Strictly Business

John J. Smith Thirty one years of age Weight: 191 lbs Phone #: [phone] Office closed indefinitely.

[john-j-smith-blog]

Broken Home // Open

[shewolfqhuinn]

“I know, sweetheart.. He promised he’d always protect me.. But he didn’t leave us on purpose love..you know he tried not to.. And I loved him too, more than I even knew..” Qhuinn lowered her head, the tears she’d been fighting finally starting to fall, mingling with her John’s blood. She jerks at the sound he’s making, struggling now to get him to stop. “John! Stop it! Please..” Using every ounce of her lycan strength, she grabs the human’s arms, forcing him to stop, then wraps her arms around him just as tight. “Please darling..don’t.. You know he wouldn’t want you to do this…”

[john-j-smith-blog]

He snaps. "I don't give a fuck what he thinks. He's dead and he's... not coming back." His voice shakes near the end, his anger and pain mingling and throwing his emotions all over. He turns his gaze away from Qhuinn again, slowly rising from his spot and heading towards the bathroom, feet stepping through his destruction. "...I want to be alone. Don't be here when I get out." 

[john-j-smith-blog]

Broken Home // Open

[shewolfqhuinn]

“Hampton called me. I took the first flight back that I could get, lawyers can wait” Qhuinn brushed his tear-damp hair back, her colorless face and own hollow eyes showing how much shock the triple loss had put the she-wolf in. “I don’t even know what to say… It just..can’t be…” She swallowed hard, fighting her own tears. She had to be strong, for him.

[john-j-smith-blog]

The gentle touches of the she wolf made no impact on him, his eyes still peering down at the dirty floor. "He left me." He manages out, voice hoarse. "He promised me that----- said he would never leave me." His body shakes, hands balling into fists. "He wormed his way into my life, makes me love him, then up and leaves me?" His hand smashes into the floor, the harsh sound of skin hitting tile echoing around the broken home. The pain was immense, but a much-needed distraction. He punches the tiles again, and again, and again, until his arms are shaking and his skin has changed color.

[john-j-smith-blog]

Broken Home // Open

[shewolfqhuinn]

Qhuinn bolted out of the cab before it even stopped, throwing what she hoped was enough money at the driver. Grabbing her bags, she flew through the halls of Greystone, one person and destination in mind: her John. She felt his pain, as it was so much like her own. The man they’d both loved was gone. Sam had Colton, and Davis had Seph, but she and John pretty much only had each other to get through this. As she neared his room, she heard the kind of destruction only the deepest grief could make. Dropping her bags, she flug the door open and shut them in together. Then she was on her knees, her arms around her John..

“I’m here..” She whispered brokenly. “I’m here…”

[john-j-smith-blog]

John doesn't register the door opening and closing at first and flinches at the feeling of something warm wrapping around him. Far warmer than he expects. He turns his head and sits up, expecting a head of dark curls and a shit-eating grin, only to be met with the tears of a woman. Qhuinn. 

He flinches away from her, staring, eyes red and empty. "I didn't ask for you to be here." He starts, voice harsh and scratchy. "You aren't supposed to be here."

[john-j-smith-blog]

Broken Home // Open

He'd heard about the incident from some random passerby. They were loud, painting the scenario for John without even talking to him directly. 'It was gruesome', one said, more than likely scrunching his face together for emphasis. 'And riddled with bullet holes', said the other. 'He was just some wolf, he wasn't very important'.

John knew the moment he'd woken that morning with his bed cold that something was off. It just---- it didn't feel right. He'd called him a couple of times, and he usually picked up on the first ring, but his phone remained unanswered. The panic hit not too long after. 

"Harrison, if you don't answer your fucking phone, I will beat you into the ground."

"...Harrison, it's been hours, just come back. I promise not to hurt you too bad, alright? Call me."

"Please let me know you're alright, I'm fucking worried. Please."

Twenty-two calls and not a one answered. 

~

A young woman finally came by, if just by chance or perhaps she knew of their connection but, she informed him that "O'Donnell, Harrison" was gone and there would be a service date to be announced. He's shaking by the time he manages to shut the door, body nearly shutting down. Harrison is dead.

The lamp goes flying across the room, shattering as it hits the opposite wall. He's yelling, screaming, as papers are thrown, his chair and table are broken and he's laying in his destruction, tears rolling down his face, wondering how he's going to manage to survive the next day, if he can at all.

[john-j-smith-blog]

"You've reached my phone. Sorry I'm not there to answer it. Leave your message after the beep."

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

Harrison tries to lap up at John’s face before he pulls away, but is cut short as the man begins scratching at his neck. Despite his best efforts, the wolf’s back legs move on their own, tapping on the floor’s wooden boards as the large hands massage over all the right places. 

To spare himself further embarrassment, Harrison leaps up onto the bed, pushing John on his back and laying a hefty portion of his weight on him. He’s covering most of the man with his body now, and eagerly licks at his companion’s healing face. 

[john-j-smith-blog]

"Whose a good boy?" John states, voice in an almost mocking tone, but in the most loving way possible. He stops once the wolf pounces on him, pushing away the bombardment of slobbery 'kisses', laughing. Managing to sit up on his elbows, he stares down at Harrison, a smile just barely hanging on his face. "...Love you, you big idiot." 

He flops down on his bed, fingers going back to the thick fur of his wolf man, massaging. "Do you think I'll make a good mate, O'Donnell? And be honest."

[shewolfqhuinn]

"Oh, honey I know. I adore Harrison, you know that. And if he were a doctor I wouldn’t trust you to anyone else!" She tried her hardest to sound casual and playful, like this was just a normal convo. Qhuinn stroked his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before he pulled back. "Yup, let’s do it" 

[john-j-smith-blog]

"He's practically my caretaker. I don't see the difference, anyways." Offering her an arm, he lets her lead him into an office of sorts, the light bright and clear. Moving over to a chair, he takes a seat and looks up towards her, eyes squinting. "Just... don't take forever. I have stuff to do."

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

The wolf’s ears lay back on his large head as he presses up into the soft touch. He’s a bit surprised John hadn’t gotten spooked, but then again— why would he? Harrison wouldn’t hurt him. Still, though…

Another rumble in the alpha’s chest, this time at the human’s snark little comment. The wolf moves as if to hop on the bed, but stops short, body resting in an awkward half-sit half-climbing position. He’s staring at the blond now through those prevailing crimson alpha-eyes, his fur covered tail wagging lightly, making soft thumps on the wooden floor beneath it.

[john-j-smith-blog]

"Why grandma," he starts, taking Harrison's furry face in his hands and holding him. "What large, red eyes you have!" Planting a kiss on his cold nose, he lets out a chuckle, scratching behind and around his large, furry neck. 

Taking him in, Harrison was, for a lack of a better word, huge. In more than one sense of the word. His paws were bigger than John's hands and his jaws looked powerful enough to snap a man in half. Harrison was built to kill in this form, and that alone was worrisome. He trusted the man of course, with ever fiber of his being, but he was still cautious enough. 

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

"I love it when you call me that."

Once he’s bare chested and pants-less, Harrison kneels. A second passes before the room becomes filled with the light sound of tearing flesh and snapping bone, the alpha’s tan skin becoming quickly replaced with a thick, coat of coal colored fur. 

Some two-hundred pounds of wolf creeps closer to the human on the bed, a low growl rumbling through his chest out to alleviate the slight pain from the shift.

[john-j-smith-blog]

The transformation was far less pleasant on the eyes than John had expected. His skin had split in chunks and fell to the floor in loud thumps, along with his hair and, what looked to be, fingernails. It was gruesome and he couldn't look away. 

When his wolf steps close, John doesn't hesitate; his hand reaches out and he brushes it over the top of his head, fingers running easily through his corse fur. "Still handsome, even with dog breath." 

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

Harrison glances around his room, nodding. “I’ll fit.” He looks back at John, and leans in.

He takes a few steps back, grinning, hands already working quickly to shed himself from his clothing. 

[john-j-smith-blog]

John watches curiously, backing away from his would-be boyfriend and settling himself on his bed, arms crossed securely over his chest. He tilts his head, a smile growing on his face. "Well? I'm ready and waiting, alpha."

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

That’s right. I am.

You haven’t seen my turn into a wolf yet, have you?

[john-j-smith-blog]

No, I haven't. You gonna show me now? 

I'll admit it, I'm excited.

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

The only thing that weirds me out is knowing that someone other than me sucks on your neck.

Davis tells me the pack life gets pretty intense. You’ll have to do what we do, only on two legs instead of four.

[john-j-smith-blog]

You're the only one who leaves hickies, though. Besides, it's business.

So, pee on everything. Got it.

[shewolfqhuinn]

"Right, Dr O’Donnell, I must have missed seeing his degree.." Qhuinn rolled her eyes a little, sighing. She looked down when he took her arm, then removed it but only to wrap it around her waist as she hugs him carefully. "I really would, John.. I trust Harrison, of course, but still.."

[john-j-smith-blog]

He manages to maneuver his face into the nook of her neck, arm tightening around her waist. "He means well, Qhuinn, you know that." After holding her for what felt like forever, he lets go, pulling back. "So, are we gonna do this or what?"

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

Fucking finally you ask. It took you long enough.

It’s just Davis, Sam, and me now. I should really ask the young one if she wants in, and I will.. soon. Why? You want it too?

[john-j-smith-blog]

Quiet. I didn't know if you were gonna be weirded out, okay?

Be apart of the big, bad pack on campus? Yeah, sure. I'm in. 

[shewolfqhuinn]

Qhuinn dropped her hands then crossed her arms over her chest, her face still full of worry. She wasn’t stupid, someone had knocked the crap out of her precious friend.. “You should have come to me..or a doctor.. Are you sure there’s no chance of internal injuries?” She tried to keep her voice as clinical as possible, but tears pricked at her eyes despite her best efforts. 

[john-j-smith-blog]

John shrugs. "Who knows. Harrison thinks I'm fine too, so just..." he glances up and notes the tiny change in her face. Guilt runs over him immediately. "Qhuinn, if you want to check if there's anything wrong, which there isn't, you can." He reaches over and grips her arm gently.

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

You mean.. like, an exclusive thing?

Yeah. Him. He— somehow— talked me into forming a temporary, mini pack here.

[john-j-smith-blog]

If you're cool with that. I just---- I get it if you don't want to.

A pack? Who else is there?

[greystone-o-donnell-blog-deacti]

You’ve met Davis right? 

...As I should be?

[john-j-smith-blog]

Huge, loud, excitable viking. Yeah, and?

You know, like... you're mine and I'm yours. That.

Shut up.