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“you don’t understand. ivan..didn’t ask for this.”

“and those innocents caught in the crossfire did? what good is a pack if they let their most vulnerable run rampant?”

“YOU mean aside from the obvious?” 

“supposedly. i think everyone just needs a nice, juicy burger.”

SHE was a born wolf, descended from wolves who had been in this town almost as long as the Jaspers— Harley knew about respecting alphas, regardless of the circumstances. But considering the circumstances, she couldn’t find it in herself to care when the other asked and Harley didn’t hesitate for a second to give her an answer. “Yeah— yeah, I’ve got a big damn problem. Mainly, your ass still being in my town being at the very tippy-top of the great, big, steaming shitpile that’s been left on our doorstep.”

“------------ are you finished?” immediately, she falls to a still quietness. the jasper wolf’s grievances were heard loud and clear; however, a rule is a rule, and the blood moon tribe momentarily took a step in as the law. if not contained now, then what next? “now, let me ask you this... what would you have done? what would you be doing right now instead of standing in front of me to make amends to this incident?”

tara sighed and shook her head. “if you’re looking for trouble, you won’t find it with me. but you and i were both present for tonight’s events. i think we’re both aware of the problem at hand.”

“oh? so you mean the eye for an eye, tit for tat thing? well, i can see how that’s a little played out, but --- not all have to agree. and one alpha didn’t, who subsequently went against the tribe’s word in doing so. we don’t like that.”

“…is that meant to be a rhetorical question?”

“well, i guess that all depends on how you took it.”

“yes. how could i not be? not all of us pick up and move first chance we get. some of us have lives, friends.”

“and not all of us stay alive to even warm up to the idea of hillgrove. the pack is both your family and friends. foreigners beware... right?”

&& - “pick up line?” jack wrinkled his nose in distaste. having overheard too many corny pick up lines in his day, he thought little of them. connections couldn’t be forged with a play on words. besides, he was not so eager to step outside of his pack’s social structure. outsiders were dangerous after all. “i figured i might get a laugh out of you, that’s all.” and he had. it would have done him some good to lighten up a bit, or so lotte told him, and he recognized much the same behaviors in max. “see you’ve already gotten started, but… no beer? some fun you are.” 

well, clearly, he succeeded in pushing a laugh out of her --- being that sole fact alone was a tough accomplishment to earn in itself. although, they’ve known each other since forever, and max doesn’t have to paint a shade of grey over herself towards him as she would to a complete stranger. or, rather, the other packs. she may be friendly by custom, but the feral beast within runs by instinct. she just shakes her head. “did you just call me lame without directly saying lame? i’m offended. how about i get us both a round of something a bit more stronger than beer? it’ll be on me.”

julietta hadn’t been close to ignacio, but he was like her. he followed his instincts, he let his anger control him. now everyone was after him. would she be next? would she end up like him? she was deep in the woods, eyes blown wide in fear, breath falling in harsh pants from her lips. ever since learning that hunters had been called in after the disastrous full moon, she’d been even more on edge. she had never encountered hunters, but the horror stories her parents told her as a child had stuck with her. they had hammered such a deep fear into her heart that even the mention of the words ‘werewolf hunters’ struck her still and instantly scared.

“i know that look,” confusion. frantic-thoughts. fear. max has experienced it once, and it isn’t something she prefers to recall on a regular daily basis. although, she figured being more of an ally than someone policing their territory would be more suitable, at the moment. “where are you headed?”

“——–ivan….”

“every war has it’s casualties.”

“exactly,” she declares triumphantly. the look on marcella’s face said it all. however, the rub is that max’s white lying can only take individuals so far. this is what she likes to call her version of helping. “people like to report the rare and spontaneous. unfortunately, i think hillgrove was apart of that toss up.”

“there already is. sort of. i mean… they’re coming after us. kind of a big deal.”

“are you nervous, then?”

“not on my end. is there a problem?”

“no, but you know how it is. can’t have this town wondering what goes on while they’re sound asleep in neverland. imagine a neigborhood watch initiative.”

“–And you know, because of this whole Lilah thing I’m frightened of my own shadow you know? There’s some killer out there kidnapping poor defenseless girls and–and I’m a librarian for goodness sake! I don’t know how to defend myself. I’m not even sure I could throw a good punch. I mean, do you see my delimma here? I’ve never even held a gun before and I’m pretty sure I’ll stab myself with a knife before I could do any damage to anyone else. Why doesn’t this town offer any self-defense classes?”

“hey, come on, now. i think you need to take it down a notch and breathe. let me ask you this --- how many murders have you heard of so far since you’ve been hear besides this one?”

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“it’s not me that i’m worried about..” reyna whispered, she sighed softly before getting the locks ready for her pups. “i’ve learned a bit of control.”

“i could’ve assume, but you know what they say about that. are you relocating to the outskirts of town for the night?”