[sylvanSpider]

Ashlynne Glass

Ashlynne, from deep sleep, sat up suddenly, every hair on her arms standing on end. Her waking didn't stop the noises, however. She wasn't dreaming. Running her hand over the half-shaved side of her head, the first thing her mind went to was I'm getting robbed again? She pulled out her gun from under her pillow. Unfortunately, this kind of thing was entirely too common, but she was ready. She'd been through this before.

The door to her living quarters (if they could be called that, that is, if this was "living") flew open was she kicked it open cocking her gun, "Alright. Drop whatever it is you've picked up. I worked hard to get to where I am, and I'm not about to give it up." Seeing who the perpetrator was, however, she froze, eyes wide. I have a goddamned werewolf in my living room...