.the girl next door

[.xander;;]

he pretty much got from the shifty repetition of stan’s words that something wily was going on in andromeda’s head, and would eventually go on in the rest of the room.

georg’s hostile comeback, however, distracted xander from the ominous waves floating off of andromeda. raising a brow, he gave stan a look that was half curious and half accusing. he knew by the three guards’ behavior that something had gone down before they’d worked at the shack, but neither stan nor dan had ever elaborated on the incident, and he’d be damned if georg actually worked up the gall to tell him in front of one of the twins.

yet even that thought was interrupted as a brown and blue pinball launched itself at the brunet. that combined with the ear-piercing sound of an insane battle cry provoked the wolf into nearly bursting from beneath xander’s skin, but it was day, the moon wasn’t full, and the human was stronger. in spite of this, he was not strong enough to resist the wolf’s feral habits and instantly made to leap at the girl as well. his teeth--the wolf’s fangs--readied to strike his attacker’s throat, but found nothing to bite down on but linoleum. the lycanthrope struggled wildly below his guard until a fist connected with the side of his head. from there, he proceeded to growling at andromeda, whose face was incidentally a foot or two from his. obviously, werewolves didn’t appreciate being messed with.

tightening his grip on xander’s wrists which were pulled behind his back, stan looked up from his grounded guardee to glare once at andromeda but then longer and more spitefully at georg. “who needs a leash now, you son of a bitch?”

forget the other people in the rec room that had stopped to stare at the scene.