Pack || Tempy & Rebecca
Declan had come to her a few weeks ago with a request. It was not an unusual one for Tempy to get, but from Declan it was rare. He wasn’t the sort that picked up strays or asked for help in taming them. But this particular stray was a bit different from what she gathered. There had been an unreadable emotion in the young wolf’s eyes as he begged Temperance to speak to her. She hadn’t needed the begging, though she didn’t particularly mind it. What she did mind was the location of the intended target. Declan’s information had not told her that she was working and living at the Boathouse, but that had been easy enough to find out.
Walking into the bar was a strange feeling. Breath caught in her throat and she paused at the edge. The desire turn around and walk out was strong, nearly as strong as her sense of duty, but in the end it was what pushed her to take the step away from the door. How long had it been since she’d set foot in this bar? Six-seven years? The last time she’s been here she’d sought Xander, wondering where Asher was. That was the day she and the rest of their friends had found out that he was gone. Temperance swallowed down the emotions that spun around in her head and made her dizzy, forcing herself to focus on the task she had and not pain that sliced through her like a white hot poker.
Was it her imagination or had the bar gone quiet in the moment it took her to compose herself? Her eyes scanned the room, meeting the eyes of patrons she knew and ones she didn’t before she spotted Xander, who had gone still in what he was doing. A wary expression on his scruffy face. She understood that look. His look matched how she was feeling. At least she wasn’t the only one.
She stepped deeper into the room, heels hitting the hard floor as she went. The sound was drowned out by the noise resuming in the place and she stopped at the bar in front of Xander. “Hey Xander,” she said softly. It had been a long time since they last spoke, but pleasantries seemed trivial. “I’m looking for Rebecca, is she here?” she asked.
An eyebrow cocked up at the request and he nodded. “She’s in the back, tell her I said she’s off for the rest of the night.”
Temperance nodded, her fingers tapping the top of the bar as she stepped away. “Thanks, Xander.”
“Sure thing, it was good seeing you, Temp.”
She disappeared into the kitchens and kept going. Past the cook and a few others she knew, before she found a dark haired woman leaning against a counter and reading a magazine. “Rebecca?” Temperance asked, a gentle tone accompanying the spoken question. “Can I borrow a bit of your time?”
@rebecca--chambers