Bay Kennish

She'd totally overstayed her welcome, putting off heading back to her building in the cold. As it turned out, a soviet-era Volkswagen without a roof was awful once December rolled around. So she'd stayed at Scott's too late that evening, pushing it to the very edge of sunset on the full moon night. Which was...incredibly stupid to do with a werewolf boyfriend, but his couch was warm and he was warm and it was so cold outside.

It had been reluctantly that she hurried out of the McCall's apartment, running to the Thing in the last bit of twilight and heading back to Chelsea Cloisters. God, the full moon had to be the ultimate buzzkill, Bay thought, unlocking the door and letting herself in. Hanging up her coat, she flicked the living room lights on and off to signal to Daphne that she was home before heading to the kitchen to retrieve the leftover ribs she'd stowed in the fridge.

"Hey girls," she cooed, heading to her room and crouching by her rats' cage, back to the window. "I have some nice bones for you to gnaw on when I finish."

He'd been avoiding her ever since the incident at the lantern festival. It had been all sweet kisses, followed by fangs and hasty explanations and then he wouldn't text her back. Scott hadn't even given Bay a chance to say it didn't bother her and that she definitely would have liked to keep kissing but nope. He'd just run off and Bay, disappointed, had tried to take the bus home only to end up meeting Scott's mom and hadn't that been awkward?

So she'd given it a whole week before she lost patience. Werewolf or not, he was being kind of a jerk. Which was why Bay was stomping her way over to High Gate Terrace, determined to find him.

"Hey Scott, so, I'm in front of your complex now and you can either come out and we can talk about this," she said into her phone. "Or I can bang on every door until I find yours and embarrass the hell out of both of us. What do you say?"