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{ joseph-loupe }

Cont’d from Neatchat: “Oh, wah.” He found her hand and pulled it around his back. “You wanna get some food and watch the security try to catch them all?”

Zoey thought about it, watching the animals minding their own business around them as they found their way towards the greenest patch of grass. They had liberty and here they were only a couple of feet away from their pen. The darn things should have been lucky that it wasn’t near full moon yet or they’d have had quite a surprise on their hands. Feet? Hooves? Contemplating the correct word in her mind, she rubbed his back gently. “Sure. We’re playing innocent, right?”

Screw everything. 

“What are you, blind as well as stupid?” Zoey growled at the body of people that stood between her and the exit. They stared back at her like a ghost was addressing her. It had to be the eyes, they always glinted yellow when she was angry. That was the wolf coming out of her. “Move.” 

It took a moment, but eventually they did, most of them jumping out of the way as they scattered. Almost as if they were worried that she would run them over if they lingered any longer. And maybe she would have. It was too late to tell as she stormed back them and tore the door open. Her heels — god damn things — clicked against the concrete steps as she made her way downstairs and back onto the fourth floor where the classmates of Dumort were staying. On one side of the corridor, there was her hotel room, full of her things and everything that smelled like her.

But down the other end was where she wanted to be. She’d always been at home with the boys. 

Straightening up, Zoey made her way down the hallway and stopped outside Room 419. Her heart beat in her chest, full of wrath and wolfish pride. If she wasn’t stubborn, she’d have turned around right there on the spot, but there wasn’t room for ifs. Not when she brought her hand up to the door and let it knock against the wood. 

Please, let him be inside.

There were thirteen days until the next full moon, and here she was in the middle of Nashville on a road trip that was going to last for the next week. A part of her was happy to be free. Another part of her felt more isolated than ever.

Zoey had left the party early the previous night. Too much kissing. Too much craziness. Too much of Joseph to go around. Not to mention that she had lost Genevieve sometime after the game of spin the bottle and hadn’t been able to find her since. She felt bad — guilty — for ignoring her best friend for most of the night, especially when she’d said she would be her moral support and shit. She was a bad friend, but where was the surprise there? Relationships of any kind, romantic, platonic, familial, she fucked up, and if her relationship with Genevieve turned out the same way, she wouldn’t blame her.

“Gen?” The werewolf called out, tapping her knuckles against the door of her hotel room cautiously. In the other, she was grasping a bottle of whisky. “Gen, are you asleep?”