The thrumming beat of a new song reinvigorated her, the temptation to run so strong. It's worse if you run sounded more like a challenge than a warning. She was headstrong and incredibly stubborn. She just needed to get to another member of her pack. Isaac was somewhere in here, she could try and catch his scent if she could get close enough to him. She'd have to try, work past the cologne and incredible reek of desperation clinging to the air.
When his hand slips from her shoulder, she makes her move - trying to lose him in the crowd and head towards the back room of the club to slip out into the alley. She didn't care if she'd hurt Jackson, hadn't paid attention to the desperation in his voice. If she were older, maybe. Of course, if she were older, she wouldn't have been caught in this situation. At least that's what she was telling herself.
Run, just run and don't stop.
Catching a whiff of Isaac, she changes course towards a staircase tucked away on the side. Her straight blonde strands bounce around her, something that might've been picturesque if her face wasn't contorted in fear and anger. She could do this, he had to be close. She just needed to get up the stairs. Feet don't fail me now.
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When his hand slips from her shoulder, she makes her move - trying to lose him in the crowd and head towards the back room of the club to slip out into the alley. She didn't care if she'd hurt Jackson, hadn't paid attention to the desperation in his voice. If she were older, maybe. Of course, if she were older, she wouldn't have been caught in this situation. At least that's what she was telling herself.
Run, just run and don't stop.
Catching a whiff of Isaac, she changes course towards a staircase tucked away on the side. Her straight blonde strands bounce around her, something that might've been picturesque if her face wasn't contorted in fear and anger. She could do this, he had to be close. She just needed to get up the stairs. Feet don't fail me now.