Bree was having a really shitty day.
Like, even for her.
Life for her, the last few months, had been somewhat rocky. A certain Jean Cernunnos had re-entered her life, or to be more honest, she’d re-entered his. She had seen him three times in two months and she knew she was going to go back again. Every time she went, it took her half a week to get her head back on straight. She was sleeping less, which was a relief, because her dreams had been getting weird. Weirder.
She filled every second of every day with work. Because it was autumn now, her 23rd birthday looming on the horizon and with it, bringing the promise of eventual, inevitable winter. Which meant fewer work hours, fewer life hours. From here, it was all downhill. So she’d been working her ass off to do as much as physically possible now, while she had a solid 13 hours a day human. By the end of the month it would be 12, and before she knew it she would be down to nine short hours every day to cram in as much work as possible. She was basically a hermit all winter. She hated it.
For now, she’d figured out how to grade papers as a dog, made sure she had only 8-12 shifts at the library, and made sure all her classes were out by four. No more longer days on campus. Ugh. She needed some place closer, one of these days, the bus trip cut chunks out of her day every time. But the campus was closer to Old Town, and the apartments there were beyond expensive. She couldn’t afford that even if she was working instead of interning.
This should have been her life. Stressing about school, work, the shortening of days, her weird, uncomfortable emotions regarding the man who’d implanted himself in her mind when she was 18 and then refused to leave.
Instead, she was hiding in a park.
It was 8:30pm.
She was six inches tall.
There were wolves hunting her.
Like she said... shitty day.
There was a reasonable explanation for this. See, two days ago she had broken the face of a man who turned out to be a werewolf. This was not a first. What was a first was that he’d been like, a mafia werewolf or something, and she’d foiled a kidnapping, or a gang hit, or something, and they were coming after her. She’d realized they were following her when she left the library. She had been trying to lose them all day, not wanting to lead them back to her home. It just turned out it was very hard to lose a werewolf.
She’d made some progress because they got VERY distracted by her clothing pile, probably confused by the sudden change of scent. But. They were werewolves. They figured it out pretty fast.
She had very tiny legs. She could not outrun people, or wolves, or wolf-people. She had also never been out alone at night before. The world was very, very big. She was very, very small. Also, she was being chased by fucking wolves. She ran through the park in a panic, trying to keep close to people, but there were fewer and fewer, most of them leaving. A few took notice of her, but assumed she must belong to someone. Soon, all the people would leave, and the wolves would come out of hiding, and she would... Well. She didn’t know. She was very, very scared of finding out.
Like, even for her.
Life for her, the last few months, had been somewhat rocky. A certain Jean Cernunnos had re-entered her life, or to be more honest, she’d re-entered his. She had seen him three times in two months and she knew she was going to go back again. Every time she went, it took her half a week to get her head back on straight. She was sleeping less, which was a relief, because her dreams had been getting weird. Weirder.
She filled every second of every day with work. Because it was autumn now, her 23rd birthday looming on the horizon and with it, bringing the promise of eventual, inevitable winter. Which meant fewer work hours, fewer life hours. From here, it was all downhill. So she’d been working her ass off to do as much as physically possible now, while she had a solid 13 hours a day human. By the end of the month it would be 12, and before she knew it she would be down to nine short hours every day to cram in as much work as possible. She was basically a hermit all winter. She hated it.
For now, she’d figured out how to grade papers as a dog, made sure she had only 8-12 shifts at the library, and made sure all her classes were out by four. No more longer days on campus. Ugh. She needed some place closer, one of these days, the bus trip cut chunks out of her day every time. But the campus was closer to Old Town, and the apartments there were beyond expensive. She couldn’t afford that even if she was working instead of interning.
This should have been her life. Stressing about school, work, the shortening of days, her weird, uncomfortable emotions regarding the man who’d implanted himself in her mind when she was 18 and then refused to leave.
Instead, she was hiding in a park.
It was 8:30pm.
She was six inches tall.
There were wolves hunting her.
Like she said... shitty day.
There was a reasonable explanation for this. See, two days ago she had broken the face of a man who turned out to be a werewolf. This was not a first. What was a first was that he’d been like, a mafia werewolf or something, and she’d foiled a kidnapping, or a gang hit, or something, and they were coming after her. She’d realized they were following her when she left the library. She had been trying to lose them all day, not wanting to lead them back to her home. It just turned out it was very hard to lose a werewolf.
She’d made some progress because they got VERY distracted by her clothing pile, probably confused by the sudden change of scent. But. They were werewolves. They figured it out pretty fast.
She had very tiny legs. She could not outrun people, or wolves, or wolf-people. She had also never been out alone at night before. The world was very, very big. She was very, very small. Also, she was being chased by fucking wolves. She ran through the park in a panic, trying to keep close to people, but there were fewer and fewer, most of them leaving. A few took notice of her, but assumed she must belong to someone. Soon, all the people would leave, and the wolves would come out of hiding, and she would... Well. She didn’t know. She was very, very scared of finding out.
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