[gremlin]

What if it had been her? This thought had crossed her mind a thousand times by now and each time she felt sick. What would it be like to feel yourself changing and be unable to stop it?

Ellie sat outside of a small truck, it was equipped with a cozy bedroom, bathroom and storage. Music played softly from the inside, an old rock tune that her mother use to play when she was little. It wasn't much but it was home.

A fire crackled in front of her as a pot of water boiled on top. Inside the van her partner slept, resting from another day on the road. They had been searching for days without any luck.

She wondered how long it would be before they found a clue or gave up. Ellie remembered reading about them in class. Pureblood werewolves. They were said to be powerful, often hundreds of years old and all had the ability to inflict their curse upon others. They were also terrifying, from what others told her. She wondered what they would do if they found him. It wouldn't be easy.