WyattHalfway up the town road, Mabel waved me down. What was this shit? I stopped and she approached the passenger side getting in.“What are you doing Mabel? I need to get to work,” I complained irritably. “Just drive Wyatt,” she said, annoyed and looking about. “Hurry up before people do notice,” she pointed out and I put the truck back in drive as she buckled in.“Look I know somethings up with y’all n that girl, the one I saw you with she’s the same girl in the pictures but every time I go to open my mouth about it I can’t make the words form. But now I can?”“Because she told you to tell us if anything came up, so what came up Mabel?”“I dunno Wyatt,” there was a long pause before she said, “Kay is trouble.”“I know.” “I don’t think she is the only trouble you're looking for, but that’s beside the point,”“Then what's the point, Mabel?”“I want to talk to her.”“Why?”“Cuz, I am not the enemy Wyatt, I want to know who we are protecting. I want to know who she is,”“Shit,” I fum
Mable My Papa had been a transplant from a northern parish some years before he met my Mama who had been raised in coonass Cajun country. Papa loved her very much even though he didn’t agree with her “country superstitions,” he indulged her actions accepting them as “charitable deeds,” of a proper Christian woman. The “Red’s” as everyone called them were a strange lot of families that had grown together over the length of the family’s long history in the area. They didn’t take charity and were hard workin ole school Bayou folks. Mama’s kinda people. She always found somethin around that needed tending or that Papa had “neglected” to pay the men and boys to do odd jobs for her. She paid them from her tediously managed grocery allowance which she painstakingly utilized sales and cut corners on things that were luxuries in order to pay them to do things here and there. She would slip the boys candies or freshly baked cookies when the men weren’t lookin and never neglected to speak kind
WyattI had called Beau before I started work since he would be home before me in two days. A lot could happen in that time and he was to call me after checking in. We couldn’t be seen fretting or acting any further out of character than we were already. Thankfully we were with different crews so the other shifters didn’t know we were away from the pack. Not that I was too concerned. Besides the slip-up with Kay that would get any woman’s blood boiling. For months she had been working with her gifts when we weren’t at home. She said that though she didn’t like being by herself, she needed the space and peace to focus, strengthen and explore her abilities. She refused to work with her darkness around anyone so everything seemed to bee working out keenly for the time being.I got a call 3 days later while I took a drive to Maria’s on a short break. I don’t think I ever answered a phone so fast before.“Beau?”“First off Wyatt, Boo is fine,” his voice rang clear through the cell phone. H
BeauWhen Mabel finally left Bri’s demeanor was brighter, warmer and that soothed me somehow. Watching them laugh, as Mabel moved with Bri throughout the day was refreshing even though I was annoyed wanting to seek the feel of her comfort after a few days away. I itched for that connection of our energy, of our bodies twining together. Bri needed more than just us and Mela had a pack, a family, and a hearth of her own to deal with. Though I preferred the scared woman over the human who had been silenced to speak of Bri’s existence among us. I was glad for her presence. Bri hadn’t delved into what we were just censored the information she was willing to offer Mabel in order to protect the rest.Bri was laid out across a blanket on the dock skin rubbed down with citronella to ward off the mosquitos as she read a new book. I had brought her a new pile back from the library. She was clad in only a sports bra and shorts, her bare feet crossed and bent over her beautiful ass. I crawled up n
BriBeau blazed a trail over every inch of my body that burned down into my tattered heart, my soul, my very being. He was right this wasn’t fucking. Our souls were bared to one another, the one line held between us, which we knew we could not cross for our own sanity, and yet we continued to tease ourselves, egging on the other to make the first slip. These men and I were addicted to the dangerous game we played. One wrong move and our lives would be impossibly bound and tethered for the rest of our existence. But I couldn’t throw away this, this love. I would soak it up, and bathe in it, as selfish as it was. We deserved so much more.We came up for air as he finally began to rock into me, sliding painfully slowly, deeper and deeper. His fangs grazed my collar bone and I whimpered with the need for him. I felt his smile quirk against my skin before he thrust suddenly up and I gasped. My lips grazed his skin in open-mouthed kisses on a path to his heart, as he moved within me the lig
BriI was sleeping soundly when Beau’s swearing and the sound of a motor stirred me awake. Beau snatched the blanket around me as I groaned sitting up. A growl rattled in Beau’s chest as Sean pulled up to the dock not bothering to tie off. “Beau, get her and anything that can trace to her out of here, the feds are going over our heads and it looks like those people are paying them to do things not entirely legal to get shit done. Put her somewhere they ain't gonna look, and I hope to hell ya’ll covered your asses.” He added as Beau pulled me up and the words began to register.“How long?” Beau asked as he rushed to put his jeans on.“Who’s with them?” I asked finally.“I didn’t take the time to get their names, a couple of well-dressed bean poles, an older man in a suit, and that muscled tattooed guy.“I’ll try to stall them,” his eyes scanned the sun that was just beginning to rise. They are starting south of here and will be here by noon.“Thank you,” Beau said, as he grabbed my clo
BeauLeaving Bri behind was hard, she was right I had to play this off like they were disturbing my peaceful Sunday afternoon. So I gathered the boys with me and their poles and tossed our lines in the water. Claude wore a big-brimmed hat to keep his eyes shadowed and Lou had a ball cap since they had less control holding their wolves back. Bas positioned himself nearer to the house as a last line of protection. The shotgun sat on the porch, a pouch with ammo slung over the rail when I heard the boat's drone far off. “Get me that gun Bas,” I said, out loud and he complied. I cocked it with deft hands. They were pulling up as Lou reeled in a scrap of a catfish and he swore glaring at the boats sidling up before chucking it back into the waters. “So much for fishing,” Lou grumped. We had talked about this. Try to act like their presence is an annoyance and we just want them hurried up and gone.“Beau,” the redheaded sergeant of the fish and wildlife crew acknowledged.“Tanner,” I said
BriI had made my way along the outside of the island inside the tangle of trees as I avoided using the machete so as to not pinpoint that someone had recently been there. A barred owl called and I looked up where it perched on a branch next to a gaping hollow. The ache in my head throbbed and pulsed as I squinted up at the cypress branches calculating if I could make the climb with the load of bags on my back. I had to try. My darkness was on edge, its tendrils flowing into my veins as I strained with the effort of pulling myself from one awkward branch to another. Until the owl fluttered away and I found the hollow to be vacant of anything unsavory. I dropped the bags inside and curled on top of them, the stillness and the quiet were suddenly unnatural. A heavy oily aura was creeping over the land. Darker and larger than I remembered that power that held me back so often from lashing out, from defending myself. The Dog’s presence was announced through the territory’s map in my mind