"Dammit, boy," Alex said, getting aggrevated. "If you're looking for the refugee camp, it's further down the street. I can smell the blood all the way over here." She clenched her wound, which now had a good stream of blood dying her shirt a crimson color. She was feeling dizzy now, and she went limp. She had fainted.

Azalie was a bit taken back when Stucka just took off. She followed him, and saw a young boy with a sickly-looking girl with red hair in his arms. And then she noticed the bullet wound. "Stucka, let me handle this," she said, stepping forward. It took her a while to remember the spell, but she finally remembered it.

She placed her hand over the girl's wound, and said, "Sendatu," calmly. Soon, the wound began to glow. When the glowing stopped, the wound was gone. However, using the spell had an effect on Azalie. Whenever she healed someone, it took a lot of energy out of her. She fell to her knees, but quickly got up, holding onto Stucka's arm for support.

~~~

Alex's breathing slowed significantly when the healing took place, but when it was finished, her breathing returned to normal, and her pulse picked up. Azalie had closed the wound, which stopped the blood from flowing out of the wound. Alex would wonder what happened later...

"Yes, I'm a witch, and I've seen the girl running around town for a while. I haven't seen her much, though." Azalie looked at the girl's face and said, "The police are after her a lot..." She sighed. "That's about all I know."

~~~

Almost as if on cue, Alex woke up. What she said wasn't goint to make any sense, but at least she was consious. "Ugghh..." She said, rubbing her head. "I feel like... truck... me..." She tried to say, 'I feel like a truck hit me,' but epically failed.

"I'm pretty sure she'd just escaped the police when I found her," Ryland replied with a curt little nod. Hearing that this girl was a local was good, but he was a bit disappointed that they didn't actually know her personally. He'd hoped that they were so willing to help because they were her friends or something. It would have been nice to be able to drop her off in the care of someone else. Someone else who he could trust to look out for her..

It couldn't be helped though.
"She'll still have to rest, huh?" He asked, looking up at the witch as if she had some sort of medical knowledge. The girl's wound was closed, but she still seemed pale and worn out from the blood loss. It didn't seem like he could just let her go on her way yet.

        Stucka shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling slightly lost, not sure what to do, surely the girl could also rest in his house until she was better, but would any of them mind, not to mention do they trust him enough to let her stay in a total strangers house. He sighed, looking at the girl that rested in the hand's of someone he never met before, so he went with it. "The name's Stucka.....if you want, or don't mind, you can always let her stay at my house until she's fully healed, and regains all her strength, or.....you know, you can always go somewhere close by...." Stucka attempted to smirk, but found it hard due to how hesitant he sounded.
     

        Suddenly, it was like something snapped in his head, his senses kicking back in as he was now out of his panicked mood, his eyes falling upon Alex once again. No way....she can't be... he squinted as he went into deep thought, the scent, even her look signalled a shifter, he knew it, but he didn't say anything, not yet.

Alex's eyes drifted to Stucka. She let out a deep growl. Her eyes turned to slits, and glowed an amber color. She didn't have the ability to shift yet, but she could rip someone's throat out if they didn't watch it. She could smell him... He was different, yet the same as her. She liked it, and hated it at the same time.

~~~

The hairs on Azalie's neck stood on end. She had never heard someone growl like that. It was scary. Her grip on Stucka's arm tightened, and she gulped. Jack moved forward, his top lips lifted up in a wolfy snarl. He was going to protect Azalie if this girl had the guts to attack her.

And then Alex's eyes returned to normal. Her growl faded into a sigh, and she looked up at Ryland, her eyes apologetic. She then looked at Stucka with the same eyes, too. She didn't know what had gotten a hold of herself. She shook her head and said, "I feel like I got hit by a truck."

Azalie felt a bit better when Stucka took a defensive move for her. She eventually loosened her grip on his arm and let out a sigh of relief. "Um, hi." She said to Alex. "Who're you?"

"I'm Alex."