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Being out and about, even if it was in the poximity of his pub, was not something that Reed felt comfortable with at the moment. It was out of necessity, really. He needed some paperwork sorted and to leave his manager in charge of the pub for the next few days while he dealt with the recent changes in his life.

With any luck, the news about him not being part of Lycaon anymore had already spread and he would not have to break them to anybody. Ever since it happened, Jax struggled with his own feelings about it. Some days, he just struggled. Who was Jaxon Reed without a pack? How was he to move forward without it? ..without a purpose? This could very well be the dumbest shit he had ever done but he had to stand by it. Even if he didn't know what it would look like from hereon out.

Nudging the dry autum leaves out of the way with his boots, the wolf stood by the back corner alley with his phone. Esmeralda Bheriya. He kept starting at the name, finger hovering above it. Had she made it to India safely? Was she okay..? ..and why couldn't he just text her?

Vivian had almost been dreading another event, still mentally on the mend from the last one.  She knew not going was not an option, so the blonde decided she’d bring Frankie along with her for comfort. He seemed to be enjoying all the attention as the two perused the different stalls, which elevated her mood significantly. As the vampire stopped to get her and her furry date a snack, she hadn’t even realized Frankie’s leash had slipped out of her hand until it was too late. “Frankie,” she called out, in mild panic. He was normally the most well-behaved pup,  but he was no stranger to chaos. 

Eventually, she spotted him at a nearby bench, charging up to him in relief. “Frank Einstein Ambrose!” she called out to him in her sternest mom’s voice, the recent purchases jumbling in the plastic bag as she approached. “You are in big trouble, mister,” she added, before rounding a tree that had been blocking her view of the other side of the bench. “Oh, uh… hey,” she added with embarrassment as she was caught off guard by the person Frankie had been bothering for pets. .

Hiten felt their body vibrating with the beat in the club, shaking their shoulders as they made their way through the double glass doors onto the patio out back, a vape pen already in their hands. There wasn’t much of a crowd here, it was a little cold, but heaters around the place made it sort of cosy, and the blankets that were laying around actually seemed clean. They turned on the vape, annoyance spreading over their face as they concluded they hadn’t charged it. They took a quick look around and nudged the first person they saw lightly. “Say, would you perhaps be the owner of a package of smokes?” They asked.

“You know, it’s a total myth that the freaks come out on the full moon. Yeah, it’s actually just after the full moon, during the waning gibbous phase,” says Jasper, and as if in emphasis blows a large blue bubble with his gum until it pops. This claim has no basis in either reality or fantasy — he’s made it up on the spot, as he’s wont to do, after having heard some rando talking about the moon’s waning gibbous phase earlier and taking a liking to the term. “That’s why he’s out tonight,” he points to a man wearing a panama hat, who notices and gives him a dirty look. “What about you? Have you been having any freakish thoughts lately? Feeling any urges to do something unhinged? You can tell me.”