They still worship her, after all. Yet many of her other admirers have disbanded by now. Some have even started coming over to me.
I know Silver once told me that I should demand the fear of the pack as well as their respect, but honestly, I don’t want to be worshipped.
The alpha she-wolf really needs to tone it down a notch.
Thequeenin question has been asleep all day as I sense her inside me, curled up asleep on her plush white tail.
I’ll be taking her out later for a run so she can stretch her long, silvery legs. Patrick and Hunter will join me.
Hopefully then we can get some alone time.
I shake my head when I spot Hunter’s ridiculous tent. It’s like a miniature castle with flags and turrets, and it takes up half the clearing.
He sleeps in there alone, and it’s a shame I can’t join him. But it would raise questions for sure.
I need him to speak with his grandfather. The elder holds a certain level of authority over the pack, and if we can get him on our side, then I should be able to get within ten feet of Raven.
It’s funny how I call herRaven.Don’t get attached, they say, but how can I not? It’s her name, after all. Everyone else just calls herhuman.
Patrick and I finally get our tent set up and thank the moon. It was a long, grueling process, and it’s one we have to do every night until we arrive at our destination.
But now it’s time for some fun.
There’ll be a number of wolves on watch duty tonight, Brent being one of them, but so long as we’re careful, no one will see us.
Perfect timing too because Hunter has just stepped out of his tent, wearing a velvet night robe and slippers. In his hands is a glass of martini, and he looks so out of place in this rough patch of forest.
A martini was a human drink. Most wolves brew cheap, nasty ale, since they’re not very picky, but Hunterloveshis alcohol.
I bet he has a bar inside that tent.
Hunter glances our way, raising his glass in salutation. I grind my teeth. Could he be any more conspicuous?
We need to be discrete if the three of us wish to be alone.
I disappear into the tent to undress. I don’t know why. Many wolves will opt to go naked tonight so they can shift with ease, but I still want privacy.
The last thing I need is Hunter eyeballing my naked flesh, giving our secret away.
The pack can’t know that the three of us are together. Well, not together in athreesomekind of way, but they’re my mates now, and they share me.
It’s a win-win for all.
When I leave the tent again, I’m in wolf form. I allow Silver to stretch her front paws and yawn. Then once she’s finished, she glances over at Patrick then trots toward the treeline.
Patrick was already undressed and in wolf form by the time I re-merged from the tent, and he’s getting less shy about his nudity these days.
As he should be. He has a good body and should show it off.
Hunter will transform too then follow us, but he needs to time his actions carefully and not be so damned obvious.
That Hunter is an idiot...I communicate to Patrick in mind speak.
Paddy’s wolf huffs, which is like a wolfish laugh.He is quite the character. Still... he makes a nice change from all the usual meatheads in our pack. Hunter’s actually quite smart and reads himself. He’d have understood myOzremark.
There’s no place like home indeed, Paddy, my friend...
I startle when a large black wolf with gleaming orange eyes rushes up on our right.