as written by Tiko and Knosis
Somewhere in Lupaix...
Jacques was seething and not at all thinking rationally. His departure from the med center had been one of panic as he realized he was about find himself backed into a corner, and now his thoughts warred between distancing himself from the pack, and his outrage towards Rowan’s actions.
It was at a payphone that he finally stopped, rifling through his pocket for quarters that he quickly thumbed into the machine before rapidly punching in a number.
What he hoped to accomplish through the phone call he couldn’t even know himself as panic overrode common sense. He knew full well that the moment he had stepped out of the med center that Ragenard would be on his tail.
The phone rang once before the familiar voice answered the other end. “This is Rowan.” It was a stately, matter of fact. The number had not come up as known to the man, but usually a direct call meant business.
“What the fuck was that?” Jacques hissed into the phone. “Baron dead, and I bring the rest into line. That was the agreement. Aimee wasn’t supposed to be hurt. And Marc? Nieve? The pack will have my hide for this now. And worse, Ragenard is back.”
Rowan rolled his eyes. “Oh, it’s you.”
He paused, straightening his necktie. “What did you think was going to happen if the whole family came?” He sounded calm over the receiver. “Next time, you probably want to make sure the kids sleep over at their friend’s house. And how did I know your old uncle Joe was in town? I was told he was away on business.” The last word came as an articulate hiss
“He was, until this clusterfuck," Jacques hissed. "But blood runs thick with Guiscard's, and now he's declared himself pack leader. Haven't seen or heard hide nor hair of Baron. I don't even know if he's alive, Ragenard isn’t letting anyone in to see him. He's out for blood though, and a lot of it. He's got the whole pack in line behind him.".
Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “I see.” He stated calmly. “You might need to spend the night at my place tonight. I can have someone come pick you up. Where are you?”
Jacques hesitated, but his fear of what lay behind him overrode his caution of what lay ahead of him as he gave Rowan his location.
“Stay near where you are, just out of sight. Someone will be there soon, alright?”
With the conversation concluded, Jacques hung the phone up with a grit of his teeth.
“Fuck,” he spat.
Rowan hung up the phone and dialed Jason’s number.
Somewhere in Lupaix...
Jacques was seething and not at all thinking rationally. His departure from the med center had been one of panic as he realized he was about find himself backed into a corner, and now his thoughts warred between distancing himself from the pack, and his outrage towards Rowan’s actions.
It was at a payphone that he finally stopped, rifling through his pocket for quarters that he quickly thumbed into the machine before rapidly punching in a number.
What he hoped to accomplish through the phone call he couldn’t even know himself as panic overrode common sense. He knew full well that the moment he had stepped out of the med center that Ragenard would be on his tail.
The phone rang once before the familiar voice answered the other end. “This is Rowan.” It was a stately, matter of fact. The number had not come up as known to the man, but usually a direct call meant business.
“What the fuck was that?” Jacques hissed into the phone. “Baron dead, and I bring the rest into line. That was the agreement. Aimee wasn’t supposed to be hurt. And Marc? Nieve? The pack will have my hide for this now. And worse, Ragenard is back.”
Rowan rolled his eyes. “Oh, it’s you.”
He paused, straightening his necktie. “What did you think was going to happen if the whole family came?” He sounded calm over the receiver. “Next time, you probably want to make sure the kids sleep over at their friend’s house. And how did I know your old uncle Joe was in town? I was told he was away on business.” The last word came as an articulate hiss
“He was, until this clusterfuck," Jacques hissed. "But blood runs thick with Guiscard's, and now he's declared himself pack leader. Haven't seen or heard hide nor hair of Baron. I don't even know if he's alive, Ragenard isn’t letting anyone in to see him. He's out for blood though, and a lot of it. He's got the whole pack in line behind him.".
Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “I see.” He stated calmly. “You might need to spend the night at my place tonight. I can have someone come pick you up. Where are you?”
Jacques hesitated, but his fear of what lay behind him overrode his caution of what lay ahead of him as he gave Rowan his location.
“Stay near where you are, just out of sight. Someone will be there soon, alright?”
With the conversation concluded, Jacques hung the phone up with a grit of his teeth.
“Fuck,” he spat.
Rowan hung up the phone and dialed Jason’s number.