Deputy Jordan Parrish

Resident Hellhound who also happens to work in law enforcement.

[jordanparrishound]

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Good morning!

I have some bad news. I have to be an adult at some point and in the next week I will be prepping and starting full time activities and will not have time to be in a group RP.

I have had so much fun writing with this group the past year and I hope you all continue on your writing journey. Thanks to all the friends I've made. You have been so accepting of me.

Jordan and Erica will have to be reopened, but everyone has full permission to use Art and Millie as they see fit if anyone needs a druid. Soupernatural will always have its doors open if anyone needs soup or herbs. :) They will fade from the limelight and be NPCs.

You guys have been great. Now it's time for the next chapter in my life. Good luck!

Love, Mesita

[dylanhoechlin]

Sorry not sorry.

[talblack]

@jordanparrishound

Talia had been pulled over for speeding that day, something that would’ve been normal had the officer who pulled her over had not been a dick. But of course he was and insisted she get out of the car so he could search it, just being snarky the entire time, and from there it just went downhill as she got out and let him look through the car. He found several sets of chains (that she kept for emergencies, like full moons), a few grams of weed, and other various things she kept for full moons like handcuffs and whatnot. He kept making snide comments about why she’d need all that stuff, mostly making annoying sexual jokes. And while she’d told him to stop and just give her whatever ticket he was going to give her for speeding, eventually she didn’t even realize she’d snapped as she tried to push him, and before she knew it she was on the ground with her hands behind her back as he called for backup. She grimaced as she hit the ground, cursing herself for not being more careful and keeping herself in check. But she just couldn’t help it, he was making her angry and when she got angry it was hard to think about much else. He got her onto her feet and told her to wait, and by the time another car pulled up she let out a frustrated sigh when she realized it was Jordan. The officer that had her handcuffed, Johnson, scoffed as he looked up at Jordan and roughly held Talia’s arm. “She just tried to assault me after a simple search.”

[jordanparrishound]

Jordan was the only unit close enough to respond to the call and when he did, he was surprised to see Talia on the ground. He was also surprised Johnson didn’t know her by name, yet, with how often she was around the precinct. “What is your definition of assault, Johnson? Look at her. She’s not going to do anything to you.” He tried to give Talia an apologetic expression that conveyed he was sorry for implying she was weak, but if would be in her best interest. 

“She had weapons and restraints in her car, along with some weed that I doubt is medicinal.” He nodded toward the hood of his car where the confiscated materials lay.

Jordan took one glance and rolled his eyes. “That’s well under the amount required for an arrest. And her boyfriend works for us at the station. I’m not going into detail with that. Let her go, Johnson and stop wasting your hours. What’d you pull her over for?”

“Speeding.”

“Then write her a ticket for speeding and go about your way. Stop trying to make up arrests. We’re full up enough as it is with these breaking and entering types. There are far more dangerous people to book than a teenager with some handcuffs. We have to prioritize with the town like this.”

Johnson made an angry noise and pulled off to Talia, uncuffing her and roughly throwing her back to the ground again like he needed to get some kind of last word. “You’re getting off with a warning this time, sweetcheeks,” he growled. “But mark my words, if you so much as touch me again, I will tune this motherfucker out.” He pointed deliberately at Jordan. Jordan immediately stepped in front of Talia in case she got up and tried to launch herself at the other Deputy.

[jordanparrishound]

Rose

Bookshop AU

I don’t know as much about your muse personality-wise, but I’mma give it my best shot!

So Jordan isn’t big on reading books, but he really needs to get something on puppies because he got a new dog and he thinks he knows his way around bookstores but haha, he totally doesn’t. So he asks the nearest employee for help and wah-lah~ it’s Riley. She takes him to the pet section and there aren’t any books on the kind of dog he got. He’s not sure what it is. It’s probably a mutt but it looks intimidating and is big and black, so they pick out some books on labradors.

Somehow the conversation shifts on what he does for a living because she wants to make sure he has enough time to take care of a pupper and he mentions that he’s a cop. And where most people would back the eff off because cops are scary, she doesn’t and that makes him feel better. So they talk about puppies for a while and then he has to go because he doesn’t want to leave the pupper in question alone for very long.

So you’d think that would be the end, but as it turns out, he’s taking his dog, Cerberus (because I guess this is an AU where they’re human) out for a walk in the park and runs into Riley and he thanks her for helping him out with the books because they were very helpful. She’s like... petting Cerberus for a while and he’s like, “yeah give me all the doggo pets please and thanks” and they play fetch a little and have a good afternoon in the park and Jordan even buys them both some ice cream because puppos love ice cream.

Things so great for a while. But then, inevitably, the Cerbs get out and Jordan can’t find him anywhere. There aren’t many people who know much about him, so he enlists the help of Riley to look with him. They search like, all over town and wind up at the park and Jordan’s upset because he lost his new pal. Riley just awkwardly consoles him because he’s this big buff cop dude crying about a dog when suddenly they hear a bark and as it turns out, Cerberus has been chasing squirrels and playing in the mud and Jordan is so happy to find him that he doesn’t even care that he’s covered in mud, he just hugs that doggo to death.

And then, of course, Cerbs jumps all over Riley and licks her face and gets mud on her clothes and Jordan apologizes a lot because he’s embarrassed, but it’s fine.

And ever since then, he and Riley hang out and have pupper playdates and they go jogging together and always ruin it by getting ice cream. :D

[jordanparrishound]

Snapdragon

Apocalypse Survivors AU

No one knows how it happened or why, but a massive solar flare erupted suddenly, launching itself toward the Earth in a direct path. There was a large flash of light and suddenly anyone outside or who had access to a window was dead. Burned up. Only those who happened to be away from sunlight at the time survived.

In Jordan’s case, he was at the station, trapped in an endless cycle of paperwork and when you’re in the center of the precinct in a room where the windows only open to the inside of the building... you’re safe.

As for Talia, she was at the gym, punching the lights out of a bag and when she came out, whoops, everyone was dead.

At first, the survivors didn’t know what even happened. They came out slowly at their own pace and only found out later. The world erupted into chaos within a few hours. Friends tried to call friends and only got voicemail. Driving anywhere was impossible because everyone who had been driving a car died.

When Talia and Jordan found each other, it was only because they both happened to go check up Lydia’s house. Most of their friends had turned to ash in an instant.

Soon the world began to break off into factions. People stayed in groups with strangers because staying alive meant sticking together. The world was sparsely populated, now, and most people found themselves holed up near a large store like Costco to keep up with supplies.

Jordan and Talia were sent to go retrieve some medicine from one such place, so they strapped up, ready to go. Since this was America, most people found guns inside houses and stockpiled them, but that also meant that everyone they came across was heavily armed. So of course, while getting medicine, Jordan and Talia get stopped by another group of survivors trying to get the same stuff (say, insulin?) and so they have to duke it out in a standoff with guns pointed everywhere. It’s kind of sad because like... a 12 year old girl is there too, pointing a gun like she knew what she was doing.

In the end, Talia gets shot, but she’s still a wolf so she heals, but that means the other survivors think they won and ran off with the medicine. But the 12 year old comes back and gives Jordan like a tiny bit of it while Talia pretends to be dead. Jordan pulls out the bullet and she starts to heal and is like, “That fucking sucks. Those jerks. Let’s get them.”

So they go and ambush them and are gonna take the medicine but the 12 year old girl cries and makes them feel bad, so they leave like half of it and go back to the enclosure...

I’m sure other people survived, too. They all got to do cool stuff like be medics or farmers or whatever. Jordan and Talia are just the two that go out and get supplies. Talia uses a set of metal claws and Jordan uses guns but they also use their own powers when they need to...

[jordanparrishound]

Gardenia

Road Trip AU

After defeating the Hale Mob, both Jordan and Alistair have to go into the witness protection program. The program sends them to...

Montana.

To live on a dude ranch.

So the drive is pretty far and they settle in for some snacks and some tunes. Each other them try out their favorite music with the other and it meshes pretty well. They made healthy choices with their snacks and take minimal breaks to maximize the amount of time spent on the road. However, they do make it a point to stop at little mom and pop diners scattered across the highway instead of stopping at a drive thru. They always want to try the local dishes or be daring and try something new. They take turns driving. Alistair reads a lot. Jordan works on old case files and tries to figure out this little triangle puzzle box.

And that’s it for the road trip because I don’t have many ideas so now they get to be on a dude ranch. The make it to Montana in record time. The witness protection agent gets them set up with an old ranch. They meet some of the townsfolk there. They’re pretty nice, but ultra conservative, so they have to be careful. Two dudes operating a dude ranch after riding into town together? Mighty suspicious. 

Together they spruce the place up and spend a few weeks replacing the rotted wood and sweeping out the cobwebs. Soon the place is open for business, but only a local girl scout troop comes in to do some horseback riding for badges. Alistair tends to the girls while Jordan takes care of the shop and repairs the fences so that the horses won’t escape and take the girls with them.

Jordan likes stopping to watch Alistair walk around with the reins and lead the girls down a well-worn path out on the fields. The sun is hot, but not heavy as the fluffy clouds give them some well-deserved breaks every so often. 

But, despite their best efforts, one of the more unruly horses bucks a little girl off and she hurts her head. The troop leader threatens to sue if she doesn’t get compensation so they’re forced to close the ranch down for a while. With no money coming in, they need to sell the horses, including the one who bucked the little girl, a stubborn Stallion named Totoro because he was like twelve hands and had a gray coat. Sad to see their precious horses go, they only find solace in each other.

One night, they’re sitting out on the porch swing holding hands and watching the Montana sunset when one of the townsfolk comes by to give them an update on the court case, but they gasp when they see the hand-holding and run back into town. Worried that they’re going to lose the court case and their jobs and the ranch and have to relocate, they spend that night in separate rooms all sad and forlorn.

So the court date is the next day and when they arrive in court, they’re nervous and try to stand far enough apart. The court employee that tried to give them the update stands in front of the judge and tells the whole court what they saw. The town is outraged and, sure enough, they lose the court case and the troop leader is appalled that they even helped their children out in the first place.

Feeling down and defeated, Jordan and Alistair go back home but on the way they hear a scream from Old Man Jenkins’ farm and they go investigate. The same little girl who fell off Totoro before was antagonizing him and pulling on his nose so that the horse got irritated and lashed out at her. Jordan whipped out his phone and got hard evidence of it while Alistair went to go and separate the two. He scolded the girl for mistreating the horse and told her to go home to her parents. She did, screaming the whole way that Alistair had attacked her and soon the small town was in an uproar again.

But! Jordan took out his phone and showed everyone the video of what really happened and suddenly the little girl was put on the spotlight. Did she really do that to Totoro while on the ranch? She admitted to it and Jordan and Alistair were cleared of all charges.

They were able to open the dude ranch again and while the customers were slow coming, soon the trickle turned to a roar once word got out. In fact, people came all over Montana because the ranch offered a safe space for LBGT cowboys to hang out and not be judged. And even though people threatened to burn the place down several times, there was always someone else ready to defend it.

Once the few years had passed for the witness protection program to be over, Jordan and Alistair found they rather enjoyed their stay at the ranch and decided to move there forever.

The end.

[jordanparrishound]

Gardenia: Roadtrip AU

This would be an AU where everything is the same but Beacon Hills doesn’t suck and people can leave for long periods of time.

But Jordan would have done some extensive policework and found out a potential candidate for Jake. He’s living in Kansas almost like it’s a witness protection program. A different name. Different memories. So they must highway 70 it across the dessert to see if it’s him.

Rosie drives a good portion of the time because Jordan keeps sticking his head out the window--especially on the long stretches of flat road in Nevada. They make a pact to only stay at discount motels but leave them 5 star reviews on all the hotel sites. Most of them smell like wet dog and stale cigarettes. They fight over the music. Jordan’s tastes are a little old fashioned for Rosie and Rosie’s aren’t up to par with Jordan’s obscure old school beats. But they find a compromise and stick it out with some conversation and car games. Driver gets to pick music if the passenger is reading or something anyway.

When they arrive, they’re too exhausted to try and meet him, but they do some digging around. He lives in a modest apartment. Has a girlfriend and a dog. Goes by the name Andrew and died his hair to match his eyebrows. Rosie is a mess that first night and Jordan has to sleep by the door to keep her from going out to meet him on her own.

They go together to knock on his door. The girlfriend answers. She’s gorgeous, but standoffish and won’t let them in, even though they’re pretending to be relatives. Jake comes to the door with his shirt off and doesn’t recognize Rosie at all which makes the girlfriend that much more suspicious and slams the door in their face.

Plan one failed, so they stake out his house like creepers until he leaves alone and they follow him to the gym. There they take some guest passes and follow him to some of the workout equipment where they corner him. Rosie tries to convince him of who she is, but he doesn’t seem to get it and tries to get them arrested when finally Rosie says a few spells out of desperation...

And the veil lifts.

Reunited once again, Jordan feels as though his work is done when it’s really just beginning. Now Jake has to relocate again, find a way to explain to his girlfriend that he needs to move to California and without her, but he still has feelings for her and recognizes everything that happened from the time his memory was initially wiped until that point. Because even though his past was made up, he still lived with the new girl for some time.

They explain it all to her, including the part about Melody (Who is staying with Millie) and she feels like she can’t compete with that kind of history. You know what, she looks like Camila Mendes. And basically they come back to Beacon Hills and Rosie and the girlfriend have to duke it out Betty and Veronica style.

The end. OR IS IT.

[jordanparrishound]

Daffodil

CIA AU

Oh man, so of course they would have to be working on the same project. And since my favorite part of the CIA deals with aliens, that’s what they’re working on. Jordan would be the believer and Stiles would be the skeptic. You might think it would be the other way around, but hear me out: Jordan accepted the idea that Lydia could be psychic right away and he has an open mind. Stiles made fun of the supernatural for a while and it took a while to accept what Scott was becoming. I mean, he learned a lot and researched later because the proof was in the pudding, but in this AU, he would look at things logically and try to find logical explanations to everything.

Scientists always sending out signals into deep space, trying to find someone to ping back. In this world, something has pinged back, and it’s up to Stiles and Jordan to decipher it. They’re stationed at an observatory out west in the wide open sky... likely Arizona. Jordan likes the heat. Stiles does not. They fight over the thermostat a lot. Jordan mostly works the security portion of the job making sure Roswell types don’t enter the facility while Stiles pours over the readings, trying to figure out what the aliens are telling us or if they’re just getting white noise that happens to be in a pattern. In an attempt to figure it out, Stiles sends the same message back out in the direction it originally came from.

It was the wrong move.

The message comes back stronger. It chants the same thing over and over again.

Stiles has accidentally declared war by naming the Earth as a hostile planet.

So instead of backing off and finding another planet, the aliens likely decide that the Earth’s technology is primitive and easy to overtake. They can’t risk the offchance that humans would eventually reach the stars, so they decide to wipe them out quickly. It’s up to Stiles and Jordan to inform the governments before the aliens reach them so they can all collaborate and take down the alien threat.

Because Stiles spent the most time deciphering the message, he’s at the forefront, trying to send a message back that would keep the aliens from destroying them while Jordan has to train hundreds of fighter pilots to keep the fight above the atmosphere and away from the planet. We don’t have the technology, but Earthlings set aside their differences and pool their money and resources together to stave off the alien threat.

To cut out all the action scenes and make a long story short, they manage to fight off the aliens just enough to get a proper message through, explaining there was a miscommunication and while we fight amongst ourselves often, we are overall a fairly peaceful species. In fact, the skirmish brought together many more nations than before once we figured out that different races could work together. The technology developed during this time also made life easier not only for first world countries, but third world countries as well.

So. Agents Stilinski and Parrish saved the world.

[sphinxmemesmusings]

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Rose: Bookshop AU

Violet: Shape-Shifter AU

Tulip: 1940s Noir AU

Bluebell: Detention AU

Sunflower: Boarding School AU

Daisy: Group Project AU

Peony: Truth or Dare AU

Delphinium: School Rivals AU

Gardenia: Roadtrip AU

Poppy: Record Store AU

Orchid: 1920s Con Artists AU

Snapdragon: Apocalypse Survivors AU

Chrysanthemum: Arranged Marriage AU

Lilac: Fallen Angel AU

Pansy: Sex Line AU

Marigold: Amnesia AU

Carnation: Mobsters AU

Daffodil: CIA AU

[jordanparrishound]

rileylyon:

Riley climbed out of the car and carefully shut the door behind her.  She wasn’t exactly enthused about the prospect of going back in, but she was pretty damn exhausted.  It was a small miracle that she hadn’t collapsed or something.  The past month of sleepless nights had left dark bags practically tattooed under her eyes, but Riley was almost certain she wouldn’t be able to sleep.  Especially not if it was this warm and muggy.  “Well Jordan, thanks for picking me up and everything.  I’m not convinced I would have actually found my way back.” She made a face.  “Definitely not before morning.”  

“It’s no problem. I’m always happy to help.” Jordan said thoughtfully, escorting her up to her front doorstep. He wasn’t often helpful like this anymore so it made him feel good to know he’d stopped her from having a horrible night. He’d take small victories where he could. “If there’s ever anything else I can do, I’m almost always at the Sheriff’s station. Don’t be afraid to ask for me.” 

[jordanparrishound]

rileylyon:

“Thanks-” Riley fumbled for words, uncertain of what to call the young officer.  Mister seemed weird for someone so young, and officer too informal for some reason, but she didn’t know his actual name.  She quirked an eyebrow, hoping he’d just fill in her awkward silence with his preference.  Once he’d found her aunt’s house Riley stared at the door for maybe a second too long.  She hadn’t been afraid of the dark or the things inside of it for a long time, but there was something about this night- maybe the sleepwalking, or the bad taste her nightmares had left in her mouth- that had her searching the shadows apprehensively.  “Would you call me a giant paranoid baby if I said yes?” She cringed, even as she asked.  

“Parrish. But it seems most are calling me Jordan these days,” he said. It was getting to the point that when people called him by his last name, he thought he was in trouble somehow. “I would call you smart if you said yes,” he said with a smile, unbuckled, and got out of the vehicle. He walked around the side to open the door for her, one hand hovering at his belt in case just in case. This night was quiet, if a little muggy. The storms that had been rolling into town left the humidity so strong even Jordan was sweating from the force of it. “Come on, Riley. Let’s get you home.”

[jordanparrishound]

iamthealpha-hale:

Fear came off Jordan in waves, and really if he didn’t want to do this after all Peter was not opposed to that. But it was hard to tell with Jordan. Two entities within one body always threw him off. “By all means, take your time,” he said, leaning against the freezer door, “Just let me know before you bolt so I can get back to what I was doing.”

Jordan flinched. Of course he had to go through with this.He’d been waiting for months. With a defeated sigh, he began to undress, neatly piling his clothes in a corner. “Fine. You’re looking into the hound’s memories. Not my own. I want to know what happened to his other vessels and what his connection is to the Horsemen.” He made his way over to the tub and plunged a foot into the icy water. He regretted it already. There was no way he could do this, and yet another foot went in and he lowered himself in. Almost immediately his body felt numb and even if he tried to move his extremities, he couldn’t tell if it were happening or not. The hound recoiled in shock, fighting for control, but the cold kept him at bay. Jordan could hear him howling inside his head and he shouted over the turmoil. “Hurry and get this over with!”

[jordanparrishound]

rileylyon:

“It was amazing.” Riley admitted softly.  That much at least was true.  They had been so happy there.  “I loved it.  Even though I despised the language.” She grimaced at the memory.  For some reason she couldn’t easily pick up French from the locals, and it had taken three years of bastardizing whatever vocabulary she managed to remember in order to get what she needed before she had finally become fluent.  But most of the people she interacted with didn’t mind, and the ones who did mind didn’t matter anyways.  Riley’s nose scrunched up as she watched house after house go by with no spark of recognition.  “It’s actually my great aunt’s house, and she’s been around forever.” She admitted, feeling vaguely like an idiot.  “But her name is Amelia Lyon.  And I’m Riley Lyon.” 

“Well then, Riley, in that case it should be relatively easy to find,” Jordan said, punching in the name as he spoke. He didn’t type with his fingers on homerow, but rather jabbed at the laptop with his index fingers so that it wiggled when it moved. “Oh, we’ve passed it up already. But not by far. It’s three houses behind us. He put the car in park. “Do you need me to walk you to the door?” This neighborhood wasn’t terrible, but Jordan still thought it prudent he make the offer. He had a protective streak of just about everyone, but the weird tug he felt toward her--not from his end, but from Cerberus’, made him extra protective somehow. He just wanted to make sure she made it home safely.

[jordanparrishound]

rileylyon:

“Some of us don’t have a choice.” Riley looked down at her hands.  Beacon Hills hadn’t exactly been the top of her list, but of the far and few remaining Lyons, her great aunt had been the only one who was very reluctantly forced  willing to take her.  Then again, if she hadn’t almost entirely checked out of reality when her dad was killed, maybe she would have gotten more of a say in the matter.  But there was no use in dwelling on that particular item.  “My dad moved us there when I was nine.” She told him with a wistful sort of expression.  “He said the French air would do us good, and that if it didn’t we could always go looking for all the wine or the guillotine.”  Riley laughed.  “It was funnier once I understood what that meant.”  She had sort of surprised herself, sharing so much with the officer.  Her memories of France had been neatly packaged up and locked into a box in her mind, as if that could keep them from causing her pain.  “I think it’s on the left.” Riley peered out the window, but wearily realized that the house was harder to recognize in the dark than she’d expected. “That could also be a complete lie.”

“I’m no stranger to moving around,” Jordan admitted. “My father was military and the family moved several times, but never anything as drastic as France. I’ve never actually been there. Was the French air good for you?” It was nice to have a normal conversation even though Beacon Hills was such a nightmare at the moment. If he could only focus on the small gifts, like a normal conversation with a normal person, he could make it through his shift. He ducked in the car, trying to see the houses. This was one of the neighborhoods where all the houses looked eerily similar. He pulled off to the side of the road and reached for his police laptop. “Maybe I can look up your address. If you’ve bought the house recently, you’d have had to apply for a residential permit. I can go through the city records and find the name if you’re listed as one of the house’s occupants. What’s your name?”

[jordanparrishound]

iamthealpha-hale:

“We owned it,” Peter replied simply as they moved through the dust. He pushed aside overturned chairs and broken candle dishes. Famine’s brood had been here. Likely looking for food. But all that was there was dust now. Dust and faded light bulbs. “I had to go looking for the deed to prove the Hales never sold it and get the electricity turned back on,” Peter spoke like he was discussing the weather, pushing aside plastic curtains that had turned yellow with age and motioned at a large metal door, “The freezer has been on for a couple months now. It’s all yours.” 

“Is there anything the Hales don’t own?” Jordan asked, but then quickly followed up with. “Don’t answer that.” He followed Peter inside to what looked like a freezer that should have come straight out of a crime scene. The whole place felt like that. Suddenly, Jordan was very aware of just how much danger he’d placed himself in. What right did he have to trust Peter? He would be alone in a place where the wolf would basically have the hound in a muzzle. It was entirely foolish, and yet Jordan trudged forward because his curiosity and his drive for answers pushed him on. He opened up the freezer and the cold air came at him like an unwanted memory, pushing at his skin and chilling his clothes on contact. The hound recoiled at the temperature and Jordan’s mind replayed all the cold moments the YukiOnna had forced on him. How he spent every day in a sluggish stupor surrounded by coats that had little to no effect. The bathtub used to keep his skin from igniting sat like a guillotine in the middle of the freezer. This was a bad idea. Jordan wanted to go. He couldn’t even believe this was his idea in the first place. He turned around, trying to find an excuse to go. “You know, I should probably just text my fiance real quick. The reception is bad in here....”

[shelleyhennigsource]

I do #tinder profiles now @the_ryan_kelley

[jordanparrishound]

rileylyon:

“Yikes.  Sorry for your loss.” Riley winced at her own reaction.  It was a pretty pathetic platitude, especially because she couldn’t see how could a town like Beacon Hills lose a significant portion of its population.  It was already exponentially smaller than the cities she’d lived in thus far.  “I guess it’s better to be dry and lost than wet…” she tugged at a loose thread on her sleep shirt’s hem.  “I just moved here from France, but I can’t say you’re exactly selling me on this town.” Riley joked.  “But I guess I’d rather know the local dangers than be kept in the dark.”  

Jordan chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not supposed to be handing out tourist brochures. Not at this stage. It still astounds me that new people would be moving here, but I’m sure the real estate looks very tempting.” Jordan himself thought about moving into a larger home but a large home meant more to maintain and he found he was fine with his half of a duplex. “France is a long way to travel.” He instantly thought of Isaac but reminded himself that France was a large country and he doubted she would be in those kinds of circles. And yet... the more she sat in the car with him, the more he felt the hound uncurling from within him, poking his nose in the her direction. There was a pull. A familiar pull--but he pushed it aside for now. He needed to get her home and it was too intrusive to immediately start asking questions about the supernatural. “Here’s Lake Street. Let me know if things start to get familiar.”