Panic! At the Den

[Adele Holst]

Looking around her cell as Okello spoke, her head still felt slow and heavy. Smiling weakly, Adele turned her gaze back to her friend, running a hand through her hair, "I don't feel so good..." She hated saying that; something about admitting that felt utterly disappointing. It didn't even occur to her that after everything that'd happened over the last few days, she was bound to not feel so great. Reluctantly, the young woman dropped her knees, crossing her legs. Relaxing her arms, letting them rest at her sides, Adele looked down. Her ribs still felt tender and bruised, and indeed, dark purple bruises covered her sides. On the left side of her body, there were two visible stab wounds. The higher of the two, the one her father gave her, had managed to slide between ribs, and had begun to heal over the last couple days. It seemed, however, that the conflict upon returning home had reopened the wound. The second stab wound looked bad and felt worse. She'd been shot with silver bullets before, but never stabbed by a silver knife; this shit sucked. Pressing her fingers around the entry, her flesh felt swollen and angry; she winced and pulled her touch away quickly. "Die Drecksau used silver on me."
Folding her arms once more across her chest, Adele looked over to Okello as he spoke again, wanting answers. It felt as though she'd pushed away certain information; that she'd intentionally forgotten some of the events that had happened. Or perhaps she was just trying to process too much at once so her brain tucked certain facts away to be addressed later. But when Okello looked over to her, requesting she fill him in; all the events of her brief time in Norway came back. "Gods..." Trembling hands rose to her face. Digging her fingers into her hairline, Adele ran her hands through her hair, "Pablo was taken by Vampires. Szandor is.... Dead. Pablo..." Licking her lips, she stopped herself. "Alena is in Oslo, now. Vampires are in Oslo?" She spoke the last sentence as if she were asking herself the question. Was that right? Did she get something confused; when did the Vampires settle down in Oslo? Shaking her head, Adele tried looking up to Okello, but found herself looking away. "Pablo is alive. Was alive when I saw him, but..." The image of the cave she'd found him in; he looked rough. He'd been wounded, and the Lycan lying on the ground off to the side... Pablo had done that.
"Okello," planting a hand on the cold wall behind her, Adele tried to stand. Getting to her feet didn't seem to be an issue, but keeping her balance quickly proved to be one. As soon as she climbed to both feet, it felt like the room began to spin, and the young woman stumbled. Unable to regain balance, she fell to the floor, landing on a knee. White lightning shot through her vision as pain spiked through her knee, up her thigh, and Adele had to muffle the cry that wanted to break through. Biting down on her forefinger, she waited for the pain and the need to scream to subside. After a moment, she pushed herself back up to a sitting position. "I don't know what they gave me... but it feels like I'm still coming down." Clenching her fists tight as anger rose in her, the blonde had to tell herself to breathe. "...I think I can shift."
Looking up to her friend, frowning, Adele hugged her ribs. "Okello, when I left Pablo... he said he was going to check to make sure Alena was still alive, then return to... where I found him. He needs help. They both do."

[Okello]

Okello sighed, watching Adele as she attempted to explain to him what had happen. That though was a fairly nice way of putting it, there was no explanation, just rambling, she spoke like a mad woman, and he would think her one, if he did not know better. Between the walls of glass and her incoherence, he was able to make out little. Most of which he knew. Pablo had been captured, and then of course rescued, which she failed to mention. Szandor was dead. Alena was in Oslo, though she seemed confused in the matter. Pablo was alive it seemed, that was good news, and brought a smile to him. Though he had little doubt in the matter. If his sire was to fall, Okello would know, he was certain of it. The two bore a strong bond.



The young lycan winced as he watched his friend tumble to the ground. That answered one question, perhaps she was well enough to shift, but would that be enough? "Adele, you are not well. I am certain we must fight to escape, and I will need you at your fullest. Rest, please." He paused, glancing down the ends of the hallway. It seemed that they were alone for the time. He couldn't sense another's presence, though his senses may have been dulled. He backed away from the wall, rubbing the back of his neck. How could she allow Pablo to venture into Oslo alone? His sire could be stubborn he knew, but it seemed a death sentence. She should have brought him back. "We will help Alena, and Pablo. Once we escape, but I still do not truly understand. Tell me everything, please, where did you find Pablo? How did Alena end up with the vampires? And Adele." He turned back and approached the glass wall. He smiled. "I can read minds, not lips."

[Adele Holst]

Hugging her ribs tight, Adele hunched over herself. Her mind, while still sluggish, slowly seemed to clear, the thoughts in her head accelerating and circling around on themselves. Thinking about the state Pablo had been in when she found him formed a heavy, cold lump in her stomach. She felt like she was going to be sick. Goosebumps covered her body, and the young woman shivered violently. Sweat lined her skin; her head felt like it was burning up.
Meeting Okello's eyes across two walls of glass as he spoke, Adele sat still and quiet for a moment, trying to clear her mind enough to send her packmate a coherent thought. Closing her eyes, she could see perfectly where she'd found Pablo. He hadn't seemed like himself at all. The woman's brows furrowed, her face contorting to a look of pain and heartbreak. Pablo was in Norway. Outside Oslo, in the mountains. There's a cave near where we camped... He was there. She tried showing Okello the image of their campsite as she saw it, but wasn't sure she conveyed the location well enough. I could find it again. I remember...
Peering up at the ceiling as her thoughts became a little better focused and the numbness left her limbs, making way for pain again, Adele groaned. Were they still in the Den? This place felt so different.
I didn't actually see Alena. But Pablo told me he... he delivered her to the Vampires in Oslo. He said he hurt her really bad on the way there... Adele brought her knees up to her chest, grimacing as she ran her hands up, through her hair. Fuck, she felt warm. Okello, he'd been hurt and he smelled of Lycan blood. Lucan was dead on the ground beside him. Alena's blood smelled so strong on him. He said they'd done something to him; the Vampires. Dane and Lucia? They tampered with him somehow. Everything's fucked. He didn't seem well, he wouldn't even let me near him... She sent her thoughts across quick, feeling feverish. Adele would have continued, but slight movement from outside her cell caught the golden-eyed Werewolf's attention as the older female Lycan from before stepped into view. Evelyn. Adele hadn't heard her coming at all.
Carrying a small pack over one shoulder and two bottles of water in her arms, the older Werewolf looked into each cell, first at Adele, and then to Okello. Frowning, Evelyn spoke to the two pups, "I regret that things have come to this. I only want to help... For now, I can only try to make you comfortable." Stepping closer to Adele's cell, she looked in at the blonde. The girl did not look well. " Addy, I'd like to come in to examine you. You were injured before returning to the Den; what happened? I think you need medical attention."
Hot anger rose in the blonde, blind and irrational, but strong. An inconsolable need to hurt this woman filled Adele. She found herself trembling, her fists clenching painfully tight, and without realizing it, the young woman was on her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Du blöd Fotze!" She'd moved to the glass wall; the only thing separating Evelyn from her wrath. Hauling back with her right arm, Adele sent a fist into the glass at the height of the older Lycan's face. The glass remained unblemished but for a small stain of blood from Adele's knuckles. She continued shouting in German, insulting Evelyn. Her muscles ached, she could feel her body responding to her rage; she wanted to shift up, to hurt this idiot woman.
With Adele so close, now, Evelyn could easily see the injuries along the girl'a ribs. The stab wounds looked angry, and it appeared the golden-eyes girl was sweating. "Adele," Evelyn spoke cautiously, "You've every right to be upset, but you need to calm down. Let me help you."
Adele had heard enough bullshit from Evelyn. Her bones and muscles ached terribly. Someone had to pay for everything that'd happened. She had to get out; she had to help Pablo. Her body took on the large form of her bi-pedal wolf easily, and she threw herself into the glass, hitting it hard again and again.
Evelyn flinched, stepping back as the girl hit the glass in her Werewolf skin. Loud, low thumps reverberated down the hall as the glass was struck; but the cell remained intact. The older Lycan cast a sidelong glance to Okello, while still trying to keep an eye on Adele, "If you cannot calm your friend, I will be forced to subdue her. She needs medical attention."

[Okello]

Okello sighed, leaning his head against the cool glass, occasional glancing up to check on his friend. Adele had not looked well when she was first brought down into the study, her condition had not improved since, in fact it almost looked worse. After the way they were treated, perhaps it was to be expected. Finally, he felt a slight shiver in his head. Adele was reaching out to him. Despite her hesitance, and the painful memory associated with it. And painful it was, clearly, her expression betrayed her. Okello prepared for the worse. At first he smiled wistfully. He knew of the campsite, his sire had invited him on many occasions. Okello had always refused, on account of the cold.



He listened patiently. The lycan's gut wrenching at every word after the mention of their packmother. None of this sounded like his master. If the circumstances were different, he would think this some cruel joke. It would be unlike Adele, but even that was more believable than the truth. "Dane and.... Lucia." He whispered the names quietly to himself. A flare of hate and rage as he uttered their names. They were the ones to blame for this. It was one of the laws of nature, Pablo's loyalty, his servitude. He stepped away from the window. Glancing down at his feet and clenching his fist. Somehow, they, Dane and Lucia, would pay. If only... if only Adele could get through to them, Evelyn, somebody, whoever was truly in control.



Like Adele, slight movement in the corner of his eyes brought his attention to Evelyn. Okello grit his teeth. He shared the same sentiment as Adele did towards this woman, but not to the same extent. He shook his head as the woman spoke. If she truly wanted to help she would free them. Alena had after all left Evelyn in charge. At the end, the older woman should have had the last say. Okello watch the exchanged. Surprised by Adele, how she expressed her outer rage. More clear signs that something had happen to her as well. If the wounds were not proof enough her behavior was. This was not the timid girl he knew, it becoming doubly clear as Adele shifted up. Instinctively the primal, pack-driven mentally within every lycan began to call out him. To shift up, to join Adele in her anger. After everything dammit he wanted to let loose. But now wasn't the place. Pablo was in trouble, and if there were to escape; it wouldn't happen like this.



Okello shot a hateful gaze at Evelyn. They were lycans, they didn't truly need medical attention. Not if they were left alone to heal. "She needed to not be drugged. To be left alone." The woman was right at one point. Adele needed to stop. Okello breathed in calmly. "All we wish, is to help our sire, to find Pablo and Alena, and bring them home. Yet you let them lock us in cages. Evelyn, are you not in charge?" He moved his gaze to the raging beast across from him. Inhaling, and exhaling again he mentally reached for her. Adele... please, I need you to find peace. They'll hurt you, even more if you do not, and then we cannot help him. Please, Pablo needs us and we cannot escape. Evelyn is powerful, and she will call for help. Wait until we are alone, and then together we will find him.

[Adele Holst]

Blinding red rage filled Adele's vision, screaming in her mind, drowning out any and all semblance of rational thought. It consumed every muscle in her body, pushing away the pain, driving strength through her as she punched and clawed at the glass, growling her desperate hate.
As Okello reached out to her, her anger and hurt were what greeted her friend's mind. She could feel him take a deep breath, slowly exhaling, as if for her. His thoughts came across like a cool cloth being gently placed over a fevered forehead. The anger within wanted to fight back; not against Okello, but to those who would try to stop her from helping her friend. She didn't care what they did to her, how they hurt her; she would make them all pay for this. Her friend's thoughts continued, though; his calm composure remaining steadfast in the face of her rage. He was right...
Somewhere during Okello's message, Adele stopped. Her anger slowly began to quiet and she no longer charged the glass. Exhaling deep, Adele shifted down, falling to her knees. Holding her ribs, the young woman looked up to her friend with golden eyes, trying to hold back tears. When she reached out to him, anger still lined her thoughts, but compared to the rage that had just taken her, she felt softer. I'm sorry, Okello. Taking deliberate, slow breaths.
Evelyn cleared her throat, "Thank you, Okello." Stepping closer to the glass keeping Adele within her cell, the elder Lycan looked down at the young woman. "I'd like to come in and help, Adele. The silver wound you suffered does not look well, I worry it may also affect the rest of your healing. Particularily the other wound in your ribs. Another knife wound?"
Kneeling quietly, Adele ignored Evelyn, not sparing so much as a glance up at the woman. Setting her jaw at the Lycan's final words, she inhaled deep, looking to Okello as she let the breath out slowly, trying to hold on to the small semblance of calm she'd found. Two hot tears fell from her eyes, falling quickly. Casting her gaze away from her friend, one hand quickly whiping her face, Adele frowned as she wrapped her arms around her chest to cover her injuries.
Sighing softly, Evelyn took one step away from the glass, "I advise you to reconsider my offer. Renn will not show you the same courtesy, Perrin's Heir." Turning away from Adele's cell, Evelyn approached Okello, meeting the man's eyes. "How does your head feel? I'd like to come in and see." While clearly not happy with the situation, or her, Pablo's pup had kept a fairly cool head throughout the previous night's precedings, lashing out only in response to his friend's anger and dismay.
Bending at the knees, Evelyn stooped to place one of the water bottles on the ground outside the cells, then moved to the control panel at the side. The glass slid up, opening the cell, and the woman stepped inside, approaching the young man. Handing him the second bottle of water, Evelyn brought her hands up, pressing her fingers gently around Okello's temple and above his brow, looking for any tenderness and discolouration around the area she'd struck him. "Our Queen did leave me in charge in her absence and under the belief that Renn would be accompanying her to Oslo." Moving her fingers patiently, Evelyn began searching softly toward the man's ear, then up near the top of his scalp. "With Renn's return, it has been Alena's preference in the past that he carry out her will. During this... unexpected turn of events, I feel it is the Pack's best interests that we appear," she cleared her throat quietly, "that we remain united. While I may not agree with his methods, Renn seems able to stir the emotions of the younger Pups far more effectively than I or many of the older Werewolves here can. However, with his return, Damien has been able to better focus the rescue effort for our Queen. He also seeks to free you both, but I suspect that may not come to pass just yet. I have sent word and expect the return of another of Alena's favoured to arrive soon; he will be far more interested in what you both truly have to say, and will be better suited to reprimanding Renn."
Pulling her hands away from Okello's head, she held a finger up. "Follow my finger with your eyes." Evelyn moved her hand slowly, side to side, then up and down. "The tenderness should fade soon. Are you experiencing any blurred vision or blind spots in your sight?"

[Okello]

Okello could feel it, like it was his own, Adele's rage, burning with a fiery passion. The young lycan could not help but think it was righteous her fury. Whatever had happen to her previously, it was unjust. Adele was not the sort to seek and deserve punishment. And their incarceration, that was the definition of unjust. What was made to be a fair interrogation, one Okello willingly volunteered for led to their imprisonment. Adele had no choice, and they were both imprisoned. Her anger called to him. Pulling at a string within the lycan, how the beast inside wished to be unleashed to join his pack mate. Okello took a deep breath, it took a concentrated effort to ignore the wolf. Adele's fury was truly overwhelming, however it seemed to all fade in one moment. He sighed in relief. What had happen to her? Okello believed the young woman had always needed a to be blunt, a backbone, to stand up for herself. This was far more than he'd ever hoped for her.



The lycan gritted his teeth. Evelyn's intentions seemed to be genuine. Though he held no love for her. It was in part largely her fault that they were in this predicament. "Do as you wish." Okello said. A spiteful glare following the elder lycan. "You have no sense of responsibility, if you would shed it so easily." He allowed Evelyn to examine him as she wished. Following her finger as she moved, all the while unhappily grimacing at her. "If I had known, the man my sire allegedly attacked was in charged, I would not have gone with you. I would be with my pack far from here, but you me, and Adele from them. Their eldest, their strongest. And now, they're little more than a group of children without guidance, I fear what they made do left to their own devices." It crossed his mind, if only for a split second. The door was open, Evelyn within arms reach. How quickly could he detain her before she shifted? It would be fruitless, she would instantly warn them mentally. No, their best bet was when they were alone. He would rather take his chances with any observing cameras than instant mental communication.

[Renn Frisk]

(Written with Adele's aid.)

At Okello's final words, Evelyn looked up, into the man's face, small confusion written on hers. And then it dawned on her. She smiled softly, as if just realizing something that should have been obvious to her for a long time, and placed a hand on one of his cheeks, gently, "A child fears for childish things." Pulling her hand away, the older Lycan looked sad. "It is in all of our best interest that Alena return to us, alive; not only for the sake of your Sire and your packmates, Okello. You are too young to know the true terror wrought upon our kind by the Vampires..."

Glaring holes through the back of Evelyn as she inspected Okello's wound, a strong part of Adele wished her friend would tear the woman's throat out where she stood. Instead, she listened quietly as the older Lycan spoke; her anger toward the woman and the bastard she let take charge becoming harder and harder to restrain. As Evelyn started to speak of the atrocities borne upon the pack by the Vampires, Adele had heard about enough. Lunging to a knee in an attempt to stand, Adele slammed a fist into the glass hard, growling. Putting weight against the glass with one arm to hold herself up, the blonde still held her ribs with the other arm, shouting vehemently, "I know where Alena is! Or. At least I knew where she -was- If the Vampires haven't already killed her, by now." It felt like she was standing on pure rage alone; the will it took to retain her human form and not shift up again was almost painful.

Turning to look back at Adele as the younger Werewolf pounded the glass again, Evelyn nodded, walking out of Okello's cell and moving to the side panel. The glass fell quickly into place, closing the young man's cell once more, with him inside. "If Queen Alena is still alive, it Is likely she's still being held in Oslo. However, what reports we do have of our enemy's activities, have confirmed that the current Vampire King, unsurprisingly, has fortified their new home quite well. The sheer amount of Vampires at that location, and the number of Elders among them, alone, is not something to be trifled with lightly and--"

Screaming her exasperation, Adele hit the glass again with as much strength as she could muster in this form, "Du Feigling! Free Us! You can sit here in the comfort of the Den if you fear so much! With Pablo and the rest of his pack, we'll have more than enough power with the Lycans here to bring Alena back." She scowled hatefully at Evelyn, attempting to take another deep breath, to try and calm the rage within. Speaking a little softer, Adele continued, "You can put me back in here to rot after for all I care, just---!"

Evelyn turned her head down the hall as the door to the cell block opened, and Renn stepped through. Noticing the older Lycan's attention shift, Adele cut herself off, refraining from speaking until she could see who or what held the woman's attention.

Stepping into view of Okello and Adele, Renn approached Evelyn, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his slacks. His bandages had been changed, although, while present, they were not visible under the navy blue button up shirt he wore. Enough time had passed, he'd had the opportunity to shave the stubble from his face and eat. Finally, he was beginning to feel like his old self, again.

The smallest of smiles could be seen at the corners of Renn's lips as he looked in on his captives before turning his attention to his pack mate. "Has the girl decided to settle this civilly?" His grey eyes looked at Evelyn; he appeared unconcerned with what the woman truly had to say, but watched everything carefully.

Turning away from the woman, without bothering to hear her response, Renn approached Adele's cell, standing close to the glass holding her within, looking down at her with a smile.

As the man stepped closer, the blonde pushed her weight off the glass, to stand carefully on her own. Gritting her teeth, Adele glared up at him. She could feel herself begin to seethe again; her fists clenched painfully tight. The hate she held for Renn overpowered everything; the pain, the hunger, her extreme discomfort at standing here completely naked in front of one of her closest friends and two others. Strength in one knee gave out momentarily, and the young woman stepped back to compensate, never taking her eyes off Renn. If he tried to come in, she had to be ready. "I challenged you, Renn. You fucking bitch. I challenged you!"

The smile on Renn's face grew wider as he watched the anger in Adele rise. She seemed so small and frail, barely able to keep herself standing upright. His eyes passed over her casually as she spoke, yelling at him, and he responded calmly, "You're in no condition to fight, Adele. It would be cruel of me to accept a challenge you would stand no chance in. I'm willing to help you, however, if you tell me what I want to know."

[Okello]

The young lycan grit his teeth as Evelyn spoke. In a rather he would say, condescending manner. " Do not speak to me as if I do not understand loss." Okello said in a low tone. He understand suffering, and needless death, not at the hand of vampires, but of humans. Amara and he had lost so much, friend's and family. "And the live's of pack, is not the concern of a child." Okello could feel the rage radiating from Adele. It was tempting to give in, to join her, the way Eveyln spoke down to him and of his pack. That was worth inducing rage, but now was not the time.



Okello sighed, glancing att Adele as Evelyn left. Anger would't solve this, nor would fighting not when Evelyn could disarm him in a single blow. Again he grit his teeth. In the absence of Alena, and with the loss of Szandor, was this the best the lycan's had to offer? A madman and a coward. His sire would have managed better, far better. He stepped towards the window, between Adele's screaming, and Evelyn's reply there was no time to get in his thoughts, before Renn appeared.



Again he sighed, this was mentally exasperating. The fury raging through Adele, Renn's arrogance, and Evelynn's complacency, he was almost certain at that moment they were all mad. /Adele, we're in no position to make demands or challenge. Nor will Renn ever accept such a challenge. He is a coward, I have faced such men before./ She was itching to shift, and his pack instincts were beginning to urge such motive into him. "Renn," He spoke firmly. "Adele knows of Alena's whereabouts. If you swear to aid our Queen, She will lead you to her. If you require.. collateral, I shall remain."

[Renn Frisk]

"Okello!" Adele looked over to her friend, momentarily horrified by his proposition. What the hell was he thinking? She couldn't do this without him. Stumbling forward momentarily, Adele had to stop herself. There were two walls of glass between them, and two delusional elder Werewolves between that. Perhaps the glass barrier was for the best right now.

Renn did not turn to face Okello as he spoke; the young man's voice came across clear, but he kept his eyes on the blonde, watching her reaction with great interest. As the momentary look of surprise and confusion crossed her face, he almost grinned, keeping his gaze on the girl as he spoke. "It seems we can finally reach an understanding. I agree to your terms, Okello."

Casting a sidelong glance back toward the pup, Renn placed a fist over his heart, "My life for the Pack Mother." Her well-being was one of the driving forces behind his actions, now. However, the matter of bringing Alena's assailant back to account for his crimes was also chief among the Lycan's motivations. Pablo had much to account for.

A sly smile lifted one corner of his mouth as he met Okello's eyes, "I should have trusted that you would be the voice of reason, all along."

Hugging her ribs tight enough that a flare of white pain shot through her abdomen, Adele ran a hand through her hair, scowling through the glass at the man in charge. -Just breathe. Stay calm. Stay quiet. Pablo needs help; he needs us...- Repeating those words to herself, the blonde cast her eyes down to the cold, white floor, running her other hand up, through her hair as well, holding her head. She found herself quickly growing more frustrated as she tried to repeat the mantra; anger was too tempting right now, too easy. Her chest felt hot, like it was burning inside, and to the touch as well. She felt like she was going to be sick, but even that was second to the rage. The Wolf within wanted to be free; needed to lash out and feel justice ripping through Renn's flesh. One idiot was a small price to pay for her friend; to fix all of this.

Adele was practically shaking; her balance teetering, she stepped back to regain her ground, but fell to a knee. She wanted to shift, to be free so bad it hurt; it was nigh impossible to concentrate on anything else. Digging her fingers into her scalp, the young woman tried desperately to pull out of those thoughts. It felt like her chest was constricting, making her breathing more shallow. A thick lump grew within her throat; a need to scream but being absolutely unable to find a voice. If the Werewolves on the other side of the glass continued to speak, their voices were indiscernible over the screaming of her thoughts; the sting of the hole in her chest made by Pack with Lycan's own bane. Black seemed to creep around the edges of her vision; she could barely make out the features of Renn on the other side of the glass, only his smug smile.

Watching the young woman slowly fold in on herself, Evelyn stepped toward the glass, "Adele?" Immediately, one of Renn's hands came up as he laid an arm in front of her shoulders to bar her from stepping closer.

He didn't spare a glance at his packmate, but kept his eyes on the girl, observing. For a moment, he was quiet, a grin still present on his face. "I am keen to accept your word, Okello. However, the girl is clearly unstable."

"Renn." Evelyn shot him a stern look, setting her jaw before looking in at the young woman again.

Renn did not appear phased by his packmate's scolding look; his smile remained intact. But he shrugged lightly, stepping aside, "Very well. Evie, be a dear, will you? Fetch food for the pups, and perhaps some clothes. I'll the girl a night to rest. Then she will take me to Alena and Pablo." Without another word, or glance to either of his captives, Renn walked away, leaving the a cells.

[Adele Holst]

The next couple nights passed in a slow, agonizing haze. After obtaining permission to retrieve clothes for Okello and Adele from their rooms, the elder Lycan returned, providing the pups with cover and a plate of meat.
While she hadn't eaten in a couple days, and the sight of the meal looked enticing on the other side of the glass, as it came within her cell, the scent of meat proved to be nauseating. Images of the bovine carcasses she'd hung beside in the cooler not two nights ago filled her mind, and her body tried violently to void itself of any remaining contents the young woman had left.
Evelyn had asked, again, to inspect her wounds, but Adele would not let the older Lycan near enough to touch her. She felt worse before slowly beginning to feel better; sweat lined her body, and even with clothes on, now, the blonde found herself shivering easily. Whatever moments of rest the young Werewolf found, were occupied with feverish nightmares.
Renn had returned, presumably the next day; it was difficult for Adele to accurately judge the passing of time within this stark white cell. However, instead of freeing the young woman to have them free Alena and redeem Pablo, he stood between Okello and Adele's cells, spewing bullshit.
She'd raged again. It was clear to her this scum wouldn't keep his word, and she lost her careful calm. Shifting up, the young Lycan assaulted the glass, trying to shake her cage. Growling hatefully, her gold eyes tore through Renn. She remembered feeling hazy after that, falling back into her human form somehow, speaking bitterly, "You're nothing, Renn! If Perrin or Szandor were here...!" Her voice started to grow quieter, she felt herself becoming drowsy, Renn's appearance seemed to shift behind the glass, "... you'd be nothing more than gum on the bottom of their boots... wish you'd died.... going to fucking kill you..."
There were moments, Adele knew Okello was trying to reach out to her, to try and calm the rage within. And there were moments, she thought it was her friend reaching into her mind, asking her about Pablo; but something's always felt a little off, then: like it wasn't quite Okello, but a poor imitation.
Once, the young woman thought she felt the presence of the Lycan she'd seen in the office she had been dragged to earlier, the quiet man with scars across his face. But she never caught a glimpse of him.
Evelyn visited twice more, providing food and water, and lip service Adele wasn't interested in hearing. Their appeals to be let out to free Alena and retrieve Pablo, to make amends, were met with what felt like false promises to the blonde. If only Szandor had been here...
After her chest had begun to heal, and the rest of the wounds she'd received from her father began to mend and fade, she still hurt. Pablo would never lie to her, not about something like this; but the news of Szandor's death still shook her.

No one had been down to speak with them for what felt like hours, now. Adele sat in one of the far corners of her cell, hugging her knees. Despite her wishes, she kept nodding off, blonde hair falling over her face as her head bobbed forward. Every time she closed her eyes, dark horrors danced behind her eyelids, and she groaned quietly as she started awake once more. Dropping her knees, the young woman sat cross-legged, bringing her hands up to rub her eyes. This was fucking ridiculous.