Juliet looks to Isaac for a moment before dismissing him and walking into the house.
"I just came from my father's funeral, as you well know. Obviously I'm not selling anything."
Juliet watches him go.
Then looks around the party, very uncomfortable.
Well. Juliet doesn't really want to be here anyway...and she probably shouldn't interact with anyone else in the state she's in.
She goes outside, away from people.
There's someone standing outside.
He's at a distance, standing just at the edge of the forest, but she can see him. She can smell him.
He's a werewolf.
Yeah. She's not really suprised.
"You're not one of mine," she says at a normal volume.
"I'm not. My sister was the alpha in town, until hunters set us on fire. I came because I wanted to get in on the ground floor."
"I do."
He steps closer.
"I've heard some interesting stories about your recent conquest. Are congratulations in order, or condolences?"
"Bit of both, I think." She pauses. "I don't have a lot of control. Right now. Well. Not ever, really. A lot of power though."
He steps closer.
"Are you sure you can learn how to use it? I can offer the voice of experience. I've been around the block a few times."
"I think the time for learning has passed. Do you think you could kill a two hundred year old Wendigo? Or would you need more power?"
She looks up at the sky. "If I give that to you, make you an alpha.. would you kill him for me? He'll come after you regardless."
She hmms. "I turned two people this week. They haven't changed yet, obviously. But I don't want you to hurt them."
"I have some experience with packs. I can at least give them a head start."
"Suppose that might be enough." She laughs. "Stefan told me all the Hales were dead. I kind of wish you'd found me sooner."
"I'm here now."
He reaches a hand out, gently touching her neck.
"How do you want to do this?"
"You should make it hurt. Do you need me to transform? It's different now. I don't know how that will affect you."