it, letting the strength of one arm, and an old Oak, hold him up.
In crinos.
Covered in blood. Raw wounds. Fresh.
At first I was in too much shock to move. Then too horrified...for him. When I got my legs to work, and started toward him, I had a sudden thought. Had he fought with Daddy? That made me pause.
His gaze narrowed. He knew what I was thinking.
My eyes went over him. The gashes were deep. Cat strikes. The claw marks were unmistakable.
“Oh, Bark...” Bile rose inside my throat.
He waited for me to ask about Daddy. Or to say something more. Truth? I didn’t want to know. I’d faced enough honesty for a lifetime.
Had a new take on that. Maybe all that lying my family had done wasn’t so bad after all. I mean, if it was to stop me from feeling--
Bark closed his eyes. Pain? Blood dribbled, the wounds were so fresh. He whispered, as if completely out of strength. “Lie to me, Le,” and he fell forward, landing at my feet.
Of course, I scrambled backward, so he wouldn’t take me down, too, before I dropped to my knees, saying, “Oh, Gaia. Oh, Gaia. Bark!”
He groaned, trying to push himself up. I was pulling, trying to roll him over. Together, we managed to get him on his side. The fall caused blood to pool in small, fist-sized puddles. I didn’t know where to touch him, without hurting him.
“Oh, Bark. Bark.” I kept repeating his name. “I’m so sorry.”
I kissed his face, rather desperately. Squeezed my cheek to his temple. Realized he was partially shifting beneath me. The minute he started to morph, he whined in pain.
That set me off on a whole new set of ‘Oh, Bark. I’m so sorrys’.
His head fell, tiredly, resting on my bare knees. I swear, I thought he was dying. Almost dead. His eyes closed. He let out a groan.
I smoothed my fingers through his hair. Dropped another kiss. Arched over him. That’s one of the great things about being a cat. We’re very limber. Able to do things that seem--
Very poignant, that touching moment. Losing him.
That heart I thought had been broken in two by Daddy?
Shattered.
I don’t know how long I leaned over him, stroking his head, kissing his temple, whispering how much I loved him, begging him not to die--sure that he was in the grasp of death already.
So, it was a bit of a shock when he moved, with another groan, and looked up at me--yes, with a wolfish grin--to say, “I died and went to heaven, right?”
Straightening my back, lifting my hand without thinking, I blinked. “What?”
I hadn’t processed that he was reviving, not dying.
That son of a bitch’s tongue flicked out...licking my fur in a devilish swoop, and he rolled nose first into my thighs, muttering, “Don’t move, Le.”
To say I was too stunned at first to think...?
Master Tongue reached into me, lapped, slipped right into the folds of my womanhood and then rumbled from his chest.
I put my hands on the side of his face, but didn’t pull him up. It felt too good to make him quit. I did say, “Gaia. You are such a dog.”
Epilogue
We never went back. How could we?
His pack would have killed him--for bringing on the war--because he was chasing pussy, literally.
And you know how things are with my--well, you know.
Doesn’t mean I don’t think about them, or worry, or wonder what they do for entertainment these days, without me to chase around.
I did find out what Bark had been doing in the lane that night we met. Said he’d got a tip about an embezzler. I guess Wolf Enterprises has internal problems. He wanted to go back and fix them, but?
He’s got a brother, Mark. And he’s pretty confident that he’ll come home and take care of things, figure out the mess he
In crinos.
Covered in blood. Raw wounds. Fresh.
At first I was in too much shock to move. Then too horrified...for him. When I got my legs to work, and started toward him, I had a sudden thought. Had he fought with Daddy? That made me pause.
His gaze narrowed. He knew what I was thinking.
My eyes went over him. The gashes were deep. Cat strikes. The claw marks were unmistakable.
“Oh, Bark...” Bile rose inside my throat.
He waited for me to ask about Daddy. Or to say something more. Truth? I didn’t want to know. I’d faced enough honesty for a lifetime.
Had a new take on that. Maybe all that lying my family had done wasn’t so bad after all. I mean, if it was to stop me from feeling--
Bark closed his eyes. Pain? Blood dribbled, the wounds were so fresh. He whispered, as if completely out of strength. “Lie to me, Le,” and he fell forward, landing at my feet.
Of course, I scrambled backward, so he wouldn’t take me down, too, before I dropped to my knees, saying, “Oh, Gaia. Oh, Gaia. Bark!”
He groaned, trying to push himself up. I was pulling, trying to roll him over. Together, we managed to get him on his side. The fall caused blood to pool in small, fist-sized puddles. I didn’t know where to touch him, without hurting him.
“Oh, Bark. Bark.” I kept repeating his name. “I’m so sorry.”
I kissed his face, rather desperately. Squeezed my cheek to his temple. Realized he was partially shifting beneath me. The minute he started to morph, he whined in pain.
That set me off on a whole new set of ‘Oh, Bark. I’m so sorrys’.
His head fell, tiredly, resting on my bare knees. I swear, I thought he was dying. Almost dead. His eyes closed. He let out a groan.
I smoothed my fingers through his hair. Dropped another kiss. Arched over him. That’s one of the great things about being a cat. We’re very limber. Able to do things that seem--
Very poignant, that touching moment. Losing him.
That heart I thought had been broken in two by Daddy?
Shattered.
I don’t know how long I leaned over him, stroking his head, kissing his temple, whispering how much I loved him, begging him not to die--sure that he was in the grasp of death already.
So, it was a bit of a shock when he moved, with another groan, and looked up at me--yes, with a wolfish grin--to say, “I died and went to heaven, right?”
Straightening my back, lifting my hand without thinking, I blinked. “What?”
I hadn’t processed that he was reviving, not dying.
That son of a bitch’s tongue flicked out...licking my fur in a devilish swoop, and he rolled nose first into my thighs, muttering, “Don’t move, Le.”
To say I was too stunned at first to think...?
Master Tongue reached into me, lapped, slipped right into the folds of my womanhood and then rumbled from his chest.
I put my hands on the side of his face, but didn’t pull him up. It felt too good to make him quit. I did say, “Gaia. You are such a dog.”
Epilogue
We never went back. How could we?
His pack would have killed him--for bringing on the war--because he was chasing pussy, literally.
And you know how things are with my--well, you know.
Doesn’t mean I don’t think about them, or worry, or wonder what they do for entertainment these days, without me to chase around.
I did find out what Bark had been doing in the lane that night we met. Said he’d got a tip about an embezzler. I guess Wolf Enterprises has internal problems. He wanted to go back and fix them, but?
He’s got a brother, Mark. And he’s pretty confident that he’ll come home and take care of things, figure out the mess he
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