Alex had slipped out of the Hookah after her little conversation with Steven. Anger coursed through the little blond wolf, and with shakeing hands, she punched up the number she wanted, and lifted it to her ear, swearing when Ash's voice mail picked up instead.
"Ash!! The mother fucker did it again!!! He....I don't know why....Fucking....GGRAWR!!!!!" he could hear her kicking things in the background as she paced outside the Hookah. "I'm gonna fucking kill him, I swear." The next part was a low growl as she said it quietly. "He attacked a fucking human....infected him...I'm gonna look for him...I'll call you when I find him....."
Alex disconnected the call, and started away from the hookah, slipping her phone into her back pocket as she walked. Unfortunetly for her though in her anger she didn't think about which pocket she was putting it in, and it ended in the one with the hole in the bottom. Slipping out of her back pocket, and onto the ground outside the Hookah.
Alex raced down the street. She had a fuckin flea infested, mangey ass hillbilly to find....
Steven had to get some fresh air after that little encounter. He stepped out side, and lit up yet another cigarette. In between drags, he would idly watch as the paper burned away. When he was finished, he flicked the cherry off the end, so he could toss it into the trash without worrying about burning the place down. He looked where his burning ember landed, and it was right next to a phone. He picked it up, noticing it was the same phone the redneck woman he had just talked to had had on her. He pocketed it, thinking he could use it to some gain to find her brother possibly. Who knows, he may call or text her. So he tossed his cigarette butt into the waste receptacle, and headed back inside to finish his beer. His mind was racing on what to do. He probably needed to do some research on Werewolves, seeing as he had limited experience with them. He dug his own phone out of his jeans, and pulled up the browser, looking for good book stores around.
