Tracker sighed as he walked into his tiny cottage. He took off his shirt as he stopped beside their washing machine and turned it on. He threw his shirt in the small sink beside it, he hoped the blood would come out. He really liked that shirt. He shook his head as he looked around the room, how could she be this messy? He walked around their shared living room and picked up her things, which were carelessly tossed all over the room. He sniffed the air slightly and pursed his lips in frustration. Ever since she turned eighteen and found her wolf, she had been acting as if men were the end all be all. The bigger, the badder, the better. Well, at least they thought they were "bad". Once they met him, they usually ran for the hills scared. He walked straight to her room and opened the d
