sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam had known in telling Jo the truth that she would want to pursue it. Very early on he had figured that out about her, that she was determined, fiercely so in a way he had never seen before. Where those back in Montana were so single-minded about the hunt and establishing dominance over those they saw as lesser than themselves Jo channelled it into positive pursuits. Helping people, art, spending time with her family. Sam had never seen anything like it. That didn't mean he hadn't been prepared for that determination to rear its head as soon as he told her he thought something might be wrong, this was her family's back yard, of course she would want to investigate it and make sure everything was all right. She had shown that same focus and intent when her brother and sister had been trapped in the school. Sam was suddenly afraid of what he might have done, what kind of door he might have opened, and he found himself wishing he hadn't told her the truth, as much as lying to her would have knotted him up inside and gone against everything it meant to be Omega.
Before Sam could answer her question about what it was he thought he had seen -- a question he couldn't really answer because he wasn't sure what it was he had even sensed -- she was rising from the bench, her book and pencil set aside so that she could do so. Without even thinking, instinct coupling with a building panic, dread rising from deep down in the pit of his being, Sam reached out with a gloved hand and took Jo's arm. "Please don't," he heard himself say after the words left his mouth and it was only then that he realised he had told her what to do, that he had touched her. Grabbed her.
Sam pulled his hand back as though he had touched something scalding hot, pressing himself against the bench in a further recoil as he immediately dropped his gaze and physically tensed for the kind of retaliation and rebuke that would have been inevitable back in Montana.