Wolves at Heart

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Marinette POV-
A/n- Italics are her thoughts-
I woke with a jolt as I felt my surroundings hit something and start shaking, a loud boom ringing in my ears.

Looking around, I remembered what happened earlier and that I was on a plane. If the plane touched the ground, then that must mean that I made it to Gotham, I thought, feeling the plane come to a stop after a few minutes. I lifted my head and struggled to stand up, being as weak as I was from blood loss, just as the cargo door opened.

Adrenaline filled my veins with panic as I watched a guy stick his head inside the cargo area. We locked eyes for a minute, and I took the advantage of his shock to bolt past him and run as fast as I could off the plane yard and into the city. It was dark out and cloudy, and thunder was booming in the air. I jumped, but I was trying to stay calm as I walked through the city, studying all the buildings, alleys, and park. I remembered that the woods were in the other side of the city, and I was starving. My stomach was growling so badly that it hurt.

Apart from the homeless people I saw every few alleys, no one was out of their homes. It was creepy, and it looked like a ghost town. It was making me paranoid, and I was expecting someone to jump out of nowhere and try to catch me.

The city was too quiet, especially for Gotham. I already had a bad feeling, like something bad was going to happen.

I was passing by an old post office when a piece of paper stapled to a telephone pole caught my eye. It read:
Warning!
There has been sightings of a werewolf in Gotham. If sighted, do not hesitate to capture or kill. Reward for capture or killing of this werewolf is $50,000. Want to protect our city? Then stand up and get your hunting gear, ladies and gentlemen! Werewolves are dangerous and merciless and heartless killing monsters, and they'll kill us all if we don't kill them first. Let's save our city, fellow Gothamites!

The photo underneath it was achingly familiar, and in shock I recognized it as Jason's wolf form. So Gotham is hunting Jason down as well as Paris with me... hopefully no one knows who the wolf is. Everyone in Paris knows that I'm a werewolf, though they don't know my biological name, only my adoptive name. I need to change it back so I can't be found and killed, I thought, then went to an alley, passing by a group of 3 men. As I walked inside, I looked around in silence, taking in my surroundings. A loud clap of thunder rang in the air so loud I felt my body vibrate, and I jumped a foot in the air with a startled yelp of fear, but I managed not to bolt in panic.

Calm down, Marinette. It's just thunder, I thought, trying to reassure myself as I went into the alley. As I looked around, I quickly realized that this alley was extremely familiar, and it took me a moment to figure out that this was my alley, Jason and I's alley from when we used to live in the streets. There was an old couch, a very dirty rug with holes in it, a dumpster near the entrance, and a few other things that were still there. The only difference was that the wall was painted a different color, and the couch was moved.

I was too exhausted to care about anything at that moment, so I went up to the couch and climbed up on it, got in a comfortable position so that I wouldn't upset my wounds, and I immediately fell asleep, not noticing when it started to pour down rain.