Re: Dance Floor
Despite the crowd and the noise and her costume, Hunter found his sister as though he were being pulled to her by magic. From what he had read, it was something that could come from his inner wolf, that ability to find someone he had marked as his own. Then again, half of what he'd read about werewolves in books was absolute rubbish. Hunter had kept his costume simple, dressed in a combination of leather and green fabric. It was a very clear representation of his name, ironic of course, since he actually hated the idea of hunting. Fawn was different, however. He could catch her over and over again, and never harm her.
"You look absolutely adorable," he smiled, taking Fawn's hand in his own and kissing it.
"Like some lovely creature that might wander out of the woods, out back of the house."