electricity they jolted her with, and whatever was in the food that managed to suppress her power.

So far she’d seen two, both male. They had a family resemblance, though one was dark and rugged-looking and the other more clean-cut and lighter. Honestly, it was the lighter man she was more afraid of — in the brief times she wasn’t drugged, she could sense a terrifying edge of cunning. The dark one was just scared, mostly, and hiding it.

She curled up small in the cage and rocked quietly, trying to keep her thoughts together. Her stomach growled.

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Erica was wet and cold. The one day she’d decided to walk to school, the weather had freakishly decided to turn in the middle of the day and bucket down with rain. She reached her front yard when she saw her red haired friend sitting on the doorstep in tears. “Summer? Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She ran over to her and embraced her in a hug, pulling the girl’s head into her shoulder to try and comfort her. She hated seeing Summer sad and she would do anything to make whatever was making her cry go away.

“Trust me about the others. Wolf senses can tell everything. I’m practically psychic.” She grinned at her, trying to lighten her mood slightly. “Ok hun, you want me to walk back to the school with you right? Tomorrow is good, we can go over with Scott, he has a shift tomorrow.”

Summer couldn’t help laughing at Erica’s assertion of psychism. “Earth to you, girl, I /am/ psychic.” She shook her head, grinning. “Let me get my clothes. Tell Scott at lunch?”

“Sounds like a plan.” She waited for Summer to collect her things and then walked down to the front door with her, thankful that the rain had stopped. “Are we driving or walking?”

“Driving. I should probably not dawdle, I bet I get a text from mom on the way home as it is.” ‘Or they might just send Winter after me and that would be embarrassing … ’ “I’ll bring your clothes back tomorrow.”

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Erica was wet and cold. The one day she’d decided to walk to school, the weather had freakishly decided to turn in the middle of the day and bucket down with rain. She reached her front yard when she saw her red haired friend sitting on the doorstep in tears. “Summer? Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She ran over to her and embraced her in a hug, pulling the girl’s head into her shoulder to try and comfort her. She hated seeing Summer sad and she would do anything to make whatever was making her cry go away.

“I know you’re scared Summer, believe me, I know what it’s like to have something inside of you that you can’t control. But we’re going to get through this together. You’re not going to lose anyone. We all love you so much and we’d never push you away.”

“You love me,” Summer said quietly. “I’m not so sure about the others right now.” She sighed again, and looked up at Erica. “I should probably go home now. I guess we’ll go over to Dr Deaton’s tomorrow after school?”

“Trust me about the others. Wolf senses can tell everything. I’m practically psychic.” She grinned at her, trying to lighten her mood slightly. “Ok hun, you want me to walk back to the school with you right? Tomorrow is good, we can go over with Scott, he has a shift tomorrow.”

Summer couldn’t help laughing at Erica’s assertion of psychism. “Earth to you, girl, I /am/ psychic.” She shook her head, grinning. “Let me get my clothes. Tell Scott at lunch?”

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Send me a " ○ " for my character's reaction to finding yours sitting outside in the rain, upset and crying

Erica was wet and cold. The one day she’d decided to walk to school, the weather had freakishly decided to turn in the middle of the day and bucket down with rain. She reached her front yard when she saw her red haired friend sitting on the doorstep in tears. “Summer? Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She ran over to her and embraced her in a hug, pulling the girl’s head into her shoulder to try and comfort her. She hated seeing Summer sad and she would do anything to make whatever was making her cry go away.

“Trust me, Summer. You aren’t even at the top of the list for weird things in this town. You worry too much, you know that?” She didn’t understand why Summer was always so down on herself. Sure, what had just happened was a lot to take in but that was no reason to condemn herself or her relationship with Isaac.

Summer unwound herself from Erica’s hug and went back into the bathroom, rubbing her face with cold water. “I’m just really, really scared,” she muttered. “I don’t understand what’s happening.” She looked back at Erica. “You guys are the first real friends I’ve had in a long time. I’m terrified of losing that.”

“I know you’re scared Summer, believe me, I know what it’s like to have something inside of you that you can’t control. But we’re going to get through this together. You’re not going to lose anyone. We all love you so much and we’d never push you away.”

“You love me,” Summer said quietly. “I’m not so sure about the others right now.” She sighed again, and looked up at Erica. “I should probably go home now. I guess we’ll go over to Dr Deaton’s tomorrow after school?”