One evening at the call centre, El asks to see Romaine’s Wolf form and reciprocates by shifting into her Cat form. All about WiP WRE
Romaine hit the AWAY FROM DESK button and went off to the changing room – the double entendre was not lost on him.
He stripped off his clothes and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, held it for a count of three, let it out slowly, allowing the Wolf to take over.
The change was smooth enough, one knee creaking a bit, and he was sure his shoulders would benefit from this shift after he’d been sat at the desk so much this week. The twinge from the shrapnel was unmistakable but he didn’t grit his teeth. That only ever caused blood. He didn’t want to show El his wolf-form with blood dripping from his teeth like some fairytale predator.
He padded out into the hall and into the office. El had fetched the drinks and was sipping coffee. Her eyes widened and she put the mug down.
“Oh, Rommie. You’re gorgeous.” She moved to crouch down and stare into his eyes. “May I?” She gestured with one hand.
A snippet from my supernatural drama WiP featuring
shapeshifters and set in modern day UK, on the England-Wales border.
Romaine (Wolf) and El (Cat) are currently working at a
supernatural helpline but Romaine was a field agent until taking leave after an
incident, and El is biding time until her chance to make field agent.
El glowered as she typed. “My family is having a party,” she said. “Anniversary party for my great-aunt Madelana and her husband Grant. They’ve hired a room at a social club, a DJ, catering, full bar.”
Romaine ventured uncertainly, twisting on his swivel chair to look at her. El
was upset about some aspect of this party.
“It might have been,
except my cousin Laura will be there,” El fumed. “Laura whom I hate,
not Laura I like. Nor Lana from Texas. Laura the smug asshole.”
Romaine typed a few
things into the database, updating some records. El’s extended family seemed
impossible to keep track of but he was fairly certain he’d not heard of
hated!Laura before. “Right.”
“If I show up alone
she’ll make a snide comment. She’s engaged to some dumbass but he’s always too
busy to come anywhere with her. He’s supposedly jetsetting around the world,
saving illiterate llamas or building toys for endangered children or something.”
El shook her head. “Flashes her engagement ring, talks about her So
Important work in finances in fucking London, and how Findus is combating
climate change by travelling the world in aeroplanes and helicopters.”
Despite the obvious hyperbole
and sarcasm, Romaine had to ask. “Findus?”