Third person POV:
Two girls stood on the edge of a hill, looking down at the plains stretched out before them. There were modern houses scattered around, but I was mostly trees. Werewolves liked to stay in touch with their nature, no matter how much technology had advanced. Sure they used it, but it wasn't always a big deal for them.
One of the girls had short blond hair and dark eyes. A line of gold tattoo ran across her nose from her ear to the other ear. She wore an elaborate lace gown that was out of fashion in modern ages.
"Lydia do you think she's here?" She asked and turned to the other girl.
The other girl was dressed very simply, in a pair of jeans and a Lakers Tee. She shoved her hands into her pockets, her light brown eyes filled with worry. Her long black hair flowed dow
