paradisa | [Written] [Filtered from Brock Samson and anyone who would hurt the werewolves]

I know it wasn't your fault. I know you can't control it. I might have put you in danger and I want to help you, and your friends. Please, contact me, or come and see me ... whatever. I want to protect you.

[She looked down to what she had written, rubbing her forehead briefly. Honestly, she had read the books. She knew how people felt about mutts - how she did - but this was different. They didn't choose this. She had to find him, and she had to help him and his friends. It was the right thing to do.]