"Bonus: I can shift and sober up real quick to cover our tracks so that we don't get caught," Stacia says, sitting down again since no one seems to be moving yet.
"Okay, I'm going to give you the quick and dirty version because getting into all the details would be complicated and boring," she says. Also because she doesn't want to get too deep into Secret Garou Politics, even if Saturday is from another reality and they're in a third reality entirely.
"The set-up is that werewolves, like any other people, divide themselves into groups based on various criteria. There's one particular group that's considered the 'nobility' and everyone agrees that they are to one reason or another. Some of them are okay people, some of them are elitist douchebags, and most of them are somewhere in between.
"My buddy, Ace, is pretty decent as those guys go. He was one of the people who found me after I shifted for the first time, and he decided right then and there that I was his favorite baby cousin. That's basically how our pack started, him smiling indulgently at me while I screamed at him that everything he was saying was stupid and that werewolves didn't exist."
She'd had him in her phone for a long time as "THIS asshole".
"We pick up a few more people and none of the rest of us were 'nobility' at all, but Ace brought us along to the fancy werewolf parties anyway. Most of us were eventually looking to become leaders ourselves, and he wanted to give us the opportunity to mix and mingle with powerful people. He brought some of our other friends along, too. Unfortunately, some of the worse ones decided that we were getting ideas above our stations, and that we needed to be put back in our places."
Stacia flexes her fingers. Breathes in, holds it for a four count, and lets it out again.
"Like I said, they separated us up. Found ways to call us off in different directions at the same time, things we weren't suspicious of." Bares-His-Fangs and Bulletproof had been off with their respective Tribes, and Lilly had received an invitation likewise. They'd planted a bomb in Isaac's car. Ace got a summons to the king's court. And Stacia's mom had called and asked her to come home early so they could talk.
"They attacked me and Lilly at the same time," she says quietly. "We all felt her die. They all felt what those asshole did to me. We felt Bares die when he tried to come back for us, even though we told him to stay away; and Bulletproof did stay away, he broke ties and went into hiding. And the only reason our non-pack buddy survived was that a pregnant friend was able to warn him in time, and the only reason she didn't die for that was because he saved her back. But the baby didn't make it."
cw: murder, miscarriage
"Okay, I'm going to give you the quick and dirty version because getting into all the details would be complicated and boring," she says. Also because she doesn't want to get too deep into Secret Garou Politics, even if Saturday is from another reality and they're in a third reality entirely.
"The set-up is that werewolves, like any other people, divide themselves into groups based on various criteria. There's one particular group that's considered the 'nobility' and everyone agrees that they are to one reason or another. Some of them are okay people, some of them are elitist douchebags, and most of them are somewhere in between.
"My buddy, Ace, is pretty decent as those guys go. He was one of the people who found me after I shifted for the first time, and he decided right then and there that I was his favorite baby cousin. That's basically how our pack started, him smiling indulgently at me while I screamed at him that everything he was saying was stupid and that werewolves didn't exist."
She'd had him in her phone for a long time as "THIS asshole".
"We pick up a few more people and none of the rest of us were 'nobility' at all, but Ace brought us along to the fancy werewolf parties anyway. Most of us were eventually looking to become leaders ourselves, and he wanted to give us the opportunity to mix and mingle with powerful people. He brought some of our other friends along, too. Unfortunately, some of the worse ones decided that we were getting ideas above our stations, and that we needed to be put back in our places."
Stacia flexes her fingers. Breathes in, holds it for a four count, and lets it out again.
"Like I said, they separated us up. Found ways to call us off in different directions at the same time, things we weren't suspicious of." Bares-His-Fangs and Bulletproof had been off with their respective Tribes, and Lilly had received an invitation likewise. They'd planted a bomb in Isaac's car. Ace got a summons to the king's court. And Stacia's mom had called and asked her to come home early so they could talk.
"They attacked me and Lilly at the same time," she says quietly. "We all felt her die. They all felt what those asshole did to me. We felt Bares die when he tried to come back for us, even though we told him to stay away; and Bulletproof did stay away, he broke ties and went into hiding. And the only reason our non-pack buddy survived was that a pregnant friend was able to warn him in time, and the only reason she didn't die for that was because he saved her back. But the baby didn't make it."