[A/N: So I used to be a competitive bowler when I was younger if you couldn't tell. Not a highlight of my life, if you ask me. Anyway when someone requested something like this I couldn't help it. Bowling is kind of fun, I guess! Anyway, please leave some reviews!]

The growl that erupted from Chloe's chest was simply primal. A mix between a deep husk and an even deeper urge to rip someone's throat out. It wasn't one of those cute little puppy noises that she let out during a fitful sleep or even the playful one that rose from her throat each time things got a little heated during a game of foosball- no, this growl had Beca on edge for the second it pushed past the gingers lips.

The tiny brunette whipped her head up from the shoelaces that she was so enamored with. They were off-white, the deep royal blue clashed with a horrid crimson under the neon lights that shown above them. Beca never got the point of bowling shoes and tried not to think too much about how millions of other sweaty feet were in there before hers.

In fact, Beca hated bowling, to begin with. Her arm would always swing too far to the left, the large ball too heavy to do anything but press against the gutter. Loudly at that. She didn't' believe in bumpers either, because God, Chloe would never stop teasing her if she opted to slowly roll the ball towards the daunting white pins at the end of the slick lanes.

This was her girlfriend's idea. The pair had run out of date ideas a long time ago. After a few repeats, Chloe brought up the dreaded words Maybe we could try to go to 7/10. They have lots of stuff to do. It was true- the little bar/ bowling alley did have more than just this horrid sport. But Beca knew from the start she would be conned into playing a few games.

"Everything okay?" she asked, worry lacing her voice as she spoke over the sounds of balls dropping to iced flooring.

"Uh, yeah." That didn't' sound confident. Nothing about her looked okay. If the ginger had her claws out and body covered it fur her hackles would be raised to a sharp point. Deep cobalt eyes were scanning the crowds of people invested in their own games. "Everything is cool."

Beca nodded thoughtfully, Chloe wouldn't tell her a thing unless she was in immediate danger. It seems like they weren't in any peril aside from maybe a foot fungal infection. So, the smaller woman dropped in, drawing in a breath as she switched the foot that was resting against the edge of the table in front of them- her back digging into the leather couch as she laced up that grimy shoe as well.

The bowling alley wasn't like the ones she used to go to as a child. There was no black carpet with cheesy doodles etched in neon colors. Not phony pizza smell, or occasional sound of a fake slot machine rattling off its next round of coins. No, this place was almost like a club- lanes lined up next to each other and separated by a long table embossed in black.

No one was next to them now, but that was sure to change. With all you can bowl night in full swing and the only free area being to the left of the couple, it was only a matter of time until someone filled the vacant spot.

"Are we playing or what?" Chloe bumped her shoulder into her girlfriends, causing her shoe to slip as Beca's foot landed on the floor with a loud slap.

"Ow!" The girl feigned offense before standing up, hating the feeling of her socks sliding around the show. "Only if you're ready to eat shit, Beale."

"Can't," She sighed heavily, pulling herself to her feet as her eyes flashed to the monitor that already boasted their names in a deep golden yellow that stood out from the blue screen. There were ten frames- each empty as of now. "I filled up on that for breakfast."

"Gross," Beca shuddered, pushing past her girlfriend. Her name was highlighted in an even darker blue on the screen- she was up first. Her fingers found the three holes carved into a ball that was naturally salmon. It glowed brightly under the blue lights.

She squared her shoulders as she curled her toes, making sure her stance rested right at the second line of arrows painted into the grain. She took in a deep breath, trying not to focus on the eyes she felt burn a hole into the back of her head. Despite hating bowling, Beca wanted to win at the trivial sport.

With one swift movement, she took a step forward with her right foot, feeling the weight of the ball as she swung it back, struggling to keep her fingers steady and thumb pointed towards the ceiling as she held the air in her lungs. Just as she was about to release the item, she heard it again.

That animalistic growl.

The neon ball hit the lane with a thud before spinning off into the puke colored gutter. Beca turned to face the ginger who lingered by the edge of the couch. Her hands were slapped over her mouth as her eyes widened.

"Babe," Beca warned, throwing her hands up in question as she stared at the werewolf. "Really?"

"Sorry!" The perky ginger admitted, "I didn't mean to do that, really, I didn't."

Beca knew that a small smile playing at her lips. This was the same type of way Chloe got around cats- or even the occasional squirrel. But mainly- it sparked up when she felt threatened. Even if a human was getting too close to her girl, Chloe would make noises that could stop time if it had the ability to feel fear.

She knit her eyebrows together as she turned. There was no one else here- not anyone they knew anyway. Something had raised suspicion in the older woman in the middle of the bowling alley. Something the younger of the two couldn't' place.

Instead of chastising Chloe for making her miss her shot, she walked up to the girl. Her stance was rigid as Beca wrapped her fingers around her shoulders, slowly squeezing them in an act of comfort. She worked her hands down until they were wrapped around the older woman's.

"Relax, Chlo," She said, trying to calm her. "Nothing is going to hurt me, alright?"

She let the tension out of her stance a bit, lifting her chin. "Right," She nodded, darting her tongue out at the tip of the woman's nose, much to Beca's disdain, the DJ letting out a groan as she whipped her forearm against the wet mark.

"Ugh," she scrunched up her nose. "What the hell was that? You've never done that."

"Nothing," Chloe shrugged innocently, cheeks turning red as she hugged the girl close to her, enveloping her in the thick musk of lavender and mint. It was comforting to the girl as she leaned into the touch, placing her head on the woman's chest.

"Did you just mark me?" She asked in disbelief, the subtle touch trying to get Beca off the subject. This was something they had talked about before. The marking. It happened when Chloe got jealous or riled up. It was branding her in a way, claiming the girl as hers. It made both of them feel safe, no matter how simple the action was.

"What?" Chloe's voice was higher than usual as she rubbed her girlfriends back. "No!"

"you totally did," Beca pulled back a little, her hands resting right below Chloe's shoulder. "Gross! You licked my nose!"

"At least I didn't do the other thing?" Chloe said, more of a question than a statement.

"The other- Oh! OH, MY GOD."

"See," She smirked, pulling away from her girlfriend, as she sauntered up to the rack, placing her hand on the ball as Beca watched in curiosity, mouth slightly agape. "Way better than the other thing."