Stupid werewolves...stupid death rage...

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

From the background there was an almighty bang.

"Oh fuck."

Holly swore down the phone. "Mum, I'm going back. The Winnie just tipped fucking over."

Then there was a click and the phone hung up.

Rio felt slightly sick. She tried to put the phone back in the pocket of her jeans but her hands were shaking too much. What the hell was Lennie doing.

She swore. She walked to the door, and then stopped.

Go back? Don't go back. Damnit.

Rio pushed her hands through her hair. Good memories. Bad memories. Memories as sharp as glass of her husband the last time she had seen him, twisted and barely human. Older memories of her husband helping her bathe Holly in the sink; her husband whispering in her ear "Rio Knight...you're trouble..."; her husband staring at her in blank amazement the first time she told him "are you going to kiss me or not? Because I'm getting bored of waiting". Older memories yet, cold as corpses, of a smashing window and raised voices and then an old faced Elodoth explaining that Mummy would be coming home anymore.

She stared at her phone again. No phone call from Holly. Damnit, her teenage daughter shouldn't be having to deal with this. She should call someone. But who? Had to be Uratha. Had to be pack. Anything else felt wrong, felt intrusive. There were things you didn't let outsiders into.

She walked back to the bed. Her hands were still shaking and the sickness in her belly wasn't going away. She couldn't do this. She couldn't sit in a bedroom miles away whilst her husband tore himself apart, but every single time she stood up to go to her car, it felt like her legs were giving way again.

"Get a grip, Rio," she said, but it didn't exactly help.

In Karei's house everything was quiet. Rio sat for a while on the bed, staring at the telephone in her hand. The quiet didn't help. She could still hear the crashing sound, hear the panic in her daughter's voice.

Rio stared at the telephone and sighed.

She typed a text message to Holly.

"Where are you?"

Then she got up and headed for her car.

Comments

[suave-steve.livejournal.com]

Someone in that pack needs to get 'Leech Rage' :P That or a job lot of mercy gem fetishes.

[becky-spence.livejournal.com]

Apparently that's not the way to deal with problems.

So said Ben, anyway. Apparently multiple death rage is a fine and sensible thing to do.

[suave-steve.livejournal.com]

That may be the way he wants to do it but he's wrong :P

[becky-spence.livejournal.com]

Quite. I pointed out that death rage versus squishy wolf-blood = dead wolf blood.

[suave-steve.livejournal.com]

Not to mention death raging just makes you look uncool ;)

[riksowden.livejournal.com]

and makes the spirits like you less dislike you all the more!

[becky-spence.livejournal.com]

I wondered if she'd make it a week :)

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Two days.

That's a bit on the low side, even for her. :p

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

To be fair, he may not want her back.

[becky-spence.livejournal.com]

He better had.

Stupid wolf.

[jholloway.livejournal.com]

That would be awful.

[meltedcandle.livejournal.com]

If he doesn't there is another werewolf with another box full of rabbits waiting in the wings ;)

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

And that was the most romantic gift I've received in game. Possibly ever.

[meltedcandle.livejournal.com]

That, is possibly, one of the most frightening comments I have have read.

:D

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Damnit! I always make those mistakes!