Éponine sweeps the dirt from the bar floor out into the open Paris street. Her parents are still sleeping getting ready for the full moon that night. Éponine should be getting her rest to, but she had work to do. She catches a whiff of something not right in the street. It is not human, not animal, and not pack. Two boys stand across the street leaning against the wall. One wears all black with a leather jacket and a red pageboy cap. The other wears pastels and flower plants. They flash golden eyes at her. She walks up to them.
"What the hell are you fools doing here? You're not in the pack of Patron Minette. They do not take kindly to strangers in these parts," She tells the two strange boys.
"We're spies. We're spying. Alpha's orders," Red Hat replies.
"Well, find your Alpha and tell him to get the hell out of Paris if his pack wants to live. Patron Minette do not waste time with courtesy. They will slit your throats as you sleep without a second thought," Éponine dictates.
"Why are you telling us this, mademoiselle?" Flower Boy asks, "If you are part of Patron Minette, and you are, why are you not ripping our throats out? Thank you for not killing us, by the way."
"I have my reasons," She says curtly, "Now run along like good little werepups and tell your Alpha of what I said."
"Not unless you come with us," Red Hat says. Flower Boy looks at him sideways as if a demon is possessing his friend.
"Why?" She demands.
"For shits and giggles. Because of reasons," He replies, nonchalant, "Because our Alpha is sexy, and you should see him. Because I want to see how many men you can knock to their asses with one word. Because life is short, and you are hot. Shits and giggles, really."
"Fine. I will come. Give me one moment," She dashes inside, and changes into clean clothes that hide her knives well. Though if worst comes to worst, the fight will be with claws and teeth, not knives and fists.