She whimpered, pressing back with wide eyes. She didn't dare make any more sound, watching it in fear. *** He watched with intrest, tilting his head.
He growled, eyeing her with bright, vicious eyes. Something changed, though. After a moment of watching her, the Wolf went silent, instead bowing his head and approaching her tentatively. * * * She returned to her work. A few minutes later, he would receive a message from her, detailing everything that the man wanted to meet about.
He also seemed to relax, leaning into her touch. There was a small gasp from the street, and she would see a figure dressed all in black with a lacy mask. "Wolf!" she hissed, approaching. "Get away from her!" * * * Beck was walking home that evening, her brown trenchcoat wrapped around her waist.
Veronica jumped, looking up in surprise. *** Levy was out and about, peering down over streets from skyscrapers with interest.
The Wolf whimpered, returning to the woman. She looked down, almost as if chiding him before looking up at Veronica in wonder. "How... how did you do that?" * * * She was moving quickly, understandable seeing as it was growing dark. A figure approached her as she walked. Beck clearly noticed, but said nothing, keeping her eyes on the ground.
She looked up, intimidated by her. "Do what..?" *** Levy tilted his head, looking down at two figures. He began down, getting closer.
She squinted, looking down at the Wolf by her side before speaking again. "He hurts everyone unless I tell him not to," she replied uncertainly. "Why didn't he attack you?" * * * As they passed each other, the man reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him. "Hello, doll," he cooed. "Stay for a while?"
"I-I don't know.. He just saved me. I didn't do anything." *** Levy watched, his eyes alight with power as he pulled up his mask over his mouth, his brows furrowed.
She squinted at her before gripping the Wolf's neck, pulling him along. "You should be more careful," she called over her shoulder to Veronica. "It's dangerous out here." * * * Beck squinted at him, trying to pull away. "Let go of me," she hissed. He yanked her close again, grinning at her.
She got up with a nod, heading into her room. *** Levy went to the ground, his hands glowing bright patterns of blue. His hair was wild and eyes playful. "Do we have a problem here?"
Beck looked up in surprise, her brow furrowing in confusion. The man laughed slightly. "Mind your own business."
He grinned. "Hm. Maybe you're right," he said turning around before looking back. "But I don't want to mind my own business."
He frowned, glancing back at Beck. She met his gaze, her gaze impossible to read. He shoved her to the ground and she hit her head back against the wall, a small groan of pain escaping her lips. "Just stay down, doll. Just until I handle this."
The moment the man wasn't touching Beck he rushed forward, grabbing the man's arm and sending him a painful shock.
