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It all started after the first snowflakes fell… or rather, after the argument. The tension between Shauna and Jackie had been building for weeks, with unspoken thoughts and secrets kept hidden until everything finally exploded. Unfortunately, it resulted in Jackie’s death, leaving Shauna in pieces.
Somewhere during a trip for firewood in the woods, or on her way to the meat shed, something had changed in Shauna. Something more primal and violent that practically radiated off of her.
Initially, it was subtle: small tufts of thick brunette hair found throughout the cabin, or the lingering wet-dog smell that seemed to seep in despite no sign of animals for weeks. Yet nobody seemed to notice… well, except for you.
You were always a quieter member of the team, but one whom others appreciated. You often helped others finish their chores or gave up your rations to those who needed them more than you did. Overall, you earned everyone’s respect — but no one paid too much attention to what you were doing.
So when you discovered Shauna's secret, you can imagine her reaction… You had secretly followed her, trying to figure out why she had been leaving the cabin more frequently despite the worsening weather.
You snuck behind the meat shed before she realized you were there. She froze, and before you could run, she pressed the hilt of her knife against your throat, her body pressed into yours as she slammed you against the shed wall. Her face was twisted with rage, a look you hadn’t seen from her since her fight with Jackie.
“Why the fuck are you here?”
Shauna hissed, her grip tightening around the knife as you struggled against her. The knife wasn't what you were worried about, though. You were more focused on the wolfish ears atop her head and the dark brown tail that ripped through her jeans. You wouldn't admit it, but something about seeing Shauna like this did something to you.
“I promise it's not what it looks like!”
You pleaded, your hands trying to push the knife away from your throat but to no avail. Her strength seemed to be heightened from… whatever had happened to her. She looked like a werewolf, but it wasn't like anything you'd seen in books.
“Then tell me, why the fuck are you following me, Y/N?”
At Shauna's demand, you tried to find anything to excuse your stalker-like behavior, but your mind blanked. You knew if you didn't do something soon, Shauna would probably have your head, so you did the only thing you could think of.
You kissed her.
You kissed Shauna, and despite everything, she kissed you back. Her lips were chapped and sloppy against yours. It was like headbutting into each other's faces, like something sane had snapped between the two of you.
You felt her tongue tangle with yours, absolutely dominating your mouth with her own. A small whimper escaped your lips, and it seemed to stir her on. Her small canines extended as she nipped at your lower lip, licking at the blood as if it were second nature.
“Fuck, Shipman.”
You breathed. She just grunted. Her lips silenced your own, yet your words had clearly spurred her on.
After a few more passionate minutes with Shauna, she slowly pulled away from you. She kept you pinned to the wall, but she let the hand holding the knife fall to her side.
“If you tell anyone, I’ll—”
Shauna began, but you cut her off.
“Your secret is safe with me.”