No Dogs Allowed

Strike the Throat to Bite Off the Tongue

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(EDITED)(Note to readers: Some chapters ahead may not be in line with the new edits.)

I suppose the saying goes: be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.

I'd long wondered just what had happened with Kane in his high school and college freshman years between him and his so-called friends that had gone so far as to elicit an intervention from both Edwards and Corvus. But if this was the universe's way of answering that question in full, well, fuck me sideways, because I would pick blissful ignorance in a blink if it meant getting rid of the Kane that stood before me now.

"No," Rosalie said immediately. She pushed past everyone to stand between the two groups. "No. We're leaving. Let's go. Let's go right now."

"Rosalie, still so fiery," Yubaek said.

"Don't talk to me," she spat.

I took the chance to slip out of Yubaek's grip. I turned to Kane. "Come on," I told him. "Kane."

Kenzo beckoned for Corvus to follow. They didn't hesitate in retreating from Fang Flower's doorways to head out, but Kane still wouldn't move. He had been nailed in place, his hands shaking at his sides. His eyes were lasers on Luan. Every step the man took towards him, Kane paled a little more.

Luan's grin cocked a gun, aimed to fire. 

"Kitae," he said. "I didn't know you still clubbed."

My head snapped back, my blood halted in its veins. All of Corvus froze in unison, as if struck by the bullet of the foreign name.

Diego spoke first, although not to Luan, but to Kane. "Who's Kitae?" he asked.

Kane's breath was shallow and his stance unsure, caught between the two groups in a painful limbo. He looked nearly blue. He spoke to Luan, not daring to look at Corvus.

"I don't," he said.

Luan raised a brow, looking delighted. "Who's Kitae," he repeated, then smiled at Kane, but for as much friendliness as was in that, there was a sick amusement, too. "That's just mean."

Zahir looked just as confused as the rest of Corvus, but he seemed to choose his hatred for Luan over answers. He took Kane's arm. "Come on, man. Let's just go."

"Why?" Luan asked. The gold necklaces on his collarbones glimmered along with the gems hanging from his ears, the fangs in his grin. "Night hasn't even started yet."

"We won't be starting it here," Rosalie snapped.

Luan slid her a cool look, brown eyes glinting. "Well," he said. "I think that's up to your captain, no?"

"Not every captain is its team's master," she snarled, and he tilted his head. 

"Don't leave yet," a young man said from behind Baluyot. "Hey, the King, where have you been? Is that seriously you, holy hell! You could take me on."

"Little Kitae," one girl said, cackling high into the air. "Best coincidence of the whole damn year."

"It's been too long since we partied," the other girl said with a nod. "What better time than now? Used to be a serious kick!"

Kane had gone from pensive to sick to angry to mortified. He pursed his lips, speechless under the onslaught of pressure. Rosalie looked about ready to pop someone's skull open, quelled only by Meredith hauling her backwards. Zahir and Diego stood in front of Kane, glowering at the group, although the lycans looked unfazed considering how they looked right through the two towards their target.