Persistent Problems

As you exit the hall and attempt to retake your position as Jemima’s second shadow, you are suddenly grabbed by the back of the neck and slammed front first into a wall. The impact isn’t exactly painful, but it does elicit a sharp squeak from you.

“Listen, chew toy. I don’t much like you going around here pretending to be what you ain’t.” The voice is deep and calm. You want to look over your shoulder to see the source but that would only encourage further ****. It’s not like it matters. By the furred claw and distinct scent she’s clearly another werewolf.

“If I hear one more person call you Wolf I will rip off your mockery of our skin. Got it, mutt?” They snarl into your ear.

Your eyes are screwed shut as her mouth gets closer to your face. But before you could attempt to enthusiastically nod your acceptance you hear a snarl and the claw on your neck retracts. Slumping to the floor, your legs too shaky to support you, you **** your eyes open to see a hulking brown wolf girl clutching at her right eye.

“Grah! You cheap plastic bitch!” she growls at Jemima.

“Do not try and intimidate her like that. She could hardly be blamed for what Mistress M. called-” she steps out of the way to avoid a savage slash at her head.

“Shut it! This mongrel piece of shit is lucky she still has all her fucking limbs!” A crowd has started to gather at a small distance.

“And she will remain as such. Unless you wish to take it up with our good friend over there?” Jemima states pointing to an eager looking troll almost bouncing on the side lines.

Seeing this the werewolf turns and snarls at the troll, “Yeah?! What are you going to do about it?!”

That was all the provocation the troll needed to leap heartily at her. A sudden crunch comes from besides you as fur and flesh slam into the wall. Taking the opportunity presented you scramble away as several onlookers become combatants and enter the fray.

You don’t look back and book it to your room. You hate this. It’s always the same. You thought that after you’d turned you wouldn’t have to deal with these problems. That for once in your damned life, amongst the menagerie of monsters in hell, you’d maybe be accepted. Maybe this is just your lot in life. Tears in your eyes you slam the door behind you and curl into a ball on your bed.