Alright let me start off by saying that many of the people in these stories were my ex-mates. I have had an extremely active sex life seeing as I am a purebred who’s line goes back to one of Lycaon’s children. However we aren’t here to talk about me we’re here to talk essentially about what cost my exes in some cases their lives and in others only their jobs.

So let’s start in New York. A French Lycan by the name of Jacque Leon worked for Chase Bank as a teller. This man I dated for around three years. He broke up with me for reasons that I shall not mention. So, what cost him his job? He changed in a public place. Let’s see the events unfold, shall we:

“Hello madam, how may I be of service to you today?” Jacque greeted his umpteenth character of the day. His patience had been cut short from dealing with so many arrogant people, walking like they owned the world. It really was unfortunate that today of all days was a Monday. Those were the worst because then he had to deal with so many more customers than other days of the week. His frustration was making his blood boil at this point but he didn’t want to and couldn’t excuse himself from the main counter. So he reluctantly started helping this customer whilst his fangs became more and more apparent.

“Yes, can I please make a withdrawal?” The customer asked politely with an arrogant air to her voice. She was a tall, skinny woman of maybe sixty and had on a literal gown which had to be a minimum of 5 figures in price. She had a long flat face with a long, beak like nose and could honestly have used a lip wax.

“You may, madam. Can I please have the account number?” Jacque proceeded to be as polite as he could possibly put on for the sake of the customer.

“Of course, sir. The account number is XX-XXX-XXX-XXX-XXX ¹.” The customer recited. Jacque put the number in the computer and gawked at the balance: US$380,986,153.23. It was at this time that the customer finally noticed Jacque’s fangs, and she chose to drop her arrogant politeness and instead opted for frightfully shouting, “HOLY FLYING FUCKMONKEYS! HE’S A FUCKING LYCAN!”

Jacque jumped at that. He put his hand to his face and he felt his giant fangs. “Fuck!” he said and fled from his teller booth. He ran out of the booth and into the employee lounge and into the bathroom.

“Jacque, as-tu un problème?”[Jacque, do you have a problem?] one of Jacque’s friends asked. He was French-Canadian and had moved across the border to find a job.

“Oui! Je suis désolé! J’ai eu un problème.”[Yes. I had a problem.] He answered as he tried to take deep breaths to calm himself and allow himself to calm down. As his teeth returned to normal he stepped out of the restroom and looked at his friend. “N’allez pas là-dedans!” [Don't go in there.]

“Oh, Merde! Tu devrais rentrer chez toi!” [Oh Shit! Go home.] Jacque’s friend responded.

“Oui, Charles! Jusqu’à demain matin! ” [Yes, Charles! See you tomorrow morning.]

Jacque asked Charles (pr. Sharl) to finish the transaction with his customer ant then left the building knowing he most likely wouldn’t have a job in the morning.

***

“You ready for work, Love?” I asked.

“I am” he said reluctantly. He looked at me as he was about to leave the room. “I changed in front of everyone yesterday morning. I don’t think I’ll have a job by the end of the day today. Even if I do I’ll never get anywhere. Fucking Weres’ve ruined it for everyone. Goddammit!”

“I’ll still be here for you, hun. I’ll always be here for you.”

Jacque walked up to me and put his hand to my cheek, “Je t’adore, mon amour. ” [I adore you, my love.] He replied. Then, he turned grabbed his bag and coat and walked out of our apartment. With this man I was going to ask for life-mate status from the pack. This man truly was a shining light among the pitch black of hate we dealt with on a daily basis. However he couldn’t control his emotions well enough to not turn in public on occasion.

***

“Seriously, man? I thought that you had said that there wasn’t a history of mystical lycanthropy in your family. Is that not true? I mean you stand in front of me after a customer clearly saw you mid-change. She has no serious drugs or pharmaceuticals in her blood work, which also shows a stable blood sugar and no trace levels of any poisons with hallucinogenic properties. She wasn’t hallucinating. You’re a fucking lycan. And you lied on your paperwork. I should fire you, mutt; I really should.”

“Sir. If you give me a chance, I can show you that I am not a dire. I am not beholden to the wolf. I am part of the USRLP and have been a Lycan since I was fifteen. There is no mystical Lycanthropy in my family. I was bitten not born. I will go to anger management, take classes, whatever you need me to do, I will do it.”

“Jacque, I’m giving you another chance. However, you and your mate really need to work on your anger issues.”

“Thank you sir. I won’t let you down.” Jacque promised. He left the office and thanked whatever gods may be. After the meeting with his boss he went to the employee lounge and waited for his shift to start.

***

Your probably wondering why he hasn’t gotten fired yet. Well was that a change? No, no it was not. The company he worked for actually had instantiated a three-strike policy dealing with changing while on the job, when the Lycans made themselves known to the world. This was strike one. His job of course was taxing and so it wasn’t long before he was given strike two and was removed from the customer service area of the bank. This is where we will return to our story and this is what I mean when I say change.

***

Six months after Jacque’s last change, he was on his way up from the basement where the safe was. He was carrying a stack of documents he had just gotten done sorting. It was when he turned the corner and ran into an intern that he lost it.

"Merde! ³" Jacque shouted. All of the paperwork was strewn all over the ground. He glared at the intern with such a look of displeasure that the intern couldn't help himself but run scared (little advice from me to any human reading this: never run from a lycan, whether or not he's transformed.)

Naturally seeing something running away from him, Jacque gave chase. As he ran he transformed. I'd like to say that it is a beautiful thing to watch, but it's not. In fact a lycan transformation is quite terrifying. So as he transformed his coworkers and the man whom he was giving chase became frightened. However, they needed not fear Jacque, for while he was indeed a terrifying lycan, he was as harmless as a puppy. Well, a puppy with a eight inch long fangs and three inch long incisors.

By the time Jacque realized what he was doing, it was already too late. He was already in the atrium of the bank. 'Fuck, looks like I'm out of a job' he thought. He whined and slowly changed back. His nudity in the fore of his mind as a Hunter came up from behind and draped a trench coat over his shoulders and walked him to a bench to sit down.

"Thank you. So I'm fucked, am I not?" Jacque asked the Hunter.

"Nay. You lost your job, that's all. You showed that you're a lycan publicly, a lycan, not the other two. You haven't killed an innocent; therefore all I can say is that I am sorry about your job."

***

“Do you just not care? Is this a joke to you? Do you think I like having to fire one of my best workers just because he can’t fucking handle his temper? That’s all this is, right? You aren’t able to handle your temper, thus you turn. Because of this I’m going to have to let you go. It’s fucking stupid and I wish it weren’t this way, but you are a fucking lycan and every time you are seen by customers we lose accounts. I’m not joking. We lost twenty accounts after your first change, another thirty after the incident half a year ago. We’ll likely lose more after the fact that this was a full change, too.” Jacque’s boss lectured to him after he’d been properly dressed.

“All I can say is that I wish it weren’t so. However, I cannot change the past and can only look toward the future. I will miss all of you. Goodbye, sir.” Replied my mate.