Shedera was still in the bush and she started throwing up blood again.

A painful warmth floods Corvin's bones, and he looks up to the sky. The waning moon, looking almost full as it was yesterday, hangs bright in the sky. A pained howl rips from his throat, and he falls to his knees. His shape reforms……………………………….he's the other him.

(Join usssssssssss Corviiiin… join usssssssssssssssss)
Lucas halts at the howl, looking around for its source with his ears pricked. It seemed to be coming from… the house?

Evelyn cocks her head to the side, her elongated ear flicking toward the howl. She barks at the pack to find a place to bunker down and was runs off toward the howl just incase. Now that she knew more of her kind she had to make sure they where fine.

Shedera coughed blood again scratching her throught.

(XD That's creepy, dude. I like.)

Corvin growls at nothing, his growl eventually turning into a whimper. He yaps at himself for being afraid, for crying.
Then, anger is all he feels. I hate this. I hate this. He consciousness dissolves to one thought: I'm hungry.
He takes a run towards a glass door, bursting through it, glass shards going everywhere. He lands heavily on the ground and is off towards the forest, the tall grass brushing at his fur as he runs through it.

Shedera coughed again her throught seemed to be ripping apart from the inside out. A howl. Glass shadders. THIS IS HOW EVERONE DIES IN HORROR MOVIES!!!!!

Lucas ran after the other werewolf. He wasn't sure why he did so, since he was considerably smaller and weaker than the other werewolf, but he wasn't really thinking. His footsteps cut through the near silence of the night, echoing in the emptiness.

Evelyn reaches the edge of the forest near Corvin's house. SHe perks her ears for any sound of the howl or something

Corvin launches himself from the thick tall grass and dashes into the forest. The trees can't possibly offer any hiding place for anything large enough to satisfy his hunger, and he looks about wildly, swerving between the trees here and there. He catches a scent of fresh blood, a wounded animal must be near, and howls in victory.

Corvin launches himself from the thick tall grass and dashes into the forest. The trees can't possibly offer any hiding place for anything large enough to satisfy his hunger, and he looks about wildly, swerving between the trees here and there. He catches a scent of fresh blood, a wounded animal must be near, and howls in victory.

(NOOOOOOOOO! DON'T SHE BITES!)

Lucas watches Corvin from the bushes, breathing quietly and crouching low. He was very small by werewolf standards, and generally looked more like an ordinary wolf than a werewolf.

Shedera heard crunching leaves, THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I'LL DO IT!

Corvin stops, breathing heavily. The scent of blood is still sharp through the smell of his own sweat and the smell of the earth. He growls in anticipation. Suddenly he sharply turns his head. His ears catch quiet breathing. At the thought of an easier meal he steps quietly closer.

Evelyn follows Corvin swiftly but stops when he does, the smell of blood hitting her like a powerful wave. She crouches down, ready spring/pin Corvin if the need be

[Dude, stalking you, Lucas. X) ]
Corvin quiets, padding quietly towards the bushes. He licks his lips. The smell is familiar and unfamiliar all at once.

Evelyn snarls warningly at Corvin from beehind him.
(No Evelyn is trying to help your character @KittyBurrito )

Shedera peeks out of the bush looking for a werewolf. Blood smells not hers. She all of the sudden seems fine with death and blood. She can't fight it, it so…. Rich.

Corvin whirls around, a growl emitting from deep within his throat. It's cut short though when there is a flicker of recognition.

Evelyn snarls at him again, the fur on her spine standing straight.

Shedera started walking towards the smell…. A werewolf. She looked at it now thinking, FIGHT IT DON'T DIE!!!!!!