Thots thots witcher 141 flirting cute with red only to realise she's doing the dirty with the werewolf?? Just bitten munched and scratched to hell?
Hahaha oops-
"What is this?" Soap asks suddenly from behind you, and the laughter dies in your throat. His hand grazes aside the fabric of your cape, reveals the tender flesh of your shoulder where a bruising bite mark lays against your skin. "...Red?"
You slap a hand over the wound before you can stop yourself, eyes wide with despairingly disbelief at being noticed. You turn to look up at Soap, only to catch the horror that etches clear across his expression.
"Wh-what-" He tries in his shock, and the room goes silent.
"Red?" Laswell asks from beside you gently, cautiously, reaching forward to lay a reassuring hand on yours.
You draw back as if you've been burned.
The thump of your heart in your chest is too loud, too harsh, and with your hand still holding the bite mark on your shoulder you shoot to your feet, the chair under you tumbling to the floor.
It's too obvious, but you can't help it. Soap looks at you with something in his eyes akin to fear, gaze flickering desperately between your face and your hand covering the bite.
"Lass-" he tries, but his voice is a croak in his throat.
"Soap."
Five sets of eyes, including your own, turn to Price. He's halfway risen out of his chair at the head of the table, eyes staring not at the Scot but at you.
"I-it's a bite." Soap manages, gesturing to you, looking lost.
"No." You try, voice tight, desperate. "No, it's-" yet then you lock eyes with Price, see the grim severity of his stare, and swallow down your protest.
"I-it wasn't during the full moon, I swear. He didn't-"
"He?"
You turn now to Laswell, who's distraught gaze fractures at your heart. Realization turns in her gaze, and her face sinks in despair.
"Oh Red." She whispers, her voice small and disappointed. "What did you do?"
Your lips part, trembling where you stand as you try to tell her, try to say what you want to, to convince them all this is just a mistake-
"The wolf." Price states, coming to the same realization in quick succession. His eyes soften for a moment as he looks at you, and in his gaze you see pain. "You were bitten by the wolf. And you didn't tell us."
"It's-" Soap interjects suddenly, and his face is pale as he looks at neither of you, trembling slightly as he stares unseeingly forward, eyes bright with fear.
"It's a mating bite."
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