#〈 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃? 〉 BETH W : threads.

[wyrdhearth]

@wereveaux liked. alcide herveaux ➵ beth washington.

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 has caused quite the stir around bon temps ––the oldest (living) washington arrived in the dead of night a week ago, immediately moved into her uncle's cabin in the woods, and started walking around town like she's been here her whole life. she notices the way the locals eye her, with curiosity or with condemnation. truly, she couldn't give a damn. it's a laissez faire kind of thing. if they don't bark, she won't bite.

but if they start following her through the woods... well. beth pauses, glancing over her shoulder and through the trees, squinting. ❝ you can come out, ❞ she calls. ❝ whatever you want, just come on out with it so we can go about our day, 'kay? ❞

[wyrdhearth]

𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. growing up, beth could hear a single drop of rain hit the roof of her childhood home. if her younger brother josh was trying to sneak out of the house, she could practically hear the thought pop into his head minutes before he even had his shoes on. ❝ out here's dangerous? you don't say... ❞ her tone is dry, like the leaves littering the forest floor.

she swivels her flashlight up along his form, observing everything from his shoes to the messy waves of this stranger's hair. ❝ private property you said? no kidding... ❞ she trails off, almost as though losing interest. ❝ I'll make sure I don't uh... stray too far. ❞ she gives him a wan smile, starting to turn away. ❝ don't worry, stranger. I'm a big girl. ❞ that's right: a big girl with a big gun tucked into her backpack. ❝ I've climbed mount denali twice. I think I can handle the woods. ❞

this is pack territory. and since he's become packmaster ( and while the world around them continues to unravel into chaos ) it's become imperative that strangers stay off their territory. he can barely keep control of his own damn pack -- can only imagine what would happen if they decided to go wolf outside of the realm of moonlight.

luckily this hadn't been one of those nights. no moon light, no shifting. but it didn't mean his pack hadn't been on alert otherwise. turns out, someone veered off the path in the woods. a little too close to comfort near their homes. alcide had decided to check things out on his own. worst case scenario, he could always shift and run off. when another came into view, he'd kept his distance. but she was good. how the hell did she sense him? well, she knew already, so...

pushing past low tree branches, he stops a distance away. ❝ it's dangerous to be out here this late, ya know. and you're nearing private property. ❞