Riley a quitté la cuisine peu de temps après Mehmet, puis l'odeur d'un autre vampire s'est écrasée sur son nez. Elle s'enfuit immédiatement et voulut confronter les loups, puis se tourna vers Nathaniel alors qu'il était couvert de l'odeur du sang qu'elle avait senti. "Nathaniel, tu as fait ça?" Sa main agita vers le corps tandis que son regard remontait vers lui. "Je ne peux pas m'occuper des humains et de ça en ce moment. C'est pas vrai, Nathaniel." Elle a dit en courant une autre main dans sa tête, mais a tourné son attention vers Dante. "Regardez, tout cet argent n'est vraiment pas nécessaire. Débarrassez-vous de ça ou je me débarrasse de vous." Elle a grondé, quelque chose qu'elle détestait faire. Ses yeux se refermèrent avec Nathaniel car elle ne fit que secouer la tête.
"Ok, nous avons l'intention de combattre ces humains en tête. Capturez-en et j'en obligerai quelques-uns à nous donner des réponses. Je pense que c'est le plan." Elle a mordu sa lèvre inférieure puis a agité Nathaniel pour la suivre vers la région où habitaient le reste de ses membres et les loups-garous. Elle a recourbé ses doigts dans ses cheveux et s'est débarrassée de la gorge avant de parler. "Mehmet, leur as-tu dit le plan?" Elle a demandé. Ça ne l'a pas vraiment dérangée de voir la plupart des loups-garous éclater avec leur forme de bête. Elle l'a souvent trouvé mignon. Elle ébranla les pensées, puis regarda en arrière vers tout le monde.
« En gros, nos meilleurs combattants vont se battre, ou au moins retenir les humains. Gardez à l'esprit qu'il faudra en capturer quelques-uns pour les interroger, alors s'il vous plaît... » Ses yeux rebondirent entre la meute et les membres de la coven avant de prononcer les mots suivants de ses lèvres. "Ne tuez pas tous les humains en vue." Elle a dit fermement, puis a placé ses mains sur ses hanches, regardant vers Mehmet. "Quelque chose de spécial que vous voudriez ajouter?" Elle lui demanda tout en voulant toujours réprimander Nathaniel pour avoir tué un membre du clan sans sa permission.
I would also like to be in the pack, also female.
I really enjoyed The Fault In Our Stars!
 Rylan Joan Fletcher
  
"Hello, friend!"
Nickname:
Rye, but usually just goes by Rylan
Age:
She’s at most 100, but appears to be in mid to late teens.
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Panromantic
Species:
Werewolf
Role:
Scout
Appearance:
Rylan stands at a decent five two, with the physique of a twelve year old boy, much to her annoyance. She’s average with weight, still sporting some of her baby fat, which is slowly working into muscle. She has a rather adolescent look to her; appearing as a young teen, with a youthful roundness to her face. Her complexion is a rather tan as she enjoys the outdoors more than being cooped up inside. She sports silver eyes that appear bright and attentive. Rylan has easy to manage short brown hair that she doesn’t do much with in the sense of styling, usually up and ready when she wakes up. Rylan usually wears clothes that aren’t to constraining, and tends to wear baggy clothes, mostly shorts and jeans as well t-shirts. Her outfits lack a sense of style and at times don’t even match, but she doesn’t mind. On her feet she wears a simple pair of slip on shoes as she can’t figure out how to tie her shoes and they are easiest to put on.
  
Her wolf form shares the same silver grey eyes as her human form does, but her fur is a tad darker than her hair.
Personality:
She faces every day with a smile. She treats everyone she meets with respect and kindness. She’s rather submissive with her pack given she isn’t the strongest and isn’t much of a leader. Rylan isn’t the sharpest light bulb in the toolbox, but she makes that up with loyalty to her pack and those in it. She’s curious and is equivalent to that of a puppy, including the naivety of one. Although, with her childishness comes impulsiveness that could get her hurt. With her quiet demeanor, she makes an excellent tracker and hunter. She can be rather stubborn and it takes a lot to convince her otherwise. Rylan is a carefree girl with no worries. In her wolf form, she’s still playful but less tolerant to strangers.
History:
Rylan was born to a loving family of lycan decent. She has an older brother who sadly didn’t share werewolf abilities, but he was still loved dearly by both Rylan and her parents. One day, Rylan, her brother and mother had stayed home, their father had gone off on a scouting mission as he usually did, probably hunting as well patrolling. However, he came back sooner than usual with a panicked look. When asked what was wrong, he shook his head, ushering his family to hide quickly and there was no time to explain. With questions being thrown at him left and right, he finally muttered the name of one of their greatest enemy, the Cacciatori. He had the children hid away in a closet, but his wife wouldn’t budge, given they’ve been through so much, she wanted to face this next obstacle with him together.
They told their children to be as silent as possible, as these were dangerous people who will harm them. Rylan’s brother didn’t have much to fear, but he still had the werewolf gene and could pass it along, so they probably wouldn’t be very tolerant towards him. The children waiting, the silence before the storm, that is until they heard the door break open. Rylan grew anxious as they heard they’re parents shouting at the strangers to leave. They then heard the barks and growls of their werewolf selves, as the shouting of the strangers as they began to fight. Rylan was a quite young at the time, didn’t understand the danger they were in, and she shifted as well, letting out her own version of a battle howl, much to her brother’s fear. This attracted one of the Cacciatori, who had found them.
Rylan had no fear, and quickly went for the attack, but she was no match as she didn’t even come up to the man’s knees, and he easily kicked her flying. Before he could do any more, their parents had taken down the man. Their mother became human once more, placing her daughter’s wolf form in her son’s arms, and directed them to run far away and keep as quiet as they could as there were more of the Cacciatori around. Their mother was vulnerable in her human form, and one of the men took this to their advantage, killing her easily with an axe to the neck. Their father ended his life in revenge, going into a frenzy at the loss of his wife. Rylan had come to, pulling her frozen brother out the back way and into the forest, and in the distance; they heard the strangled cry of their father’s last cry. They were orphans from then on.
They rest of the pack had come too late, as the Cacciatori were gone, and left behind the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher. Hours later, they finally found Rylan and her brother, shaken up very badly and took them in. The two were raised by the older members of the pack. It was possible that due to this tragic event, Rylan had stopped talking and became mute and hasn’t spoken since. Her brother found his own life outside of the pack and speaks to his sister often, but stays away from werewolf business.
Other:
She’s mute and usually communicates by writing down what she has to say or sign language to those who may know it. Can send her thoughts to others werewolves telepathically while she herself is in her wolf form so she’s not completely silent.