Two-Dog Nights

“Hey, look. That’s Beth’s business. All I’m gonna say is that things weren’t so… um. I don’t want to say “bitchy” because of this particular context, but it’s the best term. Things weren’t so bitchy before she had her little falling out."

Saul Jackson, Freehold Attorney

“You’re such an asshole.”

Bethany Wolfe, Sheriff of the Freehold of Las Vegas, to several people. Most recently Ondrej Gmeur

“I didn’t know. I was just trying to help!”

Ondrej Gmeur, unwitting “asshole.”

Secrets are pretty commonplace among the Lost, of course. There are exactly zero Changelings still walking the streets of Las Vegas that aren’t hiding something from at least some other people. Those are your normal secrets.

Open secrets are more delicate. Everyone (or most people) know about them, but they don’t talk about it. This is one of them. It’s pretty prosaic at its core, really, but the fact that neither party talks much about it has lead to plenty of gossip and speculation. Here it is:

For a long time, more than five years, Bethany Wolfe and John Coyote had a very close, intimate relationship. Not just a professional one, either. But in the late 1980’s, when a whole lot of shit went down in Las Vegas, she abruptly broke it off and refused to say why. She always seems sadder about it than Coyote, but that’s just because Coyote’s a fucking enigma most of the time. Anyone who’s seen Wolfe after she’s been drinking at a party with all four monarchs sees the way she looks at him. The way she still longs for how things used to be. Maybe she still loves him, or maybe she’s just hurt and confused. Then she swallows another neat whiskey and goes to find someone to take it out on.

Two-Dog Nights

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