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Her insides were not on the inside and that was a problem. Eve could heal from a lot. A lot a lot. In fact, she could feel her body trying to heal itself from the claw wounds that and ripped open her lower body. The only problem is that some of her body was... outside her body. Eve didn't know enough about anatomy to know what it was that had fallen out of her but it looked important and organ-like. A spleen maybe? What the hell did your spleen look like? Definitely some intestines were outside, just long messy ropes that slipped through her fingers as she tried to shove them back inside. She was sure that once they were in they would end up wherever they were supposed to.

The problem was that Eve's body kept trying to heal itself and close up before she had gotten everything back inside. She was delirious enough with pain and blood loss to actually giggle at the sight of her wound closed up with some intestines and the maybe-spleen hanging out. It meant that she had to rip herself open again and stuff as much in as she possibly could before it closed so much that she wasn't able to fit her hand in there. Good thing she had experience stuffing things in her holes.

It was a slow, incredibly painful process. Rip, shove. Rip, shove. All the while the snow around her grew more and more crimson as she continued to bleed out. Also, all the dead bodies and blood of the werewolves she'd killed that had attacked her also didn't really improve the scene all that much.

To be honest Eve was still trying to figure out what had happened. She'd gotten so good about avoiding other werewolves. It was a skill that had come in happy after most of the ones she'd ever met had tried to kill her. Eve had been making her way through the Maine countryside when she'd come upon the pack of werewolves, which had surprised the hell out of her because she should have smelled them first. She was willing to bet if she was able to search among the bodies she'd find a charm or something that would hide their scent. She'd try and come back for that though because that would be super fucking useful.

The group had almost seemed just as surprised to see her, although she'd only come from downwind and that was why they hadn't smelled her. They had attacked her immediately though and she wasn't sure if they hadn't known she was a werewolf or thought she would be easy prey but the first few she had killed seemed super duper surprised by it. As a human Eve had been in peak physical condition and there had been some sort of exponential growth when she'd been turned so that she was really strong as a werewolf.

Or maybe it was just because she had been turned into one. Apparently that wasn't how it had normally happened and she was "an abomination under the Creator and all creation". What the fuck ever. All she knew was that a wolf had bitten her, she'd almost died, and now she could do weird werewolf-y stuff. It had completely ruined her life and she totally wasn't pleased about it. Ever since she'd been on the run, going from southern California and steadily working her way up to Maine because why the hell not? She hadn't chosen it consciously but that's just where she'd ended up.

She had finally finished getting all the inside parts back on the inside when she sensed someone coming up behind her and whirled around. Well, she meant to whirl around but all the blood loss and still-shifting organs meant she just sort of fell over in the bloody snow. Blurry vision focused enough for her to see a handsome, grey-haired man looking down at her with a worried expression.

"Jusss gimmie a moment," Eve slurred as she ordered her body to sit up. Only her body was a filthy back-stabbing betrayer that refused to move. "Two moments. Then I'll kick yer ass too."

And then she passed out.