Mob Wolf Green

>Walk home from a long day at work on a rainy day
>It’s coming down pretty hard
>Fitting too, for how shitty of a day it’s been
>You slept in, the car broke down, which made you late, AND you managed to forget your phone once a friend eventually showed up
>You’re eager to get home and just be done with this day
>You’re right in the middle of the bad part of town at the moment
>Shops line the street, many rumoured for being a cover for illegal activities
>Not another life is in sight, unusual given how crowded it usually is
>The occasional car passes by, but that’s it
>The only sounds you hear is the rain, your boots treading on the wet sidewalk, and the life inside the buildings
>You’d be lying if you weren’t a bit scared for your life while walking
>But you’re just paranoid, nothing actually gonna happen, right?
>As soon as that thought crosses your mind, a gunshot rings through the air, followed by another
>It sounded like it came from the store a few buildings away
>The unexpected sounds made you jump and stumble back a few steps
>A few seconds later, a figure bursts through the door
>It stumbles forward a few steps and falls into the rainwater, fresh blood leaking from its body
>You hear a cacophony of indistinct voices as an arm reaches outside and closes the door
>Running up to the body, you get a better look at it
>A wolf woman, barely breathing, who seems to be bleeding from the abdomen
>You have to act quickly, but you kind of have no clue what the fuck to do here
>You crouch down and check her pockets
>Wallet and 2 bobby pins acquired
>Rummaging through the wallet, you find $600 in cash and a few cards
>Score!
>Before anyone sees, you scurry off back to your home
>Hoping nobody cares enough to seek out that money
>A few hours later, you’re relaxing on the couch after a nice shower when you hear a knock on the door
>Opening it, you see the wolf from earlier
>What the fuck!?
>How is she alive?
>How did she find you?
>How did she get here?
>She’s holding her abdomen with her arm and leaning her other on the doorframe
>”Gimme my...fucking money back you bitch” she said through laboured breaths
>You refuse
>An angry look crosses her face moments before she pounces on you
>She’s clawing at you screaming to give her the money
>Given her weak state, it isn’t hard to overpower her
>In just a few minutes, you have her pinned to the floor
>She’s squirming wildly in your grasp, although quickly weakening as the pain returns to her
>You get off her as she rolls onto her side and goes back to grasping her abdomen, now with both arms
>Soft whimpers leave her mouth
>You feel kinda bad for her
>But at the same time, you kinda want her gone
>Not that you want her dead, but she did just attack you
>You settle on kicking her out
>The money you got could pay for repairs for our car
>Grab her by the waists and lift her up
>She let’s out a yip as you swing her over your shoulder
>Or you would, if she didn’t start squirming again
>You were also way too frail to try something like that, especially against a wolf anthro
>She’s flailing harder this time, as if she received another burst of adrenaline
>She’s screaming at you to put her down
>Kicking and clawing so much to the point to throwing off your balance
>Again
>You tumble down onto your back
>Well that went well
>The wolf straddles you and places her hands at the base of your neck
>”Where’s the fucking money!?” She shouts as she wildly shakes your upper body
>Is that all she cares about?
>Her voice is aggressive, but her face shows signs of intense pain
>You try to throw her off again, but she keeps her stance much better
>At the same time, however, the pain in her face intensified
>Why’s the money so important anyway?
>”Why the fuck do you care? Just gimme it!”
>You tell her that she won’t see a dollar of the money until she tells you
>She stops for a moment, taking in what you just said
>After a deep breath, she brings you close to her, and she says in a false-calm manner
>”Look, I need that money back or both of us will end up in a back alley with a bullet through our heads. The people who shot me aren’t the type of people you should be fucking around with. I just barely survived earlier today and I sure as hell won’t survive another encounter”
>By the end of her little speech, she was panting like she just ran a mile
>What she said was certainly scary, made even scarier due of what happened earlier
>You settle on submitting, not a chance in hell are you gonna try to swindle her
>Satisfied, she gets off you (albeit with a bit of trouble) and shuts your door
>Her mood seems to have done a complete 180
>All of her anger vanished, and a content smile is on her face
>As you follow her up, she looks back to you and says, “Now, where’s the money?”