Forbidden Encounters

Jessica swallowed again, but she kept moving forward toward them. As she stopped in front of them, all was silent as she took her pen and pad out from her apron, trying to avoid shaking or dropping anything. She forced herself to speak out without showing any signs of fear, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

Without meaning to, her last words started to dip of into silence. She fought furiously against the desire to just turn and run as the silence progressed. Still struggling to not show panic and tremble she spoke again, this time watching her words carefully, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

Another bout of silence broke out.

The mere presence of these wolves alone drove her wolf crazy with whines, her ears down and her tail between her legs, and Jessica was combating against a losing battle with her quivering legs. "Please.....just order something," Jessica thought, mentally shutting her eyes and tears rolled down her face, something she was holding back on the outside, "Please....just do that..."

"....We'll have four beers. Coors Light," The dirty blonde closest told her finally, sending a chill down her spine, but she forced herself not to flinch, jump, yelp, or any action of that type.

"Coming right up," She told them with a small nod before turning to go around the counter and into the walk-in freezer, taking out four Coors Light and going back to their table, doing all this without trying to run.

"Here you are," She tried placing the beers down steadily, but the vibrations that came from the bottles making contact with the table was proof that she wasn't just nervous around them, she was blatantly terrified. They're eyes stared at her intently as she sat up, the shivers starting to break through. She swallowed slightly before backing up a bit.

"Excuse me," She spoke, once again her voice was dipping off.

She then turned to go the back room and grabbed her coat, beanie, and scarf. Sadly, there was no backdoor for the employees to use. She'd have to go through the front.

Right past them.

She bumped into Kathy on her way toward the door. "S-sorry, Kathy. I'll see you tomorrow." She told her.

"Y-yeah. Are you alright, hon?" Kathy asked, now seeing her anxiety.

"I'm fine," Jessica said a little too quickly again, "I'll...I'll see you later, Kathy."

Before Kathy could say good-bye, she turned and walked out the door and into the winter night air as calmly as she could. But she wasn't—in fact—she nowhere near out of harm's way yet.

She walked just as evenly as she rounded the corner, still easily seen through the glass window of the café. The moment she passed it, and was out of sight, she booked it.

The cold air didn't faze her; she just knew need to run as fast as she could away from them. She was thankful for her werewolf speed and the fact that it was dark out.

However, the lack of human bodies was something she wasn't grateful for. As she turned another corner, she heard the sound of footsteps, the sound of running footsteps behind her. She whimpered in fear, tears starting to come pouring down her face, and heart beating in her head.

"I don't want to die..!" She thought to herself as she ran. She regretted not buying and bringing any vinegar with her. Wolf noses were so sensitive and that scent was so strong, it could have easily knocked them off her path for awhile. She also mentally kicked herself for deciding to stop in such a rural place. If only she was smarter.

The sound of the foot steps closing in snapped her from her mental count of regrets, reminding she had to focus now. Don't stop. Don't stop running. She ran across the street into Jackson Town Square through the archway. She nearly tripped over something in the snow but caught herself as she continued to run.

That near trip was her downfall.

Her heart stopped beating and her thoughts went blank when she felt arms grab her and trip her down onto the snow.

"Non! Non, s'il vous plaît!" Jessica screamed, pleading in French as she struggled against the one that had her in vain. All too quickly, she felt herself get grabbed by a different one and swung into a tree, making her let out a sharp yelp in pain as she came face to face with the blonde, his large hand tightening around her throat, threatening to cut off her air supply completely.

He growled angrily at her, "Who are you, wolf?! Why are you here?!"

Sobbing, Jessica tried desperately to remember her English, "I...I-I'll be leaving soon! I promise! Just please let me go!"

"Answer the questions!" The blonde barked at her.

"Jessica!" She called out, tears flowing thickly down her eyes, "My name is Jessica... I...I didn't know any wolves were here...! I'll be leaving soon...!"

"You trespass on our pack's territory, stay here for a length of time without permission, and expect to just leave?" The brunette asked, a growl of anger in his voice with each word.

Jessica whimpered in response.

She was trapped, boxed in by three of them, and one standing behind. What could she do? They were stronger and they were right. She was going to die, and it was all perfectly fine; it was the werewolf law. She closed her eyes as the blonde tightened his hold on her throat.

"Wait," The sound of the voice of the one who she knew had to have led spoke up. They looked at him, moving out the way as he approached her, though the blonde still had a hold on her throat to keep her in place. His eyes bore into her eyes in silence. She quickly averted them and he tilted his head, "...You're lone, aren't you young one?"

Jessica swallowed again, but nodded, keeping her eyes down. She had no choice but to answer him.

"For how long?" He asked her.

"Four....fourteen years..." She squeaked out.

The other light brown haired one snorted, making the one talking to her growl at him. He quickly looked down as the one talking to her resumed, "You're rank?"

Renewed tears fell from her eyes. This would set everything in stone now.

"O...Omega."

The brunette couldn't help but laugh out now, "An omega? A lone wolf for fourteen years? What a crock of shit—"

"Emanuel!" The one talking to her barked at him and growled, shutting up the brunette, Emanuel, and he lowered his head in submission.

The leader looked back at her, and Jessica could feel his eyes studying her, but she dare not look up.

"...Let go of her neck, Conroy," He spoke to the blonde. Conroy growled in his throat and let her go, allowing her to breath properly again as she fell to the floor. She grabbed at her neck and flinched at the contact.

It was going to bruise in a few minutes, along with the one on her back. Though she would heal faster than humans, bruises like this would take a few days to do so.

She felt the other dirty blonde grabbed her arm roughly as the leader turned and headed out of the park, them all following him and dragging her along to stay near their sides without seeming to suspicious in the night.

She held back a stifled whimper as they forced her into a black 2007 F150 Harley Davidson SuperCrew pickup truck with tinted windows. As they got in the car the one holding her pushed her in the center while the leader got in on the other side of the car next to her, locking her between them as Emanuel slid into the passenger seat and Conroy slid into the driver's seat, started the car.

Jessica said nothing in the silence of the driving, but as she was trembling, she knew she needed to ask. "....What...what pack are you from?" She almost whispered. Wouldn't stop them from hearing her anyway, as the leader looked down at her in the silence.