packs aren't always of the same species (a WayHaught au)

stupid dog

You felt like you needed to yell to be heard over the whistling, but as it turned out, the others couldn't hear it. Waverly asked you to describe what you were hearing and you could only come up with ' an annoyingly loud whistling sound' , but apparently she knew exactly what you were talking about. In fact everyone seemed to realize it at the same moment. Everyone's faces pretty much had the same wide-eyed panicked look, except Wynonna, who was outright laughing, and Eliza who had the decency to try not to laugh and was at least attempting to get Wynonna to stop.

Apparently you were the only one who knew absolutely nothing when it came to Hunters. Recently, you'd been finding yourself wishing more and more that there was some sort of handbook or university course that went over all of this werewolf shit. Now that your life was on the line, it was starting to look like the whole learn-as-you-go route wasn't going to cut it much longer. Good thing you had Waverly.

"Hunters sometimes use whistles, essentially dog whistles, that emit such a high-pitched sound only werewolves can hear it. Humans, domesticated dogs, regular wolves, they can't. It's meant to lure in werewolves or cause them to turn in public and out themselves. It's kind of a lazy tactic, if you ask me, but it's effective. Can you still hear it?"

You sighed, shaking your head. At this point you were just tired of everything. You don't even know what you did to these people and they couldn't leave you alone for a full 24 hours. You scoffed. "No, it stopped, but that's so dumb . They really think they can just- I'm not going to be lured to my death by a whist - whi- w- really ? It's back." This time the whistling sounded like it was literally right next to your ear. You rubbed at your ear with a grimace, just wishing it would stop. "No one else hears that?! It's like right there ." You frustratingly gestured toward the open door to the gun vault, your line of sight shifting to the stairs as the wolf mentally mapped out the amount of time it would take you to cover the distance. You didn't even realize you were right there with her, figuring it'd take as little as three strides, if you timed it right.

The whistling was getting a lot louder, your hands subconsciously digging into where they were grasping onto the wooden seat of the chair you were sitting on, your teeth grinding together with the effort. Dolls quickly ran up the stairs, drawing his gun, but you weren't really focused on him. The wolf was rapidly losing the battle to keep you both seated. You found your breath become short, you were starting to sweat with the effort, you felt increasingly panicked, like if you didn't go find the source of the whistling right then something bad would happen.

The wolf was practically pacing holes into the fabric of your self-control. You found yourself slightly rising out of the chair, not really having a plan in mind, but Waverly immediately jumped in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders to hold you in place and began frantically looking around at everyone. She looked panicked, even more than before. You knew if you just pushed hard enough, you'd be able to get past her easily. The others too. (A small part of you protested against that, you didn't want to hurt any of these people, but the whistle was doing things to you.) The only one you'd have any trouble with would be Dolls, but he wasn't faster than you. If you just managed to get up the stairs-

"Does anyone have headphones or something?!" Waverly's voice was high-pitched and full of anxiety. You, nor the wolf, were expecting it and your eyes snapped to hers, a pang of guilt or hurt or something in your chest. The wolf whined, audible through your throat. She was torn. She didn't like seeing Waverly that upset, but that damned whistle .

Jeremy ended up having a pair of over-priced, stereo quality headphones and a pair of earplugs that he got from the plane on his trip over here earlier in the week. In an attempt to not look as desperate as you probably did, you tried to downplay what the wolf was feeling. You tried to ignore the war within yourself, just to get that look off of Waverly's face. You forced your hands to release the chair where the wood was starting to splinter, you tried to relax your shoulders and ignore the feeling in your gut.