Hare Moon

Don't Poke the Rabbit

Previously in [insert witty title here]...

...[cue vague and unnecessary recap]

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Erin's initial fury disappeared quickly to be replaced by a simmering promise of future retribution. Or at least that's how I interpret that smirk she's been giving me. I get the feeling she's challenging me, waiting for me to make a move.

Does she think I'm going to battle it out with her to be Luna? Because I don't want to be and I don't particularly care who is Alpha. I tried defending Milton and he got annoyed, refused to acknowledge me for a week, while being best buds with his scheming, rivalrous brother. He's on his own with this one.

The girls in the changing room are clearly talking about me. They can't even be bothered to hide it. Right in the middle where everyone can hear them. Erin chats along with them. They send me accusing glances and harsh glares, but Erin doesn't acknowledge me.

"She thinks she's all that cause some naïve teens look up to her," Sally Snooze says. She's very insecure, you see. 

She is also incorrect. I thought I was hot shit long before Arbi and her friends. I think my superiority complex comes from being deferred a year and always being older, more mature and more advanced than my peers. That, coupled with social anxiety, made for a very lonely childhood. I'll always remember that moment in primary when I realised nobody wanted to play with me because I never smiled back or returned their conversation. It was a revelation that came far too late.

"Aye, she's just hanging around with pups because the actual women all want her gone," Donna Dreary says, her voice as dreary as her attitude and her perfectly blended smoky eyes, "Even the Luna doesn't want her. Me mam says, that Luna said, that she would rather you take her place, Erin."

One of them, who shall henceforth be Kalisha Kiss-ass, scoffs. "Oh my goodness, of course! Everyone knows you'd make the best Luna, Erin."

"Don't let that human get you down. She'll be gone soon."

Instead of going through with the plan of eating a cigarette I settle for sniffing at Milton's coat like the pervert I am. It's calming.

"Especially after the way she's acted. There's no way Heir Alpha will accept her."

Seriously, could they sound any more like a poorly written stage show? If you want me to hear your pointless bitching so bad just post me the script and maybe I'll read it on the loo.

Stupid bloody werewolf chicks, thinking they're better than me with their four toes and anal glands. Best to just ignore them. They've already formed their opinions. If I somehow got the courage to stand up for myself they'd just gang up on me anyway. I pull my gym clothes from my bag and tug off the coat.

"Ebony? Don't you think?" Sally asks.

"I think that they are both childish and either way the pack is screwed." Ebony responds, disinterested. 

This strikes me as funny and I snort out a laugh before I can stop. I hear Erin do the same and turn to look. Our eyes meet and for a moment we're sharing our amusement. Then I remember we hate each other now and she turns away with a smirk before making her opinion known in loud, clear voice. "She's weak and she'll only make the pack weaker."

"If I'm so weak why don't you come over here and say that to my face." I mutter, louder than I intended. Instantly all eyes turn to me. Not just the girls having the conversation, but half the changing room.