That idiot. That damned idiot. Why did she even try? It had been going ok. Not great but ok. As ok as things could be when you were freed from a prison that had you in for no crime other than who you were dating or married to. As ok as things could have been when you were injected with blood that turned you into a rabid uncontrollable monster once a month. But they were getting a hold of things. The transition had been hard. She was still irritable. Her bones still ached from shifting. She still had the sight and the smell. But they hadn't hurt anyone. They had a few bites, probably from each other, but nothing serious. Nothing she hadn't healed up right away with some efficiency. But then he had to go and do this stupid thing. Then again she should have known.
Liam had been talking about today since they had gotten out. The day he was going to get divorced. Part of him still loved her. It was easy to see that they had something once upon a time. That before the battles and the hiding and the secrecy they had been desperately in love. There had been fun and passion. She saw it in his eyes when he talked about her. She saw the hurt and the pain whenever he heard about another man or the rejection he was about to go through. But underneath it all she had also seen the pain. The resentment. The anger. Merlin, the anger above all else. He was filled with it. Fuming with it. She understood to an extent. The feeling of being forgotten and abandoned. When she had her arms growing fur, and her nose lengthening into a snout and claws breaking her skin part of her couldn't help but thing that it was Kyle's fault. That if Casey cared he would have gotten her out before this could happen. She had wanted to rip their limbs. To taste their flesh. To destroy them. To make them feel half of the pain she felt but coming out she knew it was all irrational. It was just her transition. Just her emotions. She was still touchy but she was't going to kill anyone. She had thought he wouldn't either- until this morning. That was when she noticed he was gone.
When she had woke up Bridget looked around the flat for him and had noticed two things. He was gone and there was no note. The two of them had promised that coming out of the transition they would watch each other. They would hold each other accountable and if he was gone without her it would mean that he was going to do something stupid. One look at the calendar and Bridget knew exactly what it was. She had run for him right there and then.
Licking her lips Bridget ran around the edge of the compound. She had been taken there right after the rescue so she knew its location. She also knew that if she were a woman who thought her life was endangered she would choose home pitch advantage. She would choose her allies. To be fair if Liam's attitude was any indication Kara would be dead soon and then....well, Bridget had no idea what she would do. What Liam would do. She couldn't go back to prison again. But she was tied to him now thanks to the blood. It was in her now to protect him and so far she was failing spectacularly.
Lifting her nose to the air Bridget closed her eyes and concentrated on the smells of the compound. There were the usual scents of trees and animals. A few wiffs of something pungent, nasty, dog like but not dog, not like Liam either. Liam smelled...well, strangely enough he smelled good. Familiar at least. This was the smell of death, decay, danger. She circled around a few times. Trying to throw off her own scent as she looked around the edge. She had to find him and find him soon before he did something stupid, or she got caught. Running a little faster Bridget tried to sharpen her gaze, hoping to see something, anything. Even if it was something just to fight. Bile was raising in the back of her throat and the hair was starting to stand on the back of her neck. Please, please, don't let me be too late.