Genre: Mystical Realism
Story Elements: Werewolves, Grand Hunt
Pairing: Wolf X Veterinarian
Pouring rain, junky car, and dark, forest highway all make for poor driving conditions. Tears make for even worse, so do broken wrists, hopefully just a sprain, and black eyes. It could probably have gone better, should have gone better, but sometimes telling someone to leave is just not good enough to see it through, especially when he's a lot bigger than you are. Hospital, [YC] should probably go to the hospital, but it's hard to admit that you've failed that badly, that despite everything, he still just kicked the shit out of you then drank himself unconscious. You could call the cops, surely that'd get him moving, but he'd just be back. A night in the drunk tank, a slap on the wrist and a "Don't do it again" is the best you can hope for, and then he's back. Besides, there's medical supplies at the clinic. Not as many as their should be, but when you do most of your operations on strays, getting them ready for adoption, there's not a whole lot of money for that kind of thing. Still, enough to make a brace, something to take the swelling down. Something for the pain surely, but nothing for the tears.
A movement at the corner of the headlight, a flash of fur, a yelp of pain, one that makes [YC]'s heart sink. A dog, that had to have been a dog. It's only when [YC] pulls over and gets out, guilt added to the mix of negative emotions, that she realizes just what she's done. Laying in the road is an absolutely massive wolf. Easily the size of a person, snowy white fur, ice blue eyes. An animal like that is dangerous on an average day, injured and angry it's probably lethal. [YC] gets back in the car, but he's still laying in the road, no growls, no bites. Just laying there, looking at you. And, he's directly in the way, no way to go on unless [YC] runs him over, and that look, she can't do that.
Realizing her kindness is likely to get her hurt, for the second time that night no less, [YC] gets back out of the car, digs a syringe of painkiller out of her bag and approaches the wolf slowly. Again, nothing but that look, one of hurt and worry and pleading. Nothing but a little whimper as the needle slides under the skin, and even then it isn't much. She can't leave him here, he must be someone's dog, no wild animal would behave like this. [YC] manages to somehow drag him into her car, she's going to the vet clinic anyway right? And gets him into surgery. A lot of damage, a lot of bleeding, and doing surgery with a possibly broken wrist is difficult, but she somehow manages.
At first she intends to call around and see if anyone's missing a pet. Such a magnificent animal must have cost a fortune, but no one reports a missing dog matching his description. On a whim she decides, "What the hell, he's good company, I'll take him home."
However that's when things start getting really strange. She locks him in the bathroom during the day, hoping the asshole who beat her doesn't show up and take her absence out on the poor dog, but her apartment keeps getting cleaned. A few days later the sheriff shows up and asks about the exboyfriend. Seems he's turned up in the hospital with injuries similar to a mugging, and an animal attack. And, she keeps having these really vivid dreams, about a lover that slips into her bed and does... things to her. Wonderful things. Things she'd never credit her ex with thinking of.
Never mind the men in camo who have recently shown up in town, asking about massive white killing machines. Never mind the way her dog responds to her, pays attention like he understands her. Occasionally watches her undress, and sleeps in front of the bedroom door like he's on guard.
Core Story Idea:
You guessed it, she's accidentally hit a werewolf. This story centers on the idea that there's only so long one can deceive yourself about the nature of the people, and wolves, in your life. It's about self delusion, the Veterinarian is in a horrible relationship, lives in a bad part of town, never has any money because she spends so much of it on helping animal shelters, yet has convinced herself that everything is just fine. Enters a werewolf, one who is careful to conceal his intelligent, but shows more than enough of it to her to make it fairly obvious what is happening. He sees the way she lives her life, and believes that if he can get her to believe the ridiculous idea that he exists, she might just gain the strength to face the world as it really is.
However the wolf has his own problems. Will the veterinarian finally get a handle on her life, only to have it torn apart when monster slayers come looking for the one person she's had grounded her life around?