Wolf Soul

Part 4

Brier could only lightly knock her forehead to her desk in looking at the pay cost the plumber had given her. After a week of not only buying the bar but also the pack house. Her dreams had become a nightmare in epic ways only her dad could tell her in what is a Luna meant: responsibility!

Mostly, what would become the Moon Rose Bar, was now being the Weed of Suckage in her book. Having come to find out, the last super cold winter had made a few pipes burst in the bar and man, it had done some damage. Also, could we talk about sewage or more so the smell of it to a werewolf with a sense of smell five times great than humans in their two-legged form?

Blair had thrown up on the first whiff alone. Rachal had become a shade of green no one thought flesh could turn in running, a full on run outside to the car in trying to keep down her lunch only an hour ago eaten at the local deli down the lane. Both women had slammed the door and looked at the other in horror of what they had brought. Meaning a day later, a few bucks lighter, the Luna of the Evergreen pack had called in a cleanup team her father used to clean up the place.

So now things had been cleaned up a bit, patched up when it came to the plumbing. Still the bar to be had a lot of work to do to make it stand out. Most her packmates were helping to fix up the "Den" as dubbed now in wolfish terms of things. On the also of finding jobs and settling down. Now they only needed Judy Linna to show up and the full seven would be whole.

Looking at her cell, she slumped in the chair with her head back on the top edge. Being a Luna was hard, harder than she had thought in the last week. Like any young person, she missed her home and things that make a home. Her father cooking pancakes in the morning, his off-kilter laugh filled the rooms and smokey scent. Every creak and groan of their old cabin home when the winds would hit, the scents of the lake carried in the woods that she had chased as a pup.

"I want to call dad or my brother, ask them if I'm handling this stuff right..." Brier sucked on her lower lip, feeling that longing of her families' voices. "But it would look weak and its only been a week..."

Looking at her cell, Rachal had scent a text on the things having been fixed. A few photo's from other members of the work going and Abel just putting up his middle finger in a playboy smile on his kissable lips. Hammer in the other hand and in the text the underline "Hammering only for you baby".

Rolling her eyes, Abel was the oldest member out of the blue to join the Evergreen Pack. Being at the tender age of 55 and only looking in his mid-30 to normal eyes. Werewolves did age a bit slower than the mortal being in living to ages of 150 to 200.

"Least some of the pack is having fun without me," she grumbled, putting the cell down and looking for the quotes she had gotten.

Brier had a few contractors and handy people out her way to look at the bar, getting the grasp of what to be done to fix it and get it running again. Just the prices they seemed to give her only built on the other in higher numbers! Which was why she had been knocking her head on her desk in the last one to see her this morning from the town over.

Laying her upper body on the cool desk, the Luna only felt the defeat now claiming her normal positive thoughts. "So this is how Rachal feels most of the time...." she muttered, her purple-hued hair trailing over her shoulders to glow in the low lights of the office.

Hearing heeled shoes on the wooden floor, she lifted her body up to see Heather walk in. A graceful woman with a motherly figured who owned a local laundry mat in Bicker. Entering her mid-50's with a streak of gray in her brown hair that was in a simple braid down her back. She had on dark jeans with a blue summer blouse and a bright smile.

"Suger, why the long face?" Her slight southern accent spiced her voice.

Smiling, Brier only felt better just seeing her care for the newcomer of the small town. "Bills and more bills. I need to find some help to get the bar fixed up. Just every person I get a quote on just seems to up the price."

Winking, "Well good for you, I know a handyman who is a bit cheap!"

Eyes widening as once more hope seemed to come her way, "Who?"

"Conner MckCreed!"