Filled With FireUpdated at Jun 14, 2019, 02:17
Tempest pulled to stop outside a boarding house she hadn't seen in decades. She bit her lip, unsure on what would happen, which she hated. Her kind always see a little bit into their future, to see how to protect themselves. But the shifter saw nothing.
The red head slowly, cautiously, got out of her car, now aware of how quiet it was. She ran a hand through her bob cut hair and squared her shoulders. "Damn it, Bitch. Get this over with."
The curvy, petite woman sighed and tested toward the front door and knocked with a rhythm to calm herself.
It swung open and the shifter smiled, "Hi. I'm Tempest."