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The shower ran hot over Aila’s scars, recently adorned cuts, bruises, and sore muscles. She stood somewhat painfully with her hands on either side of the nozzle, just letting the barely too hot water shock her awake carrying some dried blood down the drain with it. She had work soon and she was trying to quit buying coffee and smoking before every shift. 

She let the water continue to pour over her until it started to feel normal. That’s when she reached gingerly for a towel outside the shower, slicking her hair back over her head and out of her face. She dried herself off and threw on a pair of well-fitting sweatpants and a tank top with a campfire on the chest. She jumped onto her small old couch that a couple officers had helped her pick up from a garage sale about a week ago and flicked her tiny TV on to the weather station.

That’s when she saw it. 

“Ah…” Aila started, her eyes darting over the text and small infographic on the screen. “Fuuuuuuck.” She groaned.

February 9 is the next full moon was all she really took in before her hand subconsciously grabbed a pack of smokes and her lighter. She made her own cigarettes, something growing up on a reserve taught her, not that it was a notable talent. Hey, my name’s Aila I want to save people, I can make little cancer sticks.

Her coat was snagged on the way out the door and in an instant the cold air was nipping at her shoulders, collar and ankles. Her cigarette was lit and with a long drag she turned her gaze to the moon which was still high in the air, without the light from the sun. 

It wasn’t long before Aoife Reilley came skipping out of their building like the goddamned Disney princess she pretended to be. She was literally listening to Dancing in the Moonlight.

…

Yeah, no, the one by Toploader.

“Hey Aila,” Aoife began with her usual unrequited smile. 

Aila turned her gaze ever so slightly towards the brunette, nodding a little, taking another long drag. “Hi,” was all the werewolf forced out. She hated being overly polite and Aoife was nice enough – but she didn’t have time for it right now.

“How’s everything?” Aoife pressed, assuming a ridiculous posture that was both childlike and… Well, kind of cute.

“It’s good.” Aila said, tossing her cigarette but in her path and stomping it out in the same stride, pushing past the older girl in order to get back into the apartment. It was too warm near Aoife anyway – it made her uncomfortable. Her feelings around that girl were odd and disjointed. In one hand, Aoife was her senior and pushing to become some kind of medical… Something. Aila wasn’t listening when Aoife went into a long-winded explanation of it. But, at the same time she did see her with Cael once which seemed like the antithesis of Aoife who Aila thought was a nun the first time they met. 

“Who knows?” She mused to herself quietly getting back upstairs. She always walked to work with Stein whenever he got up and had breakfast with him if they still had time, if it was too late she’d have to go in and wake him up again. After losing his partner he had been somewhat… Out of sorts, it was a while ago but your partner is someone you want to see grow old.

Not that Aila would know, she was still a secretary. Slamming the door to her apartment in momentary frustration she heard someone shout after her but she waved it off and threw her coat at the rack near her door. Grasping the cigarettes she had sworn off less than an hour ago she once again glanced at the weather station and shoved them back into her pocket with a groan.

“This weekend is going to be shit.” She said to herself staring at the ceiling with a groan.

Her phone beeped, and she grabbed it. It was an email from work.

[code]
Expect a lot of calls today, local radio hijacked for an extremist message. Be in ASAP.[/code]

Aila looked at the phone and read the message a few times. Taking it in. 

She read it once more, snagging a pillow from one end of the couch.

She screamed into it, kicking her feet back and forth before just throwing it haphazardly knocking a bottle or two off a nearby coffee table.

“God.”

She had to get going for breakfast with Stein before work, it was something of a tradition.