Simon winces when Kyle mentions going for the jugular, remembering the feeling of tearing out his grandfather's throat. Tasting his blood.
"You're not in any danger of that," he says, a bit stiffly.
"No, not a werewolf." Simon shakes his head. "I can control the change; they can't." To illustrate, he closes his eyes and concentrates. When he opens them, they've turned the ice blue color common to certain breeds of dog, including whatever combination of breeds his dog form happens to be. He hasn't had much practice holding a partial shift, though; he only manages the change for a few seconds before his eyes change back to their usual brown. Jesus fuck, that hurts. "Plus," he adds, rubbing his eyes, "it's not the full moon."
He's still seeing spots. That's a party trick he'll have to practice before he attempts to debut it again.
"They fight. Sometimes the Night Council gets involved, and sometimes it's the Night Council doing the fighting. The vampires and the werewolves don't like each other, and the fae--kind of like fairies but don't call them that--don't really like witches." Or one witch in particular.
"They're pretty reachable. Um, I can give you the number of a werewolf who knows more about this than I do. Or you can go to Redbright Institute. It's sort of a school for witches and other supernatural types. I took classes there when I first started to change. I was pants-shittingly terrified of what I could do, at first. They helped."
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"You're not in any danger of that," he says, a bit stiffly.
"No, not a werewolf." Simon shakes his head. "I can control the change; they can't." To illustrate, he closes his eyes and concentrates. When he opens them, they've turned the ice blue color common to certain breeds of dog, including whatever combination of breeds his dog form happens to be. He hasn't had much practice holding a partial shift, though; he only manages the change for a few seconds before his eyes change back to their usual brown. Jesus fuck, that hurts. "Plus," he adds, rubbing his eyes, "it's not the full moon."
He's still seeing spots. That's a party trick he'll have to practice before he attempts to debut it again.
"They fight. Sometimes the Night Council gets involved, and sometimes it's the Night Council doing the fighting. The vampires and the werewolves don't like each other, and the fae--kind of like fairies but don't call them that--don't really like witches." Or one witch in particular.
"They're pretty reachable. Um, I can give you the number of a werewolf who knows more about this than I do. Or you can go to Redbright Institute. It's sort of a school for witches and other supernatural types. I took classes there when I first started to change. I was pants-shittingly terrified of what I could do, at first. They helped."