his lips to my ear and said, “Get ready to roll.”
To tell you the truth, I was calculating my ability to throw them off.
Fera said, “You’re not that strong.”
I grunted, “Don’t roll me like this.”
“I’ll rip your--”
Hood rolled us.
I had to do one of those hump jumps to get off them and onto my feet. Fera leaped into their fray and I watched them go back and forth, wondering what the hell kind of after-play they called that. But, eventually, they had Hood down.
Huffing and puffing over the top of him, they said, in unison, “Tell her.”
He howled.
And that had me curious. I snuck closer, dropped near his head, and asked, “Tell me what?”
It was all they could do to hold him down. Jack was getting tired, I think, because he blurted, “He loves you.”
So, no girl would really like to have a guy tortured just so he’ll say he loves her. Okay, maybe. And it’s true that any guy who needs to be held down so he will say the words deserves to be tortured.
But it came from Jack, so I backed up, whispered, “That’s not funny,” and took off.
I heard swearing from all three of them, and howling as they came after me. Call me stupid. I made a beeline for Lobos. Not the tunnel, either. Straight to the friggin’ front door.
No common sense at all. None whatsoever.
Fortunately, it was late, and only garou were on the premises. They lock it down more on the full moon phase, clear the place out early.
The doorman saw me coming, and I swear to God, he had that door open and waiting. It was that, or have me claw him open later. I think he knew that a crinos, chased by more crinos, were not really ones you wanted to piss off. I heard him mutter, “Damn unnaturals,” as I went past and leaped into the open elevator. Before the doors closed, though, he apologized to Hood. “I didn’t realize it was--”
I heard his body hit the glass and a gurgling noise before the lift went up.
I couldn’t breathe. The thing was too tight. Thank God it moved swiftly. I bounded out on habitat level, let out a howl and a squalling “I’m gonna kill something!”
You can’t yell stuff like that just anywhere these days. It’s very liberating.
Next thing I heard was an answering, “Who was that?”
And male howls all around. They smelled me. They recognized my scent. They’d been waiting for me? Or hoping for me?
Chapter Eleven
I wanted to do them all. No. That’s not exactly true. I craved for Hood to come in and find them all over me. See how crinos makes no sense? I wanted nothing more than Hood to agonize over me. That’s what I really wanted.
Remember, in habitat, anything goes. But on a full moon night, the unnaturals rule. The garou who stay in, stay in so they can have an excuse to take out the unnaturals protected by Lobos--but they know it’ll take cunning.
A lone wolf is a dead wolf on a full moon night.
Announcing that I was alone was nothing more than inviting it all. Ravishment. Possible death. I didn’t care. That’s the point. In crinos, insanity takes over.
But at least in habitat, you know there are no real innocents among the garou. They’ve all killed something. You can justify, if you need to.
The minute my cry went up, the unnatural pack came for me. They knew they needed to protect. Ya know?
My ears were up, and I was leaping, like a great fool, from rock to higher rock, howling. Kind of funny, if you think about it. Thank Jack for pointing that out to me later. So I promised him I wouldn’t do it again.
The scramble of pebbles, the kick of dust in the air, followed me up. Not that anyone would have doubted where I was. I was making enough noise to wake the world.
Good
To tell you the truth, I was calculating my ability to throw them off.
Fera said, “You’re not that strong.”
I grunted, “Don’t roll me like this.”
“I’ll rip your--”
Hood rolled us.
I had to do one of those hump jumps to get off them and onto my feet. Fera leaped into their fray and I watched them go back and forth, wondering what the hell kind of after-play they called that. But, eventually, they had Hood down.
Huffing and puffing over the top of him, they said, in unison, “Tell her.”
He howled.
And that had me curious. I snuck closer, dropped near his head, and asked, “Tell me what?”
It was all they could do to hold him down. Jack was getting tired, I think, because he blurted, “He loves you.”
So, no girl would really like to have a guy tortured just so he’ll say he loves her. Okay, maybe. And it’s true that any guy who needs to be held down so he will say the words deserves to be tortured.
But it came from Jack, so I backed up, whispered, “That’s not funny,” and took off.
I heard swearing from all three of them, and howling as they came after me. Call me stupid. I made a beeline for Lobos. Not the tunnel, either. Straight to the friggin’ front door.
No common sense at all. None whatsoever.
Fortunately, it was late, and only garou were on the premises. They lock it down more on the full moon phase, clear the place out early.
The doorman saw me coming, and I swear to God, he had that door open and waiting. It was that, or have me claw him open later. I think he knew that a crinos, chased by more crinos, were not really ones you wanted to piss off. I heard him mutter, “Damn unnaturals,” as I went past and leaped into the open elevator. Before the doors closed, though, he apologized to Hood. “I didn’t realize it was--”
I heard his body hit the glass and a gurgling noise before the lift went up.
I couldn’t breathe. The thing was too tight. Thank God it moved swiftly. I bounded out on habitat level, let out a howl and a squalling “I’m gonna kill something!”
You can’t yell stuff like that just anywhere these days. It’s very liberating.
Next thing I heard was an answering, “Who was that?”
And male howls all around. They smelled me. They recognized my scent. They’d been waiting for me? Or hoping for me?
Chapter Eleven
I wanted to do them all. No. That’s not exactly true. I craved for Hood to come in and find them all over me. See how crinos makes no sense? I wanted nothing more than Hood to agonize over me. That’s what I really wanted.
Remember, in habitat, anything goes. But on a full moon night, the unnaturals rule. The garou who stay in, stay in so they can have an excuse to take out the unnaturals protected by Lobos--but they know it’ll take cunning.
A lone wolf is a dead wolf on a full moon night.
Announcing that I was alone was nothing more than inviting it all. Ravishment. Possible death. I didn’t care. That’s the point. In crinos, insanity takes over.
But at least in habitat, you know there are no real innocents among the garou. They’ve all killed something. You can justify, if you need to.
The minute my cry went up, the unnatural pack came for me. They knew they needed to protect. Ya know?
My ears were up, and I was leaping, like a great fool, from rock to higher rock, howling. Kind of funny, if you think about it. Thank Jack for pointing that out to me later. So I promised him I wouldn’t do it again.
The scramble of pebbles, the kick of dust in the air, followed me up. Not that anyone would have doubted where I was. I was making enough noise to wake the world.
Good
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