Lars tapped her hoof impatiently against the concrete and resisted the urge to check her phone again. It had likely only been thirty seconds from the last time she checked it but it felt like so much longer. Casting her gaze up and down the street she leered at the shadows moving along the far walkway, they new better than to approach and for that she was grateful. Her mouth pulled into a tight frown she blew out a long breath and dug into the handbag and extracted her phone for the third time.
He was late, and now he was very late. Flipping through the phone’s settings she made sure that it was receiving, five bars, and yet no new messages. No, I am running late be there shortly, nothing. Lars was sure that he was doing this on purpose, if not just setting her up for his own amusement. She could see the damn wolf smirking to himself in bed while she stood out here in the cold night air waiting for him to arrive. It was just the sort of twisted sort of joke he would play to get her riled up.

First he had insisted that she wear something nice, then that she let him treat her like some damsel in distress waiting for him to come charging in to save. Lars had complied with the first request, she still seethed over the idea of being seen dressed like this though, the dress cut low to offer the hint of ample cleavage between her breasts, and a dual slit running up the side of one leg. At least it concealed the twin tattoos she had on each hip, those tended to draw more unwanted attention and a lot of questions that followed.

She was just about to leave him a scathing message when her phone began buzzing as several messages came in one right after another.

Running late. Small incident at office, old bear needs this taken care of quick.

Sent Uber your way, see you at Rondas.

Try to stop grinding your teeth, I can hear them from here.

Lars looked at the phone with incredulous rage, unlocking her jaw she almost screamed that she was not grinding her teeth. That, that, that damn wolf! She was about to say fuck it and storm off back to her apartment when another message came in freezing her in her tracks.

Remember, you promised. ;)

This time she did curse, losing a string of profanity that would cure the hairs off a rhinoceros. The phone’s voice to text function glitched staggering along for several seconds trying to decipher what it had just received before seeming to conclude it must be a foreign language and sending its best attempted translation.

Awe, you’re so cute when you’re angry. See you in twenty. – Mac

Blood boiling, Lars paced back and forth, half tempted just to throw the phone into the nearest building, rip the stupid dress off her body and storm back to her apartment where she could get some gym clothes and flee to escape for a while.

“Fucking stupid mangy flee bag!” She cursed half way to the stairs. “Ass hole! Wolves! Just like a wolf! Fuck!”

Stopping she turned around, her own anger turning her around, she had agreed to this, and he had made her promise not to back down if he set everything up. If she had knowing just how much planning he was going to put into a single date night she would have told him where to shove it! But no, she had agreed, only to find herself stuffed like a sausage into a dress without a proper top. She was sure that Mac had requested it to be at least two sizes too small before having it sent to her apartment the following day. Further more she was still unconvinced that there was no return policy for the dress she now wore.

With another curse she dug her fingers into the wrap around collar and tried to get some air. She hated that part of the dress most of all, the way it dug into her neck a constant reminder that it was there and-

A flare of headlights pulled her from her musings as her uber pulled up, sleek black Lars shook her head, that was just like Mac too. Everything had to be black and glossy, ever sense he went digging in her closet. Something he never let her live down, the thought still making her cheeks burn.

“Fucking wolf.” She cursed as she go into the back seat.

“What was that miss?” Her driver asked innocently enough turning around to gage the passenger he had just let into his vehicle.

“Nothing. Just drive.” Lars growled, pulling the belt over her chest and cursing how it dug into her breasts. “And in silence too.”

“Sure thing boss.”

Snorting Lars tried to make herself more comfortable, the seat belt kept chafing against her chest and without a proper top it wouldn’t settle right. Resorting to using one hand to give her some breathing room she tired to make herself as comfortable as possible.

After less than five minutes she concluded that it was a lost cause.

“Fucking wolves, no top, could have at least given me a bra or tape, or something.” Lars grumbled as she fussed with the belt, her patience running thin. Waiting for the driver to come to a stop at an intersection she unclasped the belt and reached for her handbag. A small annoying chirp began to sound dinging away and causing the driver to twist around to look at her reproachfully.

“Look miss, I really need you to stay buckled up. Its against policy here.”

“One second.” She cursed, reaching for her hand bag, maybe if she wedged it over the belt.

“No miss, I’m serious. You could get-“

Lars was about to snap something back, the belt already in her hands when the hairs on the back of her neck prickled and began to rise.

For a long second the world slowed to a crawl, there was light coming from the left, drivers side, no two lights brilliant as the sun. She was sure there was noise too but everything only reached her as a dull roar, or was in a howl, her brain working in overdrive realization clicked a fraction of a second too late.

And like a giant rubber band stretched to snapping time suddenly jerked back into play.

It all happened in a blur, Lars abandoned her hand bag, her only focus on getting the belt to lock, the glass around her exploding, the sudden jerking impact throwing her back, and then she was in the air. Rolling, everything was spinning, glass, horns blaring, screaming, and silence.