Bree had faced off against werewolves twice.
Well, twice since the incident. She'd found out, after the fact, Jean had solved her werewolf problem by brutally murdering the alpha in front of half of his pack. She didn't know for sure, but she liked to imagine he'd emphasized it was because of her, or that she was his… turf, or whatever, however werewolves thought about these things. She didn't know. (She did. She did know. She was his property.)
But since then, werewolves had not just avoided her. They'd actively shied away from her. She found it worked better if she wore something of Jean's, like they could smell him on her or something. That was definitely the reason why she'd taken to making sure she did that every single day. That and no other reason.
Sometimes an article of clothing. Sometimes just the ring, around a chain on her neck, left outside her clothes instead of hidden inside. She couldn't quite bring herself to wear it on her finger. It was too grand. It looked like an engagement ring.
Sometimes, very rarely, when she wanted to feel… an adjective she didn't want to think about, she'd wear a pair of shoes he'd given her. They were very inconvenient. She wound up thinking about him with every wretched step.
Honestly. She was aware. She was her own worst enemy.
Today, she'd woken up a human from a very… interesting dream, and she'd wanted to feel very that-adjective-that-didn’t-bear-thinking-about. She was wearing heels, the sort of sharp needles Jean loved best, even though she still struggled to walk long distances in them. Strappy, stupid things, but they had a little lock around the ankle, purely decorative, but... She liked the way it felt against her skin through the thin hose she was wearing. Also, she'd...
She was wearing a dog collar. Around her wrist.
No one would know what it meant but her. Jean would certainly never see her doing this.
Today, werewolves were avoiding her so hard that one walked into a class they both shared, took one look at her, and turned around and walked out. It made her feel… some kind of way.
It was after class. She was walking, quite frankly, through werewolf territory, taking advantage of the unclear source of the repulsion to do some exploring that was normally too risky. She looked like a million dollars, she knew, although her outfit had probably cost significantly less than that. But she couldn't wear heels with her normal wardrobe. No, she was wearing nice black slacks; tailored, at that stupid--she was actually a very nice woman--tailor Jean had insisted on. One of her regular blouses, but over it, a tailored leather blazer that she absolutely adored, not that she'd ever tell Jean that. She supposed she told him by actually wearing it. Even her hat was fancier, one she normally reserved for work or better.
That was when she saw it.
It was a… goddamn hyena, yes, that was what that was. A goddamn hyena, in Valesport. Being menaced by what she could only presume were werewolves, because literally no one else would menace a hyena. It had to be a shifter. Literally had to be. It was a hyena, in Valesport, being razzled.
She didn't even think about it. She was that far into her own headspace, that she just assumed it would work.
“There you are,” she announced, putting every inch of exasperated regality into her voice. She'd learned from the best. “They've yet to invent a lead a hyena can't chew through, I see.” She reached into her backpack and pulled out a very fancy, thick leather collar she would never admit to having, let alone to having on her because she has woken up thinking about Jean, and had been thinking about Jean all day, and wanted to be thinking about Jean while he wrapped it around her neck and pulled.
It was person sized. It fit a hyena. She squatted down slightly, kneeling, but without sullying her pants by letting them touch ground. She tied the collar around the hyena’s neck, giving it a firm sort of “play along” look. Then she stood, looking into the faces of the five somewhat dumbfounded werewolves.
“I don't suppose any of you boys have a lead?” she asked, frowning. “Oh well. Come on, then, heel,” she said firmly to the hyena, which must have been sentient since it hadn't mauled her yet. And then began to walk away, heels clicking on the uneven ground like the beat of a snare drum.
Well, twice since the incident. She'd found out, after the fact, Jean had solved her werewolf problem by brutally murdering the alpha in front of half of his pack. She didn't know for sure, but she liked to imagine he'd emphasized it was because of her, or that she was his… turf, or whatever, however werewolves thought about these things. She didn't know. (She did. She did know. She was his property.)
But since then, werewolves had not just avoided her. They'd actively shied away from her. She found it worked better if she wore something of Jean's, like they could smell him on her or something. That was definitely the reason why she'd taken to making sure she did that every single day. That and no other reason.
Sometimes an article of clothing. Sometimes just the ring, around a chain on her neck, left outside her clothes instead of hidden inside. She couldn't quite bring herself to wear it on her finger. It was too grand. It looked like an engagement ring.
Sometimes, very rarely, when she wanted to feel… an adjective she didn't want to think about, she'd wear a pair of shoes he'd given her. They were very inconvenient. She wound up thinking about him with every wretched step.
Honestly. She was aware. She was her own worst enemy.
Today, she'd woken up a human from a very… interesting dream, and she'd wanted to feel very that-adjective-that-didn’t-bear-thinking-about. She was wearing heels, the sort of sharp needles Jean loved best, even though she still struggled to walk long distances in them. Strappy, stupid things, but they had a little lock around the ankle, purely decorative, but... She liked the way it felt against her skin through the thin hose she was wearing. Also, she'd...
She was wearing a dog collar. Around her wrist.
No one would know what it meant but her. Jean would certainly never see her doing this.
Today, werewolves were avoiding her so hard that one walked into a class they both shared, took one look at her, and turned around and walked out. It made her feel… some kind of way.
It was after class. She was walking, quite frankly, through werewolf territory, taking advantage of the unclear source of the repulsion to do some exploring that was normally too risky. She looked like a million dollars, she knew, although her outfit had probably cost significantly less than that. But she couldn't wear heels with her normal wardrobe. No, she was wearing nice black slacks; tailored, at that stupid--she was actually a very nice woman--tailor Jean had insisted on. One of her regular blouses, but over it, a tailored leather blazer that she absolutely adored, not that she'd ever tell Jean that. She supposed she told him by actually wearing it. Even her hat was fancier, one she normally reserved for work or better.
That was when she saw it.
It was a… goddamn hyena, yes, that was what that was. A goddamn hyena, in Valesport. Being menaced by what she could only presume were werewolves, because literally no one else would menace a hyena. It had to be a shifter. Literally had to be. It was a hyena, in Valesport, being razzled.
She didn't even think about it. She was that far into her own headspace, that she just assumed it would work.
“There you are,” she announced, putting every inch of exasperated regality into her voice. She'd learned from the best. “They've yet to invent a lead a hyena can't chew through, I see.” She reached into her backpack and pulled out a very fancy, thick leather collar she would never admit to having, let alone to having on her because she has woken up thinking about Jean, and had been thinking about Jean all day, and wanted to be thinking about Jean while he wrapped it around her neck and pulled.
It was person sized. It fit a hyena. She squatted down slightly, kneeling, but without sullying her pants by letting them touch ground. She tied the collar around the hyena’s neck, giving it a firm sort of “play along” look. Then she stood, looking into the faces of the five somewhat dumbfounded werewolves.
“I don't suppose any of you boys have a lead?” she asked, frowning. “Oh well. Come on, then, heel,” she said firmly to the hyena, which must have been sentient since it hadn't mauled her yet. And then began to walk away, heels clicking on the uneven ground like the beat of a snare drum.
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