It was already 8 and Tane looked around to try finding Samathan, but she was nowhere to be found, making him extremely anxious into the point of his breathing starting to speed up uncontrolled, he was already feeling the panic he was not supposed to feel, but before he could cause a scene a smaller man came to him introducing himself as Bruce, Tane was supposed to feel better but he was already too agitated to calm down all at once, and it was because of that and his size that Bruce took the choice of moving him downstairs to the locker rooms.
As Tane followed Bruce in silence, trying to calm down, counting his breathing, but things started to get worst, he always already feeling dizzy and confused, hearing a familiar voice calling him. “Did you hear ?” Bruce looked at the man confused, knowing that it was just him and Tane down there, and more important no hearing what Tane was asking. The larger man nodded and trusted the most experienced wolf, he wouldn’t trick him, why would him.
By the time they finally got to the locker room, Bruce asked Tane to take off his clothes, he was still feeling dizzy and his breathing wasn’t better, but he was trying cool off to focus on what Bruce was telling, but right after Tane took off his shirt, he felt a strong pain in his side, it was like he was been bitten all over again. And before Bruce spoke again all the memories from the night he was turned into a wolf came back, he was trembling, he couldn’t hear Bruce anymore, only screams and other wolf growls like they were coming for him. But he couldn’t move every time he tried it felt like all his bones were slowly breaking and his skin burned, only making the scream of little children louder begging for Tane to help them, to save them as they were eaten alive, the smell of blood was making him, even dizzier than he already was.
Tane made one last painful and horrible scream before the only thing left of him was a large black wolf, still scared, still with a pounding heartbeat, for feeling that he was being under attack. Before they both finally turned completely Bruce made his way out, knowing how dangerous Tane was at the moment, for both of them and everyone upstairs. He finally turned into a wolf and began his patrolling night to kept him there.
Everytime Tane saw the other wolf looked over the window or sniff under the door, Tane snapped and ran to crash into it, harder and harder everytime, as the night passed and Tane’s wolf form, kept making noise between a scared and hurt wolf, and a rabid, hungry animal, destroying everything that was on his path, trying to find a way out, of his tramp.
As the first rays of light came over the window, Bruce already human again, check the window to find Tane, but all he could see was lockers on the floor dented and bitten, with a few broken sinks at the end. Bruce took a deep breath and opened the door to look for Tane. Finally finding him sitting against one of the showers with his legs held on his chest by his arms and his head down. Tane looked up at the man and with a rough voice “I-I have blood in my mouth, is it mine?” Bruce smiled and nodded “Yes, I think you did that with the lockers” Tane slowly nodded. It was hard not to feel bad for the man, he looked like a lost man, “Come on, let’s try to find your clothes or something you can were” Tane looked up at the man, sighed and slowly stood up, not truly wanting to see all the mess he had cost over the night.
While through the way until the festival Sawyer was still wondering if going was the best option, once she was finally inside of the center, listening to the music coming from the stage and people talking and having fun, she was instantly filled with joy, it was as if everyone’s energy was emanating to her body and for one moment everything was okay.
Looking at Jon, she widened her smile, grabbing his hand as she walked through the crowd. Even if at some point she would look for her siblings and friends, the only reason why she was there was Jon, so she would spend some quality time with him. “Okay, we have bad music playing right now because I dislike this band, but food and drink. So, I can only say we could start there,” she looked back as she shared her words with the tall man behind her before she pointed at the booth that was seeling alcohol right ahead of them. Anyone who’d see her by now could never figure that this wasn’t anything like the previous Sawyer, the one who was suffering from what had happened in the hospital. It seemed as if by the time she walked inside the center, all the bad things had been left behind.
Finally stoping, her eyes moved at him, still with a smile resting on her lips. “You said you were buying and we want to see if we are indeed in this together, so I’m allowing.” She didn’t mind buying anything for anyone, though the money was short and there was still a teenager inside of the Rathbone’s house, she knew she could have her fun once in awhile. “I hope your image of me won’t change as I start drinking, because that wouldn’t be nice,” she laughed, sharing her attention between Jon and what was happening around them. “I can only say I’m not as bad as I used to be as a teenager,” or after the break up. But that was something she kept for herself.
Bree didn’t often take advice from other people, but she had decided to listen to her future alpha’s wishes and get out for once. She strolled through the groups of people, listening to the multitude of voices overlaying the sweet notes of the bands nearby. Perhaps because of the warm pretzel in her hand, the beer that already thrummed through her veins, and the promise of a full moon later in the evening, Bree was in an exceptionally good mood.
Turning, her shoulder brushed someone’s, and instead of the normal snarl that would’ve twisted her features, Bree grinned. “Having a good time?”
“Yeah, if you could just go stay with him until they can figure out what’s going on here, it would be a lifesaver. And if you need to crash at my place, that’s fine. I’ll keep you updated? Kay,” she finished up her phone call, tapping the screen to end the call before she went back to the bar and back to her spot at the bar, still disgruntled but at least she knew Clifford would be taken care of. “May I get a coffee with a shot of Kahlua ?” she asked the bartender, before giving a sigh. “Getting snowed in was definitely not on the agenda.”
The bar wasn’t so difficult to locate. After all, all alcoholic beverage booths and kiosks were lined side by side. Ryder was just lucky enough he had found a free spot on the bar, though the fact that he knew the bartender behind it from Blackout had a lot of say in it. It was cold, yes, and with the mess of a weather outside the dome, well, people weren’t exactly eager to leave the event early and neither was he. The music was alright, the closest stage playing too much new wave electronic music to his taste, but he’d made a mental note to get to the furthermost stage later that evening for the closing band. The whiskey was keeping him there for now, warm and smooth down his throat, discussing some american football with the man behind the bar. With his home team out of the conference championships, he wasn’t going to be able to wear his colors but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just about to drop watching the most important games of the season and, even with the Founders’ Day weekend festivities, he was intent on keeping track of those.
Ryder was taking a drink when he sensed it, her scent. Her presence. It was still fresh in his memory, he thought, and decided to go with that as a fair explanation. Even without looking behind him, he could tell her direction and once she took the recently opened spot beside him, he turned his head unsurprised, as though he had been waiting for her all along. “Let me buy you a drink.” The line echoing back to the first time they met, at a bar, not so long ago.
Jeremiah weaved himself through the crowd, Hanna a few feet in front of him looking like a fish swimming through seaweed. “Hanna, be careful where you’re going,” he called out, shaking his head at her walking through peoples legs. It didn’t take long for her to look back at him with wide eyes, pointing at the person she had tripped, causing Jeremiah to rush towards them. “Are you okay?”
