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    Ainsley started walking home from work, and the sun was kissing the horizon good night. She ran a hand through her shoulder length, wavy brown hair as she tapped away at her smart phone. She same to a stop at a cross walk, her green eyes were trained on the traffic. Once she was clear to walk she ran across on her short little legs and continued her pace down the dark street to her house. There where a lot of abandoned homes around, but she paid no attention to them.

    James walked into the basement, his black hightop converse making his steps soft. He ran a hand through his thick, black, shoulder length hair. His muscular build made an intimidating shadow across June. His black v neck was stretched tight against his body and his dark jeans clung to his athletic frame. His ice blue eyes stared down at the tiny girl. He bent down to get eye level with her. "Well lass have we learned our lesson or do we need to resort to other measures." He growled in a thick Scottish accent. His wolf was growling at him mentally for being so nice to the girl.

    Full name: Shamus Cullen Dunn
    Stage Name: Crash
    Age: 19
    Gender: male
    Sexuality: straight
    Part in Band: Drummer
    Personality: Shamus is a quiet person. He has a Scottish accent and has a very wide vocabulary. He is very over protective of those close to him. When provoked he is quick to resort to anger.
    Human appearance: 6'5 tall, kind of lanky, dark brown wavy hair that passed his shoulders. He also has dark brown eyes that are almost black. (Pics will come later!)
    Wolf appearance: silver wolf with one blue eye and one brown eye.
    Crush: Rose
    Bf/Gf: open
    Other:

    His had flashed out and grabbed her neck pinning her against the mossy damp walls. "I don't think you have so its no use lying to me to get out of punishment." He growled his chest rumbling low. "Uhm alpha...?" A voice said from behind. James growled once more at June and removed his hand. The wall was cracked and dented where his knuckles where. It will surely leave a bruise. "I will deal with you later lass." He said and stalked out of the basement. He slammed the wooden door shut and locked the dead bolt for good measure

    James came back into the moldy basement and slammed the door. His eyes were black and he growled. "I payed good quality money for you. You will do as I say!" He growled and unchained her before throwing her onto the ground and pinning her.

    "You're a real pain you know?" He growled and threw her across the room. He only ment to scare the living day lights out of her. He knew she would only bruise. James stalked over to were she was and growled at her. "One day you will appreciate me and how kind I am to you. Anyone else would have had you dead or dying.." He left her unchained and slammed the wooden door to the basement.

    A lanky figure slid into the room and smirked slightly. "Can't you two stop fighting for one day?" Shamus chuckled knowing Rose will be on him about that. He poked fun when he felt it was needed. He pulled out his Yamaha practice pad and started to practice. He loved letting everyone know he was the best, it would be a shame for him to lie. His converse dressed foot kept tempo as his wavy brown hair flew around him hitting the imaginary high hat and cymbals

    Shamus watched them while he practiced. He stopped to take a drink of water from his bottle and to check his phone. He smirked at the screen and put it back into his pocket. His brown eyes focused back on his hands as he started up again a bit more aggressively. He stopped and set his sticks down. "Who are we waiting on?" He asked to his band mates in a thick accent.

    James paced in his room above and he thought about what he could do to make her obey him. Growling to himself he told one of his servants to send a tray of food down to her. He shifted into his wolf and went for a run in the night. The cool night air felt great through his fur and he found a place to sit and contemplate.