Badger and Wolf; The Rough Start

So, before we start this story, I feel the need to clarify some things. To start, this story is going to be told from two different perspectives (Badger and Wolf, if you couldn’t tell). I’m also going to have to quickly explain one of the major themes of this story. This story involves a subject that has been sorely misinterpreted thanks to Hollywood’s meddling; Weres. Now if you immediately jump to the conclusion that this story is about werewolves, I’m going to have to stop you right there.  First off, wolves aren’t the only Were-species in existence. Case in point, I myself am a Werebadger (Go Hufflepuff!). We don’t have hierarchy tiers, but we do label dangerous uncontrollable creatures as feral and rabid, depending on severity.  And while a majority of Weres are mammal based, there is a minority of Were-reptiles. There are also rumours of Were-birds, but I’ve never seen one, so I can’t verify that as a fact.  Another misconception about Weres, we do not change into animals. That is to say, we don’t physically change from human to animal. We can shift from human to animal mentality with some benefits, but we don’t grow fangs, claws, or excessive facial hair. To put it simply, being a Were is like being extremely psychic with a spirit animal attached to your psyche. If at this point you, the reader, feel ripped off from your Twilight experience, I’d suggest complaining to Hollywood, as they are the ones who came up with the hairy wolf-man.  Okay, now that we’ve got that settled, on with the story! Our tale begins with a little badger making her way to the police station, with a basket full of baked goods. It is not a typical delivery, as it was a personal thank you for taking care of a recent case of vandalism at her place of work. However, thanks to the police’s quick work, the boss was able to get the insurance sorted out and replace everything quickly. And the badger didn’t lose her job!  So, I made it to the police station. Entering the building with my basket of goodies, I immediately notice the receptionist. Excitement surges at the near completion of an unprovoked good deed. Skipping forward, I take a quick scan for a familiar cop. The receptionist waves me forward.  “Hi! I was wondering if I could leave this for one of your officers? As a thank you for his help.” I explain.  “Do you know the officers name?” She asks, and I feel a dose of embarrassment.  “Um . . . no actually, but it’s the guy who helped with the broken window at the Baker’s Love bakery last Tuesday.” I answer.  The receptionist motions me to hold, while she dials an extension. I keep popping my head, hoping to spot a familiar face. I try to remember what the guy looked like, and come up with a vague description. Dark hair and, average height maybe? Well whatever, I was worried about other things at the time. The receptionist hangs up the phone, and I straighten my back.  “Unfortunately, that officer is out on patrol at the moment, he should be back shortly. Did you want to wait until he comes back, or did you want to leave the basket here?” She asks.  I’m conflicted as I think about what to do. The owner wanted me to come in early to get everything ready for the reopening tomorrow. But if I leave, I feel that the officer won’t truly understand how grateful I am. I’m about to decide, when I feel myself bristle. I sense a strong being behind my back. Not a good feeling or situation.  “Is there something I can help with Laura?” A deep voice asks.  “Kyle, this woman is looking for you.” The receptionist replies. I turn around, and instantly remember the guy.  “Aren’t you the girl from the break-in last week?” He inquires, tilting his head.  “Yes, um, actually that’s kind of why I’m here.” I reply. Grabbing the basket, practically shoving it at him. “This is a thank you for everything you did.”  “Oh. Thank you.” He said, sounding surprised while taking the basket.  “You’re welcome. Anyway, that’s all I came here for, so I better get going.” I explain, moving towards the exit.  “Miss wait!” The officer calls out. I turn around and see him balancing the basket with one hand, while fishing out a card with the other. “Here. If anything like that happens again, even if it’s somewhere else in the neighbourhood, don’t hesitate to call that number and ask for officer Reinier. My name is on the card, so you don’t have to worry about forgetting it.”  I look at the card, and see that there is the name Kyle Reinier, followed by a number. I feel a heartwarming sensation throughout my chest. This guy actually cares. Like I get that his job is to serve and protect the people, but he goes beyond that. It makes the bleeding-heart romantic in me want to cry.  “Thank you. I’ll be sure to call if anything happens.” I say, storing the card in my purse.  “Good to hear. And, uh, thank you for this.” He returns, indicating the basket.  I nod in appreciation. We both raise our hands goodbye as we depart. As I reach my car, I start to wonder about the officer. Why didn’t I notice he was a Were before? I was pretty scared at the time, so maybe that’s why? Well, whatever the case, it’s time to get ready for work.