werewolves, not swear-wolves

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She smiled grateful when the waitress approached them as she turned to order a cup of coffee as well as a blueberry muffin. "Oh and put whatever he wants on my tab too." She tells the waitress, he was generous to let her sit with him it was the most she could do.

When she told the waitress to put his order on her tab, he let out a soft scoff, shaking his head. "You don’t gotta do that," he said, but there was no real protest in his voice. He appreciated the gesture. "But since you’re offering, I’ll take a a piece of pie and another coffee," he spoke to the waitress with a small smile.

He sat back, watching her for a moment. "So, you hiding from the storm, or something else?" The way she had cringed earlier made him think it wasn’t just about the weather.

Nathan nodded, relieved when Beau said he understood and would give their mother a call. He turned his attention back to his plate for only a second before he was blinking up at Beau, mouth slightly agape as he processed the question. Why hadn’t he told her? “I—I don’t know! Do you want me to?” Even as he asked the question, he hoped his brother would say no. “I wasn’t sure if it was a secret or what your plan is or whatever, so I didn’t say anything! Did you want me to tell her?” he asked again, looking at his brother in disbelief.

“No, no. That’s my responsibility.” His brows knit together as he met Nathan’s gaze. “It’s not a secret. I’m proud of Jay—I’d never try to hide him.” But even as he said it, his jaw tightened. His gaze drifted toward the window, watching the relentless snowfall as his thoughts churned.

“You know how they are,” he muttered, fingers curling into fists against the table. “About… certain kinds of people.” The full moon was pressing against his skin, amplifying everything—his frustration, his protectiveness, the slow burn of anger at the thought of his family rejecting Jay just because of what he was. Beau could handle a lot, but the idea of his family hating the person he loved? That settled deep, sharp and unshakable.

His fists unclenched as he exhaled, finally looking back at Nathan. “But I’ll tell her,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I’m sorry for putting you in that position. I didn’t mean to—it’s just… I’ve been in my own little world lately, and it’s been nice.” His face softened as he thought about Jay—the quiet comfort of his presence, the way it felt like home in a way Beau hadn’t known he needed.

He glanced back at Nathan, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “I hope you find this one day.” His eyes crinkled. "Or it has already happened. What did happen after the masquerade with your cute, blonde friend?"

The other man's comment caused Jesse to look down at Jessica who seemed perfectly content and warm for the moment-- blissfully unaware of any potential danger they might all be in if this storm didn't let up. "Uncle," he supplied. "She's got the good idea here," Jesse remarked, "sleep her way through it n' soon enough, things'll be over. Maybe we all should close our eyes n' wait it out."

He wouldn't be able to nod off, though. Not when Talia was still out in this mess. Not when Cassidy was right there.

His gaze flickered to the little girl curled up in Jesse’s lap, peaceful and warm despite the chaos outside. "Uncle, huh?" Beau said with a small smile. "Smart kid. Wish I could sleep through this too." But there was no way in hell he was relaxing tonight, not with the full moon pressing against his skin like an itch he couldn't scratch.

At Jesse’s question, Beau dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, already expecting what he’d see. He turned the screen toward the other man—no bars, no signal, nothing. "Nope," he said simply. "Dead as a doornail." He let the phone drop onto the table with a soft thud, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Who you waiting on?" He asked, voice steady, but there was an understanding in his gaze. Beau might not know Jesse well, but he knew that kind of worry. Knew what it was like to sit in a place you didn’t want to be because someone else needed you to stay put.

Closed: for @beauwolfsong

He glared at the display case that was currently filled with stale store bought pastries. According to the owners something had happened with the distributors that caused them to be unable to deliver for the past couple of weeks. He had heard numerous complaints from customers, the countless apologies didn’t seem to be enough. He understood, who wanted to eat a hard muffin along with their coffee? According to the owners it would be another couple of weeks until they could get back up and running. The owners didn't seem to care that they have been losing customers do to the lack of fresh baked goods. Even the regulars that once came in daily were starting to thin out.

It appeared to be up to Luca to have to fix this, he was starting to grow fond of this place, he hated to think that it could close down do to the negligence of his boss'. He knew that he could bake them himself, but he was a novice at best when it came to baking. He thought about going to the bakery but that didn't feel right either. And, he didn't see the boss' approving that either.

He heard a few people talking about Beau's baking when they were in the coffee shop Luca knew Beau from around town and he had came into the shop from time to time. He figured he could offer something in return.

After his shift he thanked his coworker before leaving and heading towards where Beau lived. He hadn’t thought of a good offer for him yet, but he could wait to see if he even said yes. There could be a chance that he wouldn’t even want to do this. He sighed walking up to his door knocking on it waiting for him to answer. Once he did he smiled softy, “Hi, I know we don’t know each other well but I have a favor to ask.”

“A favor, huh?” His head tilted slightly, curiosity sparking. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

He stepped aside, silently offering Luca the chance to come in if he wanted, though he didn’t push. It wasn’t often people outside of very select company showed up at Jay's place unannounced. And the fact that Luca was here now, looking like he wasn’t entirely sure how this was gonna go, made Beau all the more interested.

"I'll just have to make due with that coffee," She said as she approached him. "Mind if I sit," She asks. Her brother was nowhere to be found. Which she was oddly okay with, that would be something she thought about at a later time though.

His gaze flicked back to her, taking in the way she seemed torn between being here and wanting to be anywhere else. “Lookin’ for someone?” he asked, keeping his tone light. “Or just hopin’ to disappear before the storm made that impossible?”

His eyes widened a little as he looked at Beau in disbelief. He hadn’t picked up? No wonder his mom was on Nathan’s case, trying to sniff out any information she could about Beau’s whereabouts. “I mean, I don’t know what to tell her!” Nathan shook his head. “She keeps asking where you’re at all the time, where you’re staying, who you’re staying with.” She asked in a way that made Nathan nervous, like she already knew the answers to her own questions. Like she knew he was lying when he said he didn’t know. “And I tell her that I haven’t asked cause I don’t care, and now she thinks we’re fighting because of it and she’s worried and won’t leave me alone.”

He brought the cut piece of waffle to his mouth and chewed it through a frown. “You have to talk to her.”

As Nathan rattled off their mom’s questions, Beau sighed, guilt creeping in. He wasn’t avoiding his family—at least, not intentionally. He’d just been caught up in his own little world with Jay, missing a few calls and texts here and there. He hadn’t thought it was a big deal. But hearing it laid out like this? Yeah, maybe it was.

“I know,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll call her. Talk to her.” His gaze dropped to his coffee for a beat before he looked back at Nathan, brows knitting together. “But you do know where I am and who I’m with,” he pointed out. “So why haven’t you told her?”

The week of the full moon probably wasn’t the best time to meet, but Nathan was feeling insane from hiding out in his room for so long, Beau owed him waffles and had agreed to come, so why wasn’t he paying attention? Nathan kicked him under the table to get his attention and frowned at the question.

“What? I mean, yeah, probably, but the storm will clear out soon so it’s fine. My weather app says so.” Unbeknownst to him, the app was showing him the weather 600 miles away. “But anyway, has mom talked to you yet? Cause she keeps asking me about you and I don’t know what to say and now she thinks we’re fighting.”

He huffed a quiet laugh at Nathan’s confidence in his weather app. “Yeah? Well, I'll take your word for it because--” He looked out the window and it didn't seem to be slowing down. "Weather apps can be wrong sometimes."

At the mention of their mom, Beau sighed and dragged a hand down his face. “Shit. Yeah, she called me last night.” He already knew where this was going. “I missed the call and by the time I saw it it was late. I haven't returned it yet.” He took a sip of his coffee, before resuming tapping it with his fingers. "What do you mean you don't know what to tell her? What does she ask?"

He had noticed something about the other sitting close to him, a smell, almost like it was... Familiar, not that he knew the guy, just... Something he couldn't explian.

"I'm... Not sure..." He frown, what the hell does he means by that? "I'm willing to take the risk though..." He decides to try, seems this person knew exactly what he was feeling, "I can't... Be here for much longer...it's not safe..."

Beau kept his movements slow, controlled, not wanting to startle him. “Yeah, I get it,” he murmured, his voice steady. “First few times are rough. Feels like your skin don’t fit right, like you’re burnin’ up from the inside.” He set his mug down and straightened a little, tilting his head toward the storm outside. “Storm’s bad, but we have to find somewhere safer.”

His eyes met Avery’s, firm but not unkind. “But you gotta listen to me, alright? You bolt, you lose control, you put people in danger. We don’t want that.” He nudged his chair back and stood, stretching like he wasn’t already tense as hell himself. “C’mon. Let’s see what The Golden Spoon has to offer trap us.”