Hey all, just an update on how Keefer's doing since he left the MCC.
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KEEFER

Cold. That summed the night up perfectly. Cold air, cold numb insides, cold scent. I'd lost Melina. How the heck had I expected to find her in the first place? I had nothing to go on. I didn't even really know who had taken her, although I had suspicions. But suspicions still didn't help me any, just made things my fault. Because if it was the same guys who'd chased me a few times...who else would it be? No one else wanted me. And no one else would have a reason to go after her.

My mind kept going back to Akira and the others. Would they even miss me? I doubted it. I'd just been the grouchy werewolf in the corner to most of them. One who'd run without an explanation, ditching the only people who'd even think about helping him. Stupid stupid stupid! A growl escaped my throat as my fist hit the wall. I'd left my best chance of helping my sister back there in that mansion, and I couldn't go back now.

With a sigh I sunk to my the ground, curled up against the wall and waited for sleep to carry my problems away for a while.