Pieces of Me

48 years ago, there was a rush of green and the rustling of leaves. A tiny baby in a woven branch basket giggled. She is beautiful, my baby girl. It’s been a long time since I risked having a mate and now, I am paying the price. “Shhhhh,” I cooed to her, her beautiful pale blue eyes sparkling up at me. I hated to leave her with the humans, but I knew she wouldn’t be safe in my world or his. She would never know me or the sacred bond of the wild but she would live. The humans would find her here and she would begin her journey into their world. My sweet Danalee.    In the forests of southern Canada, a wolf ran through my forest. The trees told me of his presence.  He was a rogue on the run. I could feel his intent was only to run and survive, not to harm. Werewolves used to be the protectors of the wild but now, except for their Pack lands, they side with the humans and care not for the future of the wild. He was a large wolf, even for a Were. Strong muscles ri

It was a tiny store in a shrinking town. Everything had two price tags. The price for locals and the price for tourists. It was a badge of acceptance when Frank gave me the nod for the local prices. I know my checkbook appreciated it. It was a quiet town, mostly retirees and a few families that ran things. There are always the tourists from the cities and wanders passing through, but none of them stay too long. Most of the town’s population left as the big businesses closed. First the fishing fleet, then the commercial stores and the last straw was the lumber yard. It’s depressing watching a town die. People trying every day to make a living and remembering the way things used to be. They keep working hard and now it was no longer enough to get by. It’s sad. I didn’t fit in here but then I didn’t fit in anywhere else either. I didn’t need anyone’s approval so who cares. My sales are all online. I don’t care if there were no jobs here, no future. Just so long as there is a Po

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 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 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