Hidden Secrets [Dawson]

[Dusty Taylor]

Coming back though the rain soaked muddy forest, he knew that he was almost home. This werewolf was drenched right through he looked like a drowned rat. His dark hair was dripping wet despite the fact that it had stopped raining, his clothes on the other hand were ripped and torn to shreds and were completely useless.

About a couple of minutes later this werewolf could see the pub’s outdoor garden, Dusty had finally managed to walk to the nearest bench because he was still weak after having another shift and also being shot at did not help his mood. Why did someone have to do that. It is really annoying. Now they are going to be on my hate list. as he got closer to the bench he finally managed to lower himself down so he was now sitting on the wet bench, but this werewolf did not really care that it was wet.

Dusty was just waiting outside until he felt and looked a lot better since he looked very ill and very tired, plus this landlord knew that it was coming up to closing time for the humans, but he could also tell by scent that there were a few supernatural’s in the pub as well. He knew that it was going to be opening time for the supernaturals. Suddenly Dusty looked up because he heard the back door of the pub creaking open.

[Dawson Cates]

Dawson decided he needed to get some fresh air, time away.. hell maybe a drink or two. It couldn't hurt after all, and maybe he could have a little bit of fun.. even if that fun consisted of just sitting there alone chatting with some drunk next to him on the bar stool. That's primarily how things went with Dawson, or so it seemed. Nothing ever really went as planned when it came to Dawson, but he guessed that's just what made him.. well him. Lately, he had been dealing with pack issues, trying to help Isaac out as much as he possibly could. Along with a new edition to his once dormant love life.. or so it seemed that's what Ryoo was around for. She wasn't around for money, because Dawson didn't have a lot of that. Of course, he also had a child to look after, being his only daughter, Leslie. The girl was a handful, but he did love her to death, and would never trade her for anything in the world, and anyone who knew Dawson would know he would die for the pack, and his child.

The walk through the woods was nothing new to Dawson, and he didn't care that night was falling on the town of Harper Valley. He knew this was the time for the humans to retreat back and let the other side walk, and that's simply what happened. Dawson decided as he walked closer to the one place where he could sense others like himself, and hear laughter and music, to stop in and see an old friend. That old friend was Dusty. He hadn't known Dusty as long as he had known Isaac, but he knew him fairly well, and that's why as he came up on the modest little pub, he opened the door, clearing his throat as he walked from the back room to behind the bar and waved to Dusty, smiling as he lumbered in. "Thought it was a good night for a drink, how about you pal?" Dawson gave a friendly smile as he walked to his friend. I was only so apparent, Dawson wasn't just loyal to pack and family, but friends too.