I stepped out into the chilly evening air and headed toward my truck, I heard a ruckus of laughs and barks. As I approached, I was shocked at what I saw. Dingo was bent over making ridiculous faces at Biscuit who was doing his best to lick his way through the window.
“I’ll never get all the drool off the door, you know that right.” I chided as I walked up.
He looked like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar and laughed. Good lord, I could never be mad at that handsome face. He flashed me a charming smile and I felt my face flush. Again!
“You can just throw those in the back.” I said tipping my head at the bones. Man, I was tired.
Dingo dropped the bones in the truck bed with a loud rumble. Four, big bones rolled about.
“I’m sure Biscuit won’t mind the dirt and a bit of rust on them.” I smiled and opened the door.
Biscuit literally flew out, around the truck to Dingo who was trying to make his way over to me. I laughed gently, “He must really like you.”
“It’s my animal magnetism.” Dingo replied with a mischievous smile.
He deftly stepped around Biscuit, who was still trying to lick him to death, and over to my side. He’s gotta be a surfer, I thought to myself.
Dingo snapped his fingers and like a silent command only Biscuit could hear, the dog plopped his butt down and sat to attention just gazing up at Dingo with adoring eyes.
“Dingo, this is Biscuit. Biscuit this is Dingo.” I said trying to keep a straight face. We both chuckled. Again, with the tingly sensation. Yes, he was attractive but why was I suddenly this horny? I need to go home.
“Oh, Nick told me to give this to you as well.” He said as he handed me a small bottle of ointment.
“What is it?” I asked, eyeing it curiously.
Dingo took a deep breath before he replied, “I have no idea.” We both smiled. “It’s something Nick cooks up, but it heals almost anything. Put it on once a day for a week and your hand should be fine.”
My fingers brushed up against his warm hand as I took the small bottle. It felt like little static shocks all over my hand. I gasped and looked up to see if he felt it too, but he was just staring at me intently.
“Um, thanks.” I whispered.
I sniffed at it. It was the salve that Nick placed on my wound earlier. It smelled wonderful. My eyes started to gloss over and I felt my mind moving. That feeling of chaos starting to turn, pulling at me. It starts as a small feeling then slowly begins to take form and color. My mind races off to wherever the chaos wills it to go. I hate this.
This time I saw a green and it felt warm. Like sea-green ocean waves, semi-opaque and moving. Rising and falling. Green like his eyes. I haven’t felt a pull like that for a long time. I felt my stomach tighten, a sensual heat starting low….
Biscuit’s worried bark brought me out of my trance. I looked up to see Dingo very close to me with a worried line across his perfect face. There it is. The worry and sadness too. For a moment he looked much older. I felt a deep urge to reach out and touch him. I lifted my hand but then quickly brought it back down embarrassed.
“Are you ok?” He gently asked me.
Oh Gods, he must think I’m on drugs or something. I’ve been spaced out staring at him and now I’m getting aroused. “Oh, what? Yes. Sorry, I’m fine. I’m just really tired that’s all.” I lamely mumbled.
I shook my head as I came back to the real world, trying to not look like a complete basket case. Walk away Mrs. Robinson, let it go. Go home, eat and then paint it out. In that order. I called Biscuit back into the truck and slid in. Dingo hesitantly stepped back.
“Thanks again.” I said. He waved but his eyes never left me as I pulled away.
Biscuit whined a little as we went down the road. “I know buddy, he was something, huh? What a strange night it’s turned out to be.” I whispered and gently scratched behind his ears.
He laid down with his block head on my lap as I started the drive home. Silly beast, I thought and kept petting his soft velvety ears.
Biscuit’s sharp, ‘yip’ woke me up.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I pulled back in time to avoid driving right off the road. My heart was racing. I could feel the adrenaline pumping but I still couldn’t quite wake up all the way. My eyes were heavy.
“I’m sorry Buddy,” I reassured him. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Shit, I even scared myself.”
I rolled the window down to let the cold night air in and I pulled over to collect myself. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes. Again, the alluring sea-green color, floating around inside my mind. Like I was floating in a gentle bobbing sea. Rising and falling….
“No really Danny, are you all right?” It was that sweet voice again that was already familiar to me. His voice but it was edged with anger. I bolted upright and Biscuit jumped too. He started barking as if to make up for his lapse in alertness.
“What the fuck?” I snarled out of reflex.
Dingo was standing right next to my truck. Out here, pulled over, about 20 minutes out of town.
“Dingo? What are you doing here?” I was harsh but to be fair he just scared the crap out of me.
Biscuit started drooling and wagging as soon as he realized who it was.
“You’re just lucky it’s me.” He scolded. “You’re pulled over with your window fully down and it’s night now. I could have been anyone. Besides there are bears and worse yet, wolves out here.”
He looked at me with concern. It was dark but I could tell his lips were turned up in a slight smile. I wanted to give him a solid piece of my mind. Who the hell did he think he was to lecture me? I whipped around to let him have it and I looked into those eyes.
A meek reply, “Biscuit would have let me know if anyone was around.” Was all that would come out.
I was too tired to argue and wasn’t feeling well. I rubbed my forehead and eyes. He just kept watching me. I softly said, “I’m sorry, I’m really not a bitch. I’ve just had a hard day. I hurt, I’m tired and I just want to make it home.”
I wasn’t going to admit that I nearly wrecked mere minutes earlier. What’s he gonna do anyway, spank me? I snarked at myself. But really that idea stoked the flame that was already heating my loins. Ugh, what is wrong with me? Too tired to drive but my body wants to jump him.
He glanced over at Biscuit and back at me and smirked. Apparently, he had made up his mind about something. He stepped back and there was a loud thud at the back of the truck as he plopped his mountain bike in. He stepped back to my door and had it open before I could say anything.
“Scooch over. I’ll take you home.” He said in a surprisingly paternal, no arguments allowed tone.
I just stared at him. I crossed my arms and was basically pouting. My mind kept trying to kick start like I should know better than to let myself get in this situation. Stranger danger and all that. I don’t know this guy and I don’t think I could take him if it got physical. There is no one else out here. Hmm, all alone with a very handsome man…. Again, a surge of heat and the tingly feeling. I got a genuine sense of concern and even caring from both him and Nick. Dingo smiled. It’s like he knew I couldn’t argue with him.
Whatever – I wasn’t sure I’d safely get the rest of the way home by myself anyway. Besides, I had to think of Biscuits safety. I huffed and scooted over. His tall body lithely slid in with the grace of a cat and he shut the door. “Um…. so where is this ‘home’ I’m taking you too?” He said gently to lighten the mood. He moved so smoothly, he had to be a surfer.
I whispered halfheartedly, “I’m number 7 in the Paradise Cove Trailer court.”
I leaned back in my seat. Biscuit laid his big block head on my lap as the truck fired up again. I let my eyes close for a moment, or so I thought.
Dingo POV This was my favorite stop on my route. For five years I’ve been traveling the west coast seeking out more Were kind. I was handpicked by the Werewolf Council for the job. I blended well with humans, even if they are all crazy. My mission, to reunite the wild and unknown werewolf hybrids in a last ditch chance to keep our race from extinction. It’s been 50 years since the last full werepup was born. Our only form of continuing our race lies in finding dormant hybrids that can be turned. Human-Werewolf hybrids completely unaware they carry the Were genes. Those Were genes that normally trigger at puberty in a full Were, remain dormant and they go through life with no idea of what lurks in their blood. With a blood infusion from a full Werewolf, we have been able to awaken those dormant genetics. Let the wolf out so to speak, but It’s risky. The human mind and soul aren’t meant to just turn wolf. Without training and support for that hybrid, they can l
Dingo POVAbout a half hour later, I saw a vehicle pulled off to the side of the highway. My wolf eyes, even better in the dark, confirmed my sudden fear. It was Danny’s red truck. My heart began to race as my mind flipped through all the horrible things that could have happened since she left. There was no sound, no smoke, or even barking. I sighed in relief as I pulled up. Thank the Goddess she didn’t wreck. As I got closer, I could see she was passed out in the driver seat with her window completely rolled down.I walked to the door. “No really Danny, are you alright?” I demanded.See, I told you she needed our help. Dane was angry with me.I was angrier at myself more than anything else. This wasn’t safe. Not only could she have wrecked, killed herself or someone else but who knows what else prowls these roads at night. She should have taken more care. Biscuit came to life barking but settled as soon as he sensed
Dingo POVI got up and went to the door of the trailer, flicking on lights as I went. I met Brad at the entrance. He officially introduced me to Nolan as we all three tried to squeeze inside. Werewolves are usually large even in our human form and the three of us just didn’t fit in the tiny trailer. Brad announced he would close the truck I had left open and wait outside. I took Nolan back to where she was, quietly explaining all I knew along the way.We shuffled around each other so that he was closer to the patient. He raised his eyebrows at the dog curled at her feet. Biscuit let out a menacing growl. I soothed the beast back down. Humans would have thought twice but a dog was hardly intimidating to a werewolf.Nolan stepped up and was talking to himself. He set down a small black bag and began doing an initial check. He was very matter of fact and doctorly. He looked to be in his mid-fifties with grey hair and glasses.“Dingo, right? Can y
Dingo POVI went back to the truck and picked up the groceries and bone and went inside. I put the groceries away. The only place with any room inside the trailer was the tiny refrigerator. What did this woman eat, there was nothing here? Biscuit was blissfully gnawing on his bone. I walked back to check on her. She was much cooler now and the pheromones had dissipated. She was already looking better. I cracked open the windows just in case but closed the blinds tighter.I sighed, not at all how the night was supposed to go. I bent down and took off one of her shoes, then the other. They were Converse that had been painted over. Each had a foggy grey and green silhouette of a forest running down the sides, simple and calming. She was wearing pink fluffy socks. I chuckled quietly. That was not what I would have expected.I looked around and found a t-shirt. It was an old Metallica shirt, slashed with holes and paint stains. It smelled clean. I reversed the proces
Dingo POVFor two days this was the pattern. I was exhausted and my dick was more than a little chaffed. While she slept, I looked for answers. I went through the things in her trailer and tidied up without trying to look like I was tidying up. There was an alarming amount of pills in her cabinet but no drugs. The few bills she had were all paid.Dane was absolutely no help at all. He wanted her with or without the projections. He was really getting on my last nerve.Turns out her real name, at least on her driver’s license, was Danalee Boston. I liked the way Danalee rolled off my tongue. There were a few photographs here and there. I found one of a wedding photo, she was obviously the bride. In that photo she had auburn hair and she positively glowed with happiness in her white gown. She was strong and beautiful.I pulled the thick pile of canvases from behind the TV. Her art was amazing. It was mostly landscapes or portraits but each one sp
Danny POVI whispered halfheartedly, “I’m number 7 in the Paradise Cove Trailer court.”I leaned back in my seat. Biscuit laid his big block head on my lap as the truck fired up again. I let my eyes close.My mind began whirling, I saw colors all mixed together they kept spinning faster and faster. “Make it stop,” I pleaded. It was making me dizzy. A vortex of faces and voices came out of the whirling colors. I couldn’t see any one in particular, only that there were many. They were crying and scared. Their combined voices got louder and louder until it sounded like howling and I thought my head would split from the sound. Then everything went black and it all stopped.The black was thick and heavy. It was hot and hard to breathe. I needed fresh air. I started to panic and began choking on the black. It burned my throat and nose. I grabbed my throat and looked up. Slowly a pin prick of light formed. Then another. Bit by
Dingo/Davin POVThen her stomach growled loudly and we both laughed uneasily.“Danny I’m going to let go of you now. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I told her calmly.I smoothly pulled myself up from around her and stood in front of her. She was looking at me, like for the first time really seeing me. Those sparkling blue eyes drank in my body as she looked me over and ended at my face. I could tell she liked what she saw and I gave her another calming smile.“Danny it’s been three days since you’ve eaten. I’ve made breakfast. Let me bring you some and we will talk.” Then I added, “Just nod if you understand.” She did.I stepped back to the kitchen, piled the bacon and eggs on a plate. Pouring a glass of orange juice and grabbed a few napkins on my way back to her. She was more relaxed, petting Biscuit as he inched his way across the bed closer to her.I couldn&rsqu
Dingo/Davin POVAfter I nearly froze her in the shower, I resigned to the only spot I had mostly inhabited the last few days, the couch in the front room. I flipped on the T.V. I was recalling what she had told me and wondering what she was still hiding. The fact that I was ready to tear the door down when I heard her scream surprised me. I was so comfortable with her and ready to jump to her defense, like we had known each other for a long time. She made me feel at ease. But I wasn’t sure I was having the same effect on her. I felt bad that I just stood there gawking at her beautiful body like some horny teenager.She likes it. I will make her happy and keep her safe. Dane was now turning this into his mantra.I knew, I should have better control of myself and Dane. Together we have trained many years to have that control and with her, that training meant nothing.I watched her dart from the bathroom to her room and try and shut the door.