Colin/Vincent)
"Okay, I will. Hope your run helps you feel better, sister." Colin told her, gave her a kiss on the cheek then headed back downstairs to work with their father.

Vincent had been skimming through the book and was sending different ideas to Chantel via text when Colin reentered the kitchen. Colin grabbed up the bottle of bourbon and filled his glass, downed it then poured another. "That bad, huh. I know this is hard on her." Vincent said.

"Yeah, she isn't showing that it has hurt her, but it has."

Together, they found a few slaves for Chantel to chose from and once all was said and done, Colin took care of the paper work and all the delivery arrangements so that Tori wouldn't have to.
"You staying in town for a while?" He asked Vincent.
"A few days. Going to meet with a few of the locals to discuss some business matters. I won't leave without saying good bye."

With that, Colin walked Vincent out of the house and gave his father a wave as he drove down the street.

Tori

Victoria ran and ran. Trying to clear her head. To make it hurt less. Yes she understood, but when it was blown up in her face…it made it painful

She found herself running to a werewolf colony, that she used to frequent as a child. It was one of the few places she felt like she belonged.?

She waved at some people as she arrived. But she was looking for the elder.

Tag.?