No Dogs Allowed

Strike the Throat to Bite Off the Tongue

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I suppose the saying goes: be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.

I'd long wondered just what had happened with Kane in his high school and college freshman years between him and his so-called friends that had gone so far as to elicit an intervention from both Coach and Corvus. But if this was the universe's way of answering that question in full, well, fuck me sideways, because I would pick blissful ignorance in a blink if it meant getting rid of the Kane that stood before me now.

"No," Rosalie said immediately. She pushed past the bouncers and Meredith and Yubaek and me. "No. We're leaving. Let's go. Let's go right now."

"Rosalie, still so fiery," Yubaek said.

"Don't talk to me," she spat.

I took the chance to slip out of Yubaek's grip. I turned on Kane. "Come on," I told him. "Kane."

Kenzo beckoned for Corvus to follow, and they didn't hesitate in retreating from Fang Flower's doorways to head out, but Kane still wouldn't move. He had been nailed in place, his hands shaking at his sides. His eyes were lasers on Luan. Every step the man took towards him, Kane paled a little more.

"Kitae," he said. The name snapped my head back. "I didn't know you still clubbed."

Diego said, "Who's Kitae?"

Kane closed his eyes. He looked nearly blue. He clenched his jaw tight. "I don't," he muttered.

Luan raised a brow. "Who's Kitae," he repeated, then smiled at Kane, but for as much friendliness as was in that, there was a sick amusement, too. "Why, that's just mean."

Zahir looked just as confused as the rest of Corvus, but he seemed to choose his hatred for Luan over answers. He took Kane's arm. "Come on, man. Let's just go."

"Why?" Luan asked. The gold necklaces on his collarbones glimmered along with the gems hanging from his ears. His button down shirt had been left open at the top, and the distinct inky shape of a wolf's head tattooed to the skin there peeked out to flash its deadly incisors. "Night hasn't even started yet."

"We won't be starting it here," Rosalie snapped.

Luan slid her a calm, cool look, brown eyes glinting. "Well," he said. "I think that's up to your captain, no?"

"Not every captain is its team's master," she snarled, and he tilted his head. "Let's go."

"Don't leave yet," a young man said from behind Baluyot. "Hey, man, where have you been? Is that seriously you, holy hell! Hah! You could take me on."

"Little Kitae," one girl said, cackling high into the air. "Best coincidence of the whole damn year. Ya, eodisseosseo?"

"It's been too long since we partied with Kitae anyway," the other girl said with a nod. "What better time than now? Used to be a serious kick!"

Kane had gone from pensive to sick to angry to mortified over the course of the group's constant chatter. He pursed his lips, speechless under the onslaught of pressure. Rosalie looked about ready to pop someone's skull open, quelled only by Meredith hauling her backwards. Zahir and Diego stood in front of Kane, glowering at the group, although the lycans looked unfazed considering how they looked right through the two towards their target. 

Zoe and Wynter looked between me, Kane, and Kenzo for some sort of context. Zoe said, "Kitae? Are they talking about King? Why are they calling him that?"