The Beast in Him
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Yeah, Jessie Ann had known exactly what shed been doing.
I warned you, Brendon said again to Ronnie Lee. I warned you not to go into dog territory.
Yeah, Ronnie said with a shrug, and a wince from her own pain, her own stitches, but I thought you were being sarcastic. I mean... theyre dogs.
True. And they kicked your ass.
There were two thousand of them, Sissy shot back.
I told you they had their pups this weekend. It doesnt matter if theres one million or one, wild dogs will do whatever necessary to protect their pups. End of story.
Yeah, but
Shaw slammed his hand down on the metal kitchen table, nearly buckling it. No buts! I dont even have room to complain about this. Or demand retribution. Their attack was completely warranted. I told you I hadnt gotten permission for you guys to go off my territory. And Marissa and I can only go within a mile of their den. Even Mitch doesnt go over there and hes a dumb-ass!
I heard that! Mitch yelled from the living room.
Shut up!
Sissy sighed. Look, yall, Im sorry. Okay? I didnt think it would be a big deal. Now I know. She looked at him. Sorry, Bobby Ray.
Dont apologize, Sissy Mae. Its something any of us might have done when were running down lunch.
I wouldnt have done it, Shaw muttered, but quieted down when Ronnie Lee glared at him.
This changes everything, dont it, Bobby Ray? Sissy asked softly.
Smitty sipped his beer before speaking. He hoped the beer would deaden the pain around his stitches. He had far less than Sissy Mae but enough to cause discomfort. Yet, due to their biological makeup, in a few hours theyd have to remove the stitches or risk the skin healing over them.
Yup, he finally answered. I reckon it does.
Youre a Smith male, Bobby Ray. Its not like you can do any different.
I know.
Sissy poured herself more orange juice. Then I guess you better get on over there.
Yup.
Shaw looked between them. What are you two talking about?
Make it quick, Bobby Ray. Like Daddy would.
Bobby Ray grimaced, but nodded. Ill do my best.
Wait. What are you two planning? Shaw demanded.
Ronnie sighed. Mind your own, Brendon Shaw. This is Smith business.
Youre kidding, right?
When they all stared at him, he threw his hands up. Fine. But I gotta tell you, I praise the day I was born a cat.
Jess literally tore the still-beating heart from her opponents chest and forced him tolook at it.
Her twelve-year-old nephew glared at her. You are mean, he accused.
Suck it up, Boy Scout.
He threw down his controller and stormed off.
Next!
Sabina and Phils fourteen-year-old son jumped into the vacated seat on the couch.
Nice facial lacerations there, by the way. The boy had his fathers sarcasm, coupled with his mothers brutal sense of humor. Smart-ass.
Like these lacerations, do you? she asked. Good. Youll look like this when Im done.
The bell for the next round rang, but before she could recover from an aerial kick to the head, Danny called for her from the front porch.
She paused the game. Dont even try and cheat, brat.
I dont have to. Ill destroy you without it.
Dreamer.
Jess grinned and walked through the living room, her Pack involved in different forms of relaxing activities. From chess and checkers to role-playing games with pen, paper, dice, and their imaginations to video and computer games to yoga... which just seemed weird.
But her grin faded when she walked out onto the porch and found a human and clearly brutalized Smitty waiting for her. Okay, so maybe shed done more damage than shed given herself credit for.
He leaned against his truck, arms crossed over his chest. To the untrained eye, he looked relaxed. Composed. But she knew that look. She saw it once, years ago, seconds before Smitty beat the living hell out of his older and larger brother for sleeping with Smittys whore girlfriend at the time.
What do you want, Smith?
We need to talk.
If he thought she was getting off this porch, he was high.
So talk.
When he realized she wouldnt come to him, he pushed himself off his truck and walked up the stairs. He stared down at her and she fought the urge to stroke his face, do whatever she could to help take away the pain she knew he suffered.
He didnt say anything, and she quickly grew impatient with the long Smitty-silence. Well? Im waiting.
Big arms crossed over his chest, Smitty gave a sad sigh. I underestimated you all along, didnt I?
Jess shrugged. Probably. Everyone else had, why should he be different?
What happened this morning... He gazed off into the woods, then shook his head. I have to say, I never saw that coming.
Your sister was on my territory. I have pups here. What did she or you expect?
I expected you to let her get over territorial lines. I expected you to let her walk away. The Jessie Ann I thought you were would have done that. Because you didnt, do you know what that makes you?
I warned you, Brendon said again to Ronnie Lee. I warned you not to go into dog territory.
Yeah, Ronnie said with a shrug, and a wince from her own pain, her own stitches, but I thought you were being sarcastic. I mean... theyre dogs.
True. And they kicked your ass.
There were two thousand of them, Sissy shot back.
I told you they had their pups this weekend. It doesnt matter if theres one million or one, wild dogs will do whatever necessary to protect their pups. End of story.
Yeah, but
Shaw slammed his hand down on the metal kitchen table, nearly buckling it. No buts! I dont even have room to complain about this. Or demand retribution. Their attack was completely warranted. I told you I hadnt gotten permission for you guys to go off my territory. And Marissa and I can only go within a mile of their den. Even Mitch doesnt go over there and hes a dumb-ass!
I heard that! Mitch yelled from the living room.
Shut up!
Sissy sighed. Look, yall, Im sorry. Okay? I didnt think it would be a big deal. Now I know. She looked at him. Sorry, Bobby Ray.
Dont apologize, Sissy Mae. Its something any of us might have done when were running down lunch.
I wouldnt have done it, Shaw muttered, but quieted down when Ronnie Lee glared at him.
This changes everything, dont it, Bobby Ray? Sissy asked softly.
Smitty sipped his beer before speaking. He hoped the beer would deaden the pain around his stitches. He had far less than Sissy Mae but enough to cause discomfort. Yet, due to their biological makeup, in a few hours theyd have to remove the stitches or risk the skin healing over them.
Yup, he finally answered. I reckon it does.
Youre a Smith male, Bobby Ray. Its not like you can do any different.
I know.
Sissy poured herself more orange juice. Then I guess you better get on over there.
Yup.
Shaw looked between them. What are you two talking about?
Make it quick, Bobby Ray. Like Daddy would.
Bobby Ray grimaced, but nodded. Ill do my best.
Wait. What are you two planning? Shaw demanded.
Ronnie sighed. Mind your own, Brendon Shaw. This is Smith business.
Youre kidding, right?
When they all stared at him, he threw his hands up. Fine. But I gotta tell you, I praise the day I was born a cat.
Jess literally tore the still-beating heart from her opponents chest and forced him tolook at it.
Her twelve-year-old nephew glared at her. You are mean, he accused.
Suck it up, Boy Scout.
He threw down his controller and stormed off.
Next!
Sabina and Phils fourteen-year-old son jumped into the vacated seat on the couch.
Nice facial lacerations there, by the way. The boy had his fathers sarcasm, coupled with his mothers brutal sense of humor. Smart-ass.
Like these lacerations, do you? she asked. Good. Youll look like this when Im done.
The bell for the next round rang, but before she could recover from an aerial kick to the head, Danny called for her from the front porch.
She paused the game. Dont even try and cheat, brat.
I dont have to. Ill destroy you without it.
Dreamer.
Jess grinned and walked through the living room, her Pack involved in different forms of relaxing activities. From chess and checkers to role-playing games with pen, paper, dice, and their imaginations to video and computer games to yoga... which just seemed weird.
But her grin faded when she walked out onto the porch and found a human and clearly brutalized Smitty waiting for her. Okay, so maybe shed done more damage than shed given herself credit for.
He leaned against his truck, arms crossed over his chest. To the untrained eye, he looked relaxed. Composed. But she knew that look. She saw it once, years ago, seconds before Smitty beat the living hell out of his older and larger brother for sleeping with Smittys whore girlfriend at the time.
What do you want, Smith?
We need to talk.
If he thought she was getting off this porch, he was high.
So talk.
When he realized she wouldnt come to him, he pushed himself off his truck and walked up the stairs. He stared down at her and she fought the urge to stroke his face, do whatever she could to help take away the pain she knew he suffered.
He didnt say anything, and she quickly grew impatient with the long Smitty-silence. Well? Im waiting.
Big arms crossed over his chest, Smitty gave a sad sigh. I underestimated you all along, didnt I?
Jess shrugged. Probably. Everyone else had, why should he be different?
What happened this morning... He gazed off into the woods, then shook his head. I have to say, I never saw that coming.
Your sister was on my territory. I have pups here. What did she or you expect?
I expected you to let her get over territorial lines. I expected you to let her walk away. The Jessie Ann I thought you were would have done that. Because you didnt, do you know what that makes you?
