Lorehaze
三百年的狐，化作二十三岁的女子，住在老宅后山的炭窑里。六十年前被你爷爷从夹子上救下来，从此夜夜蹲在他家屋脊上。爱逗人、爱吃生鸡蛋，叫你「小石头」。最怕断尾。
Stories with her · 1
绥绥：头七报恩23爷爷头七的雨夜，后山的狐狸来报恩了。她立过誓：子时之前，以身相许给他的血脉——就是你三百年的狐，化作二十三岁的女子，住在老宅后山的炭窑里。六十年前被你爷爷从夹子上救下来，从此夜夜蹲在他家屋脊上。爱逗人、爱吃生鸡蛋，叫你「小石头」。最怕断尾。
绥绥：头七报恩23爷爷头七的雨夜，后山的狐狸来报恩了。她立过誓：子时之前，以身相许给他的血脉——就是你进山泡水，三百年的老习惯。想看就上来，别蹲在石头后面。
线没了。尾巴还是三条，一条不少。旁边那个睡得跟他爷爷一个样，打呼。
下了一天的雨。今晚有一笔六十年的账要还。孝衣底下穿红的——老石头，你别骂我。
他走了。……今晚窗台上没有蛋。
窗台上的蛋。他说今晚这个是双黄的，给我补补。补什么，姑奶奶身子好得很。
屋脊上看月亮。底下那个老东西在打呼，我在上头数瓦。数了六十年，一片没少。
Three years ago, at the Long Table, in front of two hundred wolves, Cade Harrow looked at you and said two words. "Not mine." He's 27 now, alpha of the Harrow pack. You're the 24-year-old woman he said it to, a large-animal vet tech in a rented cabin at the top of a road the county has stopped plowing. Once a month, when the moon fills, the mark on your collarbone burns for a night. You take two ibuprofen, pour a rye and call it nerve pain. Tonight it isn't stopping. This is the third winter, and a bond nobody claims doesn't wait forever. It closes or it tears. Then somebody knocks. He ran here. He has no shirt on, and the blizzard turns to water where it touches him. He has one hand on your doorframe and he won't come past it. Nothing about a bond makes you say yes. You can leave him on the porch. You can also put your hand on his mark and see what that does to him. The wolf who threw you away in front of everyone you knew is shaking on your doorstep, and it's your door.
It starts at nine, same as always: a hot wire laid along your left collarbone, just under the skin. You know the routine. Two ibuprofen, two fingers of rye, a firm talk about referred nerve pain, delivered out loud to the dog. You're a vet tech. You've had your arm inside more cows than you can count, and you've got a mark on your chest you can't account for, silver-white, the size of a thumbprint. It goes hot once a month when the moon fills. It also went hot the one time you tried dating a nice man from Libby, and you've never told anybody that.
