eyes, willed myself to shift to lupus. In that form, I felt a certain sense of control. I needed to shed my newfound vulnerability before it got me gang-raped...by a bunch of damn mangy wolves.
They circled closer. I cowered more--behind Jack, under the water.
I asked, “You think the others are near, too?” My mind hadn’t even begun to address the fact that Jack seemed to know who was out there.
“Probably on their way. I think that was the overall plan, anyway.”
I assumed he’d just worded it funny. Like, it was obvious that they were all chasing us, and if the losers had caught up, then surely the others would, too. That did seem to stand to reason.
“I guess you’re right. We probably wasted too much time here.”
Jack didn’t say anything to that, but I felt tension rolling off him. I figured it was our company.
That’s when I spotted Mr. Vocal, the loser that had stopped me from leaving Pack City’s perimeter the night before. I specifically recall thinking that if he’d let me out then, none of that chase would have happened, or so I told myself. The impending embarrassment would not be hanging over us.
That stupid wolf seemed happy. A little too happy. His tongue lolled, and slobber dripped, but he sat on his haunches from a fair distance.
Jack said, “Go away. You’ve done your job. Twice now. I’d say that it won’t go unappreciated.”
Mr. Vocal shook his head. “Don’t think so.”
I whispered, “In human, we can’t outrun them. And we can’t fight that many. Not like this.”
“I’m a lover, not a fighter, or hadn’t you noticed?” Jack had cleaned himself, spent a few minutes posturing protectively in front of me, made that smug, mind-numbing comment, and then, like a fool, stomped out of the water. I wasn’t sure if I should go or stay. The water seemed colder without him warming it, but it made me feel like my core was protected. I stayed put.
“Get!” Jack waved an arm like he was talking to bad dogs, not speaking, thinking creatures.
They thought it was funny, that was obvious. And, honestly, it was, a little. But I had to wonder where he got his nerve from, all naked like that, manly, but no match for wolves, let alone werewolves.
“Honor is a crooked thing, don’t you think?” Mr. Vocal stretched out onto his belly, as if he planned to stay and watch us for a long time.
“What’s he talking about?” I asked Jack. I don’t know why I thought he’d know.
“Some say there is no honor among the degenerates of society.” Jack didn’t seem to be worried, much, about the intrusion. That had me tipping my head, watching closely, wondering, what the hell? Was he trying to hypnotize Mr. Vocal--in a way I couldn’t see? Or did he really not seem concerned about the audience we had?
The wolf clucked his tongue. “Come now.” And that very short phrase set all the dogs into hoarse laughter. Apparently pleased with himself, Mr. Vocal added, “Show us your manly honor.”
I’m sure we all looked at Jack’s cock. There was enough honor in that not-so-little tool to keep me happy for a lifetime.
Jack shook his head. He also put his hands on his hips. Despite the fact that he had looked at his shaft, too, he said, “I don’t think I want to examine myself in front of--you.”
“You were more than willing to make the deal when your life was at stake.”
Jack’s spine hardened. I remember thinking, he’s very tall, a lot taller than me. Has a great back. Yeah. I was having a little trouble getting my mind off sex. And the idea that the loser had philosophical thoughts, or riddles--that meant anything to me, just made my mind spin.
I asked, “What’s he talking about?”
“I’m talking about a deal we made with the unnatural.”
“What do you mean, a
They circled closer. I cowered more--behind Jack, under the water.
I asked, “You think the others are near, too?” My mind hadn’t even begun to address the fact that Jack seemed to know who was out there.
“Probably on their way. I think that was the overall plan, anyway.”
I assumed he’d just worded it funny. Like, it was obvious that they were all chasing us, and if the losers had caught up, then surely the others would, too. That did seem to stand to reason.
“I guess you’re right. We probably wasted too much time here.”
Jack didn’t say anything to that, but I felt tension rolling off him. I figured it was our company.
That’s when I spotted Mr. Vocal, the loser that had stopped me from leaving Pack City’s perimeter the night before. I specifically recall thinking that if he’d let me out then, none of that chase would have happened, or so I told myself. The impending embarrassment would not be hanging over us.
That stupid wolf seemed happy. A little too happy. His tongue lolled, and slobber dripped, but he sat on his haunches from a fair distance.
Jack said, “Go away. You’ve done your job. Twice now. I’d say that it won’t go unappreciated.”
Mr. Vocal shook his head. “Don’t think so.”
I whispered, “In human, we can’t outrun them. And we can’t fight that many. Not like this.”
“I’m a lover, not a fighter, or hadn’t you noticed?” Jack had cleaned himself, spent a few minutes posturing protectively in front of me, made that smug, mind-numbing comment, and then, like a fool, stomped out of the water. I wasn’t sure if I should go or stay. The water seemed colder without him warming it, but it made me feel like my core was protected. I stayed put.
“Get!” Jack waved an arm like he was talking to bad dogs, not speaking, thinking creatures.
They thought it was funny, that was obvious. And, honestly, it was, a little. But I had to wonder where he got his nerve from, all naked like that, manly, but no match for wolves, let alone werewolves.
“Honor is a crooked thing, don’t you think?” Mr. Vocal stretched out onto his belly, as if he planned to stay and watch us for a long time.
“What’s he talking about?” I asked Jack. I don’t know why I thought he’d know.
“Some say there is no honor among the degenerates of society.” Jack didn’t seem to be worried, much, about the intrusion. That had me tipping my head, watching closely, wondering, what the hell? Was he trying to hypnotize Mr. Vocal--in a way I couldn’t see? Or did he really not seem concerned about the audience we had?
The wolf clucked his tongue. “Come now.” And that very short phrase set all the dogs into hoarse laughter. Apparently pleased with himself, Mr. Vocal added, “Show us your manly honor.”
I’m sure we all looked at Jack’s cock. There was enough honor in that not-so-little tool to keep me happy for a lifetime.
Jack shook his head. He also put his hands on his hips. Despite the fact that he had looked at his shaft, too, he said, “I don’t think I want to examine myself in front of--you.”
“You were more than willing to make the deal when your life was at stake.”
Jack’s spine hardened. I remember thinking, he’s very tall, a lot taller than me. Has a great back. Yeah. I was having a little trouble getting my mind off sex. And the idea that the loser had philosophical thoughts, or riddles--that meant anything to me, just made my mind spin.
I asked, “What’s he talking about?”
“I’m talking about a deal we made with the unnatural.”
“What do you mean, a
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