as written by RoxyRose
Noel exited a dank building that one might assume was abandoned, due to it's dark exterior and boarded windows. Abandoned was the only thing that building wasn't. It was obvious to any who saw that Noel was up to no good, fortunately for the young wolf, no one would see.
Cutting the corner, he stepped out beneath a lamp post, and looked due north to locate his motorcycle. What little savings he had, and small jobs Baron had offered, allowed the boy to purchase himself a set of wheels. Of course, his sister placed a bet immediately that the bike would meet the pavement before it turned 1,000 miles. As Noel lifted his leg over, flicked the switch, and kicked the bike to life, he was proud to see the numbers read: 1,025. 'I wonder who she owes money to, I should collect.' He thought.
As Noel situated his mirrors, he felt his phone vibrate in the inside pocket of his black leather jacket. 'Bas' read across the screen of his flip phone. Noel wasn't one to fix things that weren't broken, and this phone had made it through some shit with the boy. "Sup B?" He spoke. Mere seconds passed before he was listening to silence. Bastian had informed him that the Scions had attacked, and he was to report to the med center immediately. Glancing at his watch as he placed his phone back into it's pocket, he sighed. Checking his gas gage, he decided to test the machine's limits. He had a half tank, more than enough to cross the forty mile distance between himself and his new destination.
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Swerving into the parking space, Noel turned the motorcycle off, and placed the stand down with his boot. He ran a hand through his windblown hair, and heavy footed, entered the building.
Not sure how to greet his pack mates, as Noel had been entirely out of touch the past few weeks, maybe months, he shrugged his shoulders and cleared his throat, "What's up guys? Bastian called, said something about Scions?" He looked directly to Julienne, not feeling anymore closer to her than he would a complete stranger.