Audrey loved her job, but not so much that she wasn’t rushing to hang up her apron after her shift was done. She was polite about it, though, making sure her last tasks were done, and she’d greeted the next shift. She got along well with most of the other women and had no desire to create rifts between them. Nonetheless, Audrey was on the opposite side of the counter ordering her favourite iced mocha treat before leaving with her handbag on one shoulder and her phone in her right hand.
The message she kept staring at made her both nervous and excited. She hadn’t psent much time around Asher since he’d, well, mauled her that fateful day she’d bene trying to catch up with Cassidy about…. Audrey couldn’t really remember, but it was something work related. Next thing she knew she was literally in the wolves den and things had gone south. A whole new world had been poured out before her, if she survived long enough to see it. Which she had, though Audrey had no idea how she’d managed it. The mauling bite on her left thigh was easily concealed but also reminded her daily of what she’d been through.
That had been in February; somehow Audrey had made it through each of the full moon’s since then, not drawing any unwanted attention upon herself – or so she had thought; maybe she hadn’t been doing as well as she thought, if Asher wanted to see her that day. Audrey chewed on the end of her straw for a few moments, because she realised what she was doing and stopped – she didn’t want to split the straw before she’d finished her drink. She climbed on the bus without thought, swiping her card, and found herself a seat to contemplate her thoughts.
A few stops and then a short walk later had Audrey on the edge of the property owned by Asher, where she’d been mauled and where she had come to think of as a second home. She still lived at home with her parents, but was saving up so she could move out with some friends – or had been, before February. Now she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She still wanted to move out, and so far had managed to artange ‘sleep overs’ during the full moon. Thankfully her parents were oblivious to the supernatural aspects of Greenbrooke. Sometimes Audrey wished she was still ignorant. But she did love what she had learned so far. That werewolves and vampires and magic wielding men and women were real. It was mind boggling!
As she made her way towards the main building, Audrey happened to glance to the side, and spotted Asher. She swallowed her nervousness and changed her angle slightly so she was walking towards him. They had interacted so little since she’d been Turned (and almost certainly she couldn’t recall meeting him prior to then) that Audrey had very little idea of how she was supposed to address him, or act around him – mostly because all her lessons in pack etiquette fled her mind as she came to a stop beside his tree stump, not wanting to interrupt whatever he was doing on his phone, but also not wanting to be a bumbling fool.
“You wanted to see me?” She asked, her voice quiet but not really timid, just not quite sure what would be the correct way to greet him. She didn’t think sniffing his butt would quite cover it, but the thought made her lips twitch in amusement so she bit her bottom lip to try and squish the expression.
The message she kept staring at made her both nervous and excited. She hadn’t psent much time around Asher since he’d, well, mauled her that fateful day she’d bene trying to catch up with Cassidy about…. Audrey couldn’t really remember, but it was something work related. Next thing she knew she was literally in the wolves den and things had gone south. A whole new world had been poured out before her, if she survived long enough to see it. Which she had, though Audrey had no idea how she’d managed it. The mauling bite on her left thigh was easily concealed but also reminded her daily of what she’d been through.
That had been in February; somehow Audrey had made it through each of the full moon’s since then, not drawing any unwanted attention upon herself – or so she had thought; maybe she hadn’t been doing as well as she thought, if Asher wanted to see her that day. Audrey chewed on the end of her straw for a few moments, because she realised what she was doing and stopped – she didn’t want to split the straw before she’d finished her drink. She climbed on the bus without thought, swiping her card, and found herself a seat to contemplate her thoughts.
A few stops and then a short walk later had Audrey on the edge of the property owned by Asher, where she’d been mauled and where she had come to think of as a second home. She still lived at home with her parents, but was saving up so she could move out with some friends – or had been, before February. Now she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She still wanted to move out, and so far had managed to artange ‘sleep overs’ during the full moon. Thankfully her parents were oblivious to the supernatural aspects of Greenbrooke. Sometimes Audrey wished she was still ignorant. But she did love what she had learned so far. That werewolves and vampires and magic wielding men and women were real. It was mind boggling!
As she made her way towards the main building, Audrey happened to glance to the side, and spotted Asher. She swallowed her nervousness and changed her angle slightly so she was walking towards him. They had interacted so little since she’d been Turned (and almost certainly she couldn’t recall meeting him prior to then) that Audrey had very little idea of how she was supposed to address him, or act around him – mostly because all her lessons in pack etiquette fled her mind as she came to a stop beside his tree stump, not wanting to interrupt whatever he was doing on his phone, but also not wanting to be a bumbling fool.
“You wanted to see me?” She asked, her voice quiet but not really timid, just not quite sure what would be the correct way to greet him. She didn’t think sniffing his butt would quite cover it, but the thought made her lips twitch in amusement so she bit her bottom lip to try and squish the expression.
