Taking care of him., open;;

[amelie jade thorn]

Amelie walked through the door of the house with Sam in tow. Of course, this wasn't much difference of her every day schedual. The little boy was starting to get heavy, since he was three years old. She smiled when she set him down on the couch and watched his eyes.

"Now you stay here little Sam. Mommy needs to go into the next room," she told him with a wink, and walked into the next room to fix dinner. When she walked in, she heard the door open, and in came Sam.

"Sam, you know you're not allowed in the kitchen! Go back into the living room and sit. I am fixing dinner baby," she told him. She heard him say something, but she could hear him, because by that time, she heard a siren. Of course, back to war. "Baby, we're going to be alright. Mommy doesn't have to fight," she told him, picking him up. When she walked inside, she saw a couple men in the living room. By their scent, she could immediatly figure out that they weren't werewolves. She opened her mouth and let out a blood curdling scream and shielded Sam from harm, waiting for the pain to come.

[caleb gabriel maddox]

It wasn't often that the housing developments which held most of the werewolves that Caleb was in contact with changed in any way from one day to the next. Day after day, scent after scent, roar after scream after cry... there were even stomachs growling that if loud enough could be heard floating amongst the night air. But tonight the other stomachs weren't heard, for Caleb's was the loudest. He was a growing pup that needed to eat, and the nagging hunger pains were really starting to get to him. He always tried to go as long as possible before having to kill something innocent... but then he would just think about how he really didn't care about said innocent thing, and he'd just go ahead and pounce. But tonight was different.

The sky was starting to turn onto its darker side as Caleb walked down the street, his nose perched high in the air, fists balled in his pocket. Something wasn't right. There was someone in this area that wasn't supposed to be here. Someone, or something... he could tell he was stepping in the right direction, the smell becoming so strong that he couldn't almost see it floating out of one particular house. That was Amelie's house... there was something in there...

"Agh, shit..." he said as he noticed Amelie already walking in the front door. He was afraid to call out for fear of allerting the intruders that he knew of their presence. He quickly galloped down the street, growling to God as if praying that she didn't lock the door. The moment his hand was on the doorknob, he heard the scream and he pushed in hard (which caused him to stumble ever so slightly, see as how he was half-expecting the door to be locked). "Down!" He growled in his gruff voice, letting his claws extend as he leaped over Amelie and her son, fists in front of him and making contact with the two people who smelled nothing like a creature in these parts should. "Get the kid out of here!" he snarled as he pinned the two other beings down to the ground, hoping to God that he could take both long enough for Amelie to get out.

[amelie jade thorn]

Amelie watched carefully when she ducked, still shielding Sam. When she heard the deep voice, she ran, and ran hard, still carrying Sam, protecting him from the terrible view, the scene that wouldn't haunt her, but him. 'Where to take him,' she thought to herself, almost paniced. She didn't know where Sam could be safe at.

At last, she found her friend's house. She pounded on the door, then remembered where she put her key. "Hey, I need to leave Sam here for a bit. Don't let him out of your sight!" she cried, then ran out the door, changing into her free spirited form. She ran down the street at full speed and back to her house.

[caleb gabriel maddox]

Caleb had absolutely no clue who the two guys now lying beneath him were; and though they struggled, there was no way that they were getting out of Caleb's grip. He was trying his best to keep from completely tearing him apart, his stomach growling more loudly as he exerted energy. He brought his knee up into one of the guys' crotch, pinning him harder, his grip only tightening. God, he was hungry... althought their scent was rancid at first, it was starting to do amazingly appetizing tricks to his nose... but he couldn't kill. Not yet.

"Not until we find out why you're here..." he said, finishing his mental;y established statement aloud. There were only two things on his mind right now: Where the fuck is Amelie? and My tummy's tumbling.

[amelie jade thorn]

Amelie bounded into the room where Caleb was and changed back and she flew over him. "Back," she muttered, out of breath. She looked at the two men, and didn't recognize the scent. Of course, she didn't want to either. "What's next on the list?" she mumbled as she kneeled down next to the men.