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[dead_onthescene]

There are two dead men in this school, two men she's torn to pieces, shredding them like they're nothing. Like they're just nothing. It's like a drug, burning through her system, hot and dark and like nothing she's ever felt before, but Ginger knows there isn't going to be a crash. She's a fucking werewolf, after all, not a junkie and she can't

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[loaded_wolf]

Angua was returning to the Compound from patrol, Gavin along and nearby, when she heard a scream. She hurried ahead, and the scream was followed by a shout.

The girl making all the noise was upwind, and Angua could smell the blood. Not nearly as strongly as Before, but she could, and it gave her a funny feeling. Behind her, Gavin growled.

"Quiet," she muttered in Canine, never taking her eyes off the girl. That blood wasn't hers.

"What happened?" Angua asked the girl.

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"He would've hurt her," Ginger answers immediately, startled by both the growl and the sound of the woman's voice, the words feeling wrenched from her. "He would've called my mom and he would've hurt Brigitte and... nothing. Nothing happened, I'm fine. I just need to get back to the school."

But this doesn't look anything like Baily Downs. This looks like a jungle and as far as Ginger can remember, there's nothing resembling a jungle in Baily Downs.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua was a copper, it was her job to put two and two together, and this situation all seemed very obvious to her. Whether what she was thinking was right or not remained to be seen.

"Ah, nothing happened, and blood simply rains from the sky?" she replied dryly, hoping to set the girl off to get a bit more out of the girl.

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"I wouldn't be surprised. I used to think werewolves weren't real either," Ginger mutters, mostly to herself, rubbing her bloody hands against the front of her skirt, trying to rid herself of the scent. It isn't like before, she can't smell things like she could back home and that's strange enough, but Ginger doesn't know what to make of any of this.

"Where the hell am I?" she asks, frowning deeply, pushing her hair back off her face nervously. "I just... I want to go home."