“So your mind is set on going?”
Jesse didn’t look up, but continued to clean her Armalite AR-24, lovingly rubbing down the slide and trigger assembly. The disassembled gun lay on a scrap of newspaper next to its freshly oiled and loaded sister, the assortment of cleaning materials lying nearby.
“Yeah. I’m gonna head up to Sac.” The loading assembly came next, methodically followed by the slide.
“Are you sure your heart is set on following?”
Jesse’s hands froze, and her dark gaze flickered up to the woman standing over her. The elder Uratha was staring at Jesse with her arms folded, one clawed finger tapping a tattoo of a broken oak tree. “I ask because what the two want is often not the same thing.”
“Wrong. You’re askin’ because you just heard something you didn’t like in the Shadow,” Jesse snapped back, her fingers trying to rub the cleaning cloth through the steel of the AR’s frame. For several seconds the only sound in the room was the soft swish of the cloth. Jesse kept her eyes fixed on the matte black finish of the pistols frame, but she heard the other Uratha pace slowly behind her. Jesse could swear she felt the spider’s legs tattooed on her back beginning to twitch.
“Watch your tongue, wolfling, or else I might start to think you’re ungrateful. You would do well to remember that my pack took you in with the promise of only trouble in return.” The words came slowly and softly, making Jesse think of the hard steel that dwelled beneath wolves' fur. She continued to clean her pistol, the repetitive motion helping to slow her heartbeat. She wondered how close she was to getting her ass kicked. Sure the bruises would heal in less than an hour, but she wasn’t a glutton for pain, and she knew exactly what the elder could dish out. Unfortunately, Jesse had a habit of being a repeat offender.
Silence reigned while these thoughts ran through the Irraka's head and the scent of gun oil poured through the room.
“Hmm. It seems to me that your heart and mind are not of the same pack, Jesse. Perhaps you should speak of what’s troubling you. If you head over to Sacramento with fire sparking from your tongue and venom in your veins, I guarantee you’ll be sent back with more than a few broken bones. If you’re lucky.”
Jesse blew out a sharp breathe and continued to oil and assemble her gun. It was only after the ritual was complete that she turned to look at her Alpha.
“You’re right, First-to-Know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you, I just…Today is just,” the words trailed off and Jesse took a shuddering breath. Her eyes burned and her fists clenched, but no tears came. The start of a growl rumbled low in her chest.
“Ah, that’s right. This marks the passing of your first year with the People. I shouldn’t have forgotten,” First apologized, putting a hand on the younger wolf’s shoulder. “I understand that you have some painful memories attached to your first change. I just wonder…why do you think you can change anything in Sacramento if you can’t even deal with your past?”
Jesse wrenched her shoulder away from the elder and sprang to her feet, her muscles and bones shifting as she swelled into Dalu. “Every wolf,” she snarled, “feels the bite of the past.” Her whole body was shaking, her teeth were clenched, her eyes shone with anger and unshed tears, and it was only after following First’s gaze that Jesse realized she was holding something; something with a rubberized grip and a safety catch that was digging into her thumb. The two wolves stared at the gun until Jesse slid back into her human form and tucked the pistol in the back of her jeans.
“Look,” she said, turning away. “I didn’t come runnin’ to you with my problems, First, and you can go fuck yourself if you think you can give me shit for dealing with one. I’m going to Sac cause I need a change. You and Ten-Story helped teach me about all of this, but I’ve gotta get out of your shelter and run on my own, find my own pack. From what I’ve heard, Sacramento could use another wolf with her ear to the city, so that’s where I’m headed.”
“When a wolf gets the wanderlust, it’s foolish to stop them, but I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into. Our existence revolves around the cycles of change, and loss is often a part of change. You grieve for a lost one now, and I guarantee you’ll grieve for many more if you survive long in this world.”
Jesse brushed a hand through her hair, looking at the floor. “Yeah…I know. So what's it matter where I am when it happens?”
First-to-Know smiled, her lips twisting cruelly. “Even if you don’t know, you will soon learn. But very well, enough of this, I see that you won’t change your mind. Knowing you as I do, the news I will tell is this: when you get to Sacramento, seek out the Tur. There will be a message there that you should see.”
“Wait, what?”
“And seek out Ten-Story before you go. He’ll want to have words with you.”