HIS BACON SUNDAE
WEREWOLF
Wolves of New Haven, 4
Angelique Voisen
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
The trail ended
here, at the sleepy little town of New Haven. With his car parked by the side
of the road, Jules Gutierrez lowered his windows to let out the smell of
cigarettes and take-out. He inhaled a lungful of fresh air and sighed. The refreshing smell of pine caressed his nostrils and he let
his eyes devour the picturesque view. Two towering straight rows of pine trees
and oaks lined the wide-swept road that led to New Haven, and beyond them rose the breathtaking Blue Mountains the town was famous
for.
For a moment,
Jules imagined what it was like running through those uncharted woods on four
legs with his mate by his side and the wind caressing their fur. After the run,
he imagined lying down on an untouched bed of freshly fallen autumn leaves with
Cole’s rough unshaven cheek pressed against his neck while his fingers drew
lazy circles on his mate’s bare chest.
Then grief would
rip out his still-beating heart and he’d remember that Cole was dead. Murdered with no ounce of finesse, like an animal in a
slaughterhouse. Cole was the reason why Jules had been unable to sleep
and why he’d always been on the move. Why he was in New Haven in the first
place.
“Sorry quaint
little New Haven, you’re just about to get dirty and smudged with the outside
world’s ugliness.”
Jules tore his
eyes from the view and turned his attention to his lunch. He finished his
take-out burger in three bites. Like always, most food tasted like paper in his
mouth no matter how much he ate. Jules was a sensory deprived man these days,
only able to comprehend a limited scope of a world once filled with sensations.
After Cole died,
he felt like he was a dead man walking, a man deprived of purpose. As a wolf,
it was only right to follow his mate into death once Cole died. Once he found a
couple of murder scenes too similar to Cole’s around the area where he lived
however, he found a new purpose. Even if chasing after that purpose would lead
to his death, Jules really wasn’t complaining. There was nothing else to live
for after his work was done.
He took a fistful
of fries from his take-out bag, licked the grease off his fingers and worked on
the burger chain’s new ingenious invention—a bacon sundae. Most food tasted
little better than cardboard to him, but not this bacon sundae. The combination
of grease and vanilla sweetness hit and ensnared his senses immediately, leaving
nothing to the imagination. Jules finished it off in mere seconds.
With his stomach
settled, Jules drove into town. New Haven wasn’t particularly big or small, but
somewhere in between. There was the main town center, a couple of residential
blocks and a park near the rail system that connected New Haven to the rest of
the Quad-city areas.
A contact had
already set him up with a cheap one-bedroom space to rent out and he’d already
gotten a temporary gig working security at the local hospital. Jules didn’t
think he’d be staying long, but he couldn’t afford to be sloppy either. He’d
chased Cole’s killer relentlessly across the West Cities, but due to careless
mishaps, they’d almost always—but never truly—crossed paths.
He better be ready, because I’m going to tear him apart.
It was no longer a
rage-filled thought, but a tired one. Even his metaphysical wolf sat worn-out inside him, burned from restless
days and and sleepless nights . A sign caught his eye as he
drove through the main town center. A simple single-floor brick building with a
Weight Losers banner hung above the front door. Jules parked by the curb and
got out.
Gone were the days
where he kept himself in top shape for Cole. If he wanted a shot at his dead
mate’s killer, he had to be on some level of fitness at least. Sharpen both his
mind and body. Being in the program would also keep his mind off things he’d
rather not
WEREWOLF
Wolves of New Haven, 4
Angelique Voisen
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
The trail ended
here, at the sleepy little town of New Haven. With his car parked by the side
of the road, Jules Gutierrez lowered his windows to let out the smell of
cigarettes and take-out. He inhaled a lungful of fresh air and sighed. The refreshing smell of pine caressed his nostrils and he let
his eyes devour the picturesque view. Two towering straight rows of pine trees
and oaks lined the wide-swept road that led to New Haven, and beyond them rose the breathtaking Blue Mountains the town was famous
for.
For a moment,
Jules imagined what it was like running through those uncharted woods on four
legs with his mate by his side and the wind caressing their fur. After the run,
he imagined lying down on an untouched bed of freshly fallen autumn leaves with
Cole’s rough unshaven cheek pressed against his neck while his fingers drew
lazy circles on his mate’s bare chest.
Then grief would
rip out his still-beating heart and he’d remember that Cole was dead. Murdered with no ounce of finesse, like an animal in a
slaughterhouse. Cole was the reason why Jules had been unable to sleep
and why he’d always been on the move. Why he was in New Haven in the first
place.
“Sorry quaint
little New Haven, you’re just about to get dirty and smudged with the outside
world’s ugliness.”
Jules tore his
eyes from the view and turned his attention to his lunch. He finished his
take-out burger in three bites. Like always, most food tasted like paper in his
mouth no matter how much he ate. Jules was a sensory deprived man these days,
only able to comprehend a limited scope of a world once filled with sensations.
After Cole died,
he felt like he was a dead man walking, a man deprived of purpose. As a wolf,
it was only right to follow his mate into death once Cole died. Once he found a
couple of murder scenes too similar to Cole’s around the area where he lived
however, he found a new purpose. Even if chasing after that purpose would lead
to his death, Jules really wasn’t complaining. There was nothing else to live
for after his work was done.
He took a fistful
of fries from his take-out bag, licked the grease off his fingers and worked on
the burger chain’s new ingenious invention—a bacon sundae. Most food tasted
little better than cardboard to him, but not this bacon sundae. The combination
of grease and vanilla sweetness hit and ensnared his senses immediately, leaving
nothing to the imagination. Jules finished it off in mere seconds.
With his stomach
settled, Jules drove into town. New Haven wasn’t particularly big or small, but
somewhere in between. There was the main town center, a couple of residential
blocks and a park near the rail system that connected New Haven to the rest of
the Quad-city areas.
A contact had
already set him up with a cheap one-bedroom space to rent out and he’d already
gotten a temporary gig working security at the local hospital. Jules didn’t
think he’d be staying long, but he couldn’t afford to be sloppy either. He’d
chased Cole’s killer relentlessly across the West Cities, but due to careless
mishaps, they’d almost always—but never truly—crossed paths.
He better be ready, because I’m going to tear him apart.
It was no longer a
rage-filled thought, but a tired one. Even his metaphysical wolf sat worn-out inside him, burned from restless
days and and sleepless nights . A sign caught his eye as he
drove through the main town center. A simple single-floor brick building with a
Weight Losers banner hung above the front door. Jules parked by the curb and
got out.
Gone were the days
where he kept himself in top shape for Cole. If he wanted a shot at his dead
mate’s killer, he had to be on some level of fitness at least. Sharpen both his
mind and body. Being in the program would also keep his mind off things he’d
rather not
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