Gullwulf

Rating: PG, some mild swearing and blood Characters: Sacha, Autumn, Denholm, bonus Eliot Tl;DR: Autumn picks up the leggy newcomer into town and gets him settled. It's only day two of Sacha being a werewolf, and he already hates it. Purgatory never seemed like a concept that Sacha would experience until now. He was certain, swear on his mother’s grave, that he was stuck in it. The bleach white walls of the motel smelled of mildew and seemed to drip with some kind of liquid. After a few botched attempts to watch something on the TV and finding himself flicking back to the news (constantly scanning for Georgia, constantly waiting to see

"You went to the coordinates, right? It should be there if you did. Really, no lies. I wouldn't be pullin' your claws this bad if it was just a joke." It was near impossible to hear the ram's voice crackling through the cellphone over the low rumbles of the approaching storm. Sonora snarled, slamming her hand on the steering wheel of the Jeep that bounced along the desert ground as if that would somehow stop the thunder from interfering with the signal. "God dammit!" "Woah, okay there. I guess someone's in a bad mood." There was a click in the ram's voice. "Look, I swear on our ancestors or some shit that I am not trying to pull your leg--"