Post by Billy on Aug 20, 2012 16:14:04 GMT -5
The school day ends at three. The kids are on the bus within thirty minutes and home in fourty five. So it isnt until it's six oclock that Billy takes notice Caden is yet to come home. It isnt until she calls the driver and he's oblivious. Saying he hadnt seen the little werewolf today, that she begins to panic.
Sabra works today, a small extra shift down at the shop and Alpha initiative runs through her veins. A few years as a alpha does that, and a steady year now as Sabra's beta reinforces a stony will. She calls up a few faces of the pack, has them change and follow the scent while she sits at home fingers tapping by the phone.
She'd rather wait for a response, then wait for Sabra to call on her break and check up. But one comes before the other and unfortunately it's not the word she wants to hear. "Sabra," she says, interrupting the woman mid sentence and clearing her throat. Wishing Beau was there to curb some strength out of her voice as she says weakly. "Caden.. He didnt show up afterschool. The bus driver said he aint seen em. I sent out Jacob and Johnny, said that his scent stopped at some tire tracks down by the schoolyard.."
The next half a hour is a tizzy. Sabra is over Billy's farmhouse in less then fifteen minutes, and most of the pack is there within thirty after that. Whatever manic calmness the blonde had was fleeting and shaky at best. Watching her best friend and alpha desperately trying to grasp the situation, weak at the knee's, strikes fear into her heart. Even agaisnt her better judgement she says one time, just for the brindle, "Maybe we should call y' cousin..." Anything and everything to get the woman to stop posturing, to stop snarling and snapping. But where Sabra skips part of a speech, pauses too long, or fist the edge of the table she jumps in to intercede the best she can.
Both of them are on edge, beta and alpha, and the rest of the pack feels angsty and alarmed because of it. Feeding on their matriarchs uncertainty.
"We'll find em." Billy says reassuringly to everyone. This is their role now, different from the glassy eggshell of before. Sabra is the strong one, she is the one who bears her teeth, who throws her weight. And Billy is the beta, the one who hoses down the alpha's temper. Who offers alternatives, who smiles bright and comes up with compromise. It's a reverse of previous roles, not very different, but it's a lot more effective. "Caden aint exactly a box of rocks, and ere' werewolf under the Tennessee sun'll be lookin' for em. And then some."
But the little impromptu speech is more for a worried mother's ears then everyone else's. A offering to Sabra; brushing shoulders with the woman comfortingly. Giving strength the best way she can, a werewolves loyalty and a human's love.
Sabra works today, a small extra shift down at the shop and Alpha initiative runs through her veins. A few years as a alpha does that, and a steady year now as Sabra's beta reinforces a stony will. She calls up a few faces of the pack, has them change and follow the scent while she sits at home fingers tapping by the phone.
She'd rather wait for a response, then wait for Sabra to call on her break and check up. But one comes before the other and unfortunately it's not the word she wants to hear. "Sabra," she says, interrupting the woman mid sentence and clearing her throat. Wishing Beau was there to curb some strength out of her voice as she says weakly. "Caden.. He didnt show up afterschool. The bus driver said he aint seen em. I sent out Jacob and Johnny, said that his scent stopped at some tire tracks down by the schoolyard.."
The next half a hour is a tizzy. Sabra is over Billy's farmhouse in less then fifteen minutes, and most of the pack is there within thirty after that. Whatever manic calmness the blonde had was fleeting and shaky at best. Watching her best friend and alpha desperately trying to grasp the situation, weak at the knee's, strikes fear into her heart. Even agaisnt her better judgement she says one time, just for the brindle, "Maybe we should call y' cousin..." Anything and everything to get the woman to stop posturing, to stop snarling and snapping. But where Sabra skips part of a speech, pauses too long, or fist the edge of the table she jumps in to intercede the best she can.
Both of them are on edge, beta and alpha, and the rest of the pack feels angsty and alarmed because of it. Feeding on their matriarchs uncertainty.
"We'll find em." Billy says reassuringly to everyone. This is their role now, different from the glassy eggshell of before. Sabra is the strong one, she is the one who bears her teeth, who throws her weight. And Billy is the beta, the one who hoses down the alpha's temper. Who offers alternatives, who smiles bright and comes up with compromise. It's a reverse of previous roles, not very different, but it's a lot more effective. "Caden aint exactly a box of rocks, and ere' werewolf under the Tennessee sun'll be lookin' for em. And then some."
But the little impromptu speech is more for a worried mother's ears then everyone else's. A offering to Sabra; brushing shoulders with the woman comfortingly. Giving strength the best way she can, a werewolves loyalty and a human's love.
