Who: Jack and open What: Digesting information When: Monday evening Where: On the way to Texas house Status: In progress
Art to Art was closing up early for the day. The full moon was about a week away and it had him on edge. Having to live a double life was one thing, but dealing with a hunter was completely different. Jack had never had to deal with the concept that someone wanted to kill him for something beyond his control. He liked to think he was a decent werewolf, couldn't remember the last time he'd hurt a person. This guy, though, this Beauregard, apparently didn't give a shit. Because he was different, Jack was as much in the crosshairs as his adopted kin, a feeling that didn't sit well at all.
Worse was feeling like he couldn't do much about it. The pack wars had been bad enough, but this was more akin to guerrilla warfare in his mind. At least when it was a werewolf versus werewolf situation, the lines were clearly drawn and he could be open with his double nature, even though he was still young and somewhat inexperienced. With this hunter, though, the lines were blurred, because he was only human. And besides, they didn't know how many allies there were, so if they made the first move, they'd be trapped. But with one week to spare, they couldn't hide forever. Hadn't their pack been through enough?
Jack knew there was a buddy system in effect, but doubted any outsiders had an idea of what he was. For all they knew he was just a businessman walking home after hours. Still, he kept his eyes on his back and did his best to keep a lookout on any shadows he might have on his way back to the HoJo. At length he did notice someone, but if they were following him, they were doing a poor job of it.