3. Ylfa
We camp under the stars, tying our human hostages around three separate trees.
Chelsea and Annabel check them all for weapons. When Annabel searches Boulder Man, running her small, nimble hands up and down his body, he stiffens.
He squeezes his eyes, praying silently that he will not be tempted by the little she-wolf, and good luck to him. She’s cute and blonde, running her hands down his broad chest. She even dips a little southward, laughing coyly when she stops at his hardened shaft.
It’s making a tent of his pants.
“Aw, you’re aroused by me? So sweet!”
She pecks his cheek, and his dick rises higher. Chelsea groans, rolling her eyes, then drags her little friend away. Hunter barks a laugh, and I cut him off with a glare.
Dreadlocks watches Annabel evilly, gnashing her teeth as if she wants to vanquish the tiny blonde, and she seems to have taken Annabel’s groping as a personal offense.
Why? Is Boulder Man her mate?
It’s time to learn their names. We may as well, considering we’re all going to be the best of friends soon.
Why delay the inevitable?
Besides, Dreadlocks, Cropped Haircut Lady, and Boulder Man are getting tiresome.
The shifters of the group sit around the fire that Paddy just made for us, and now we all help ourselves to wild rabbit.
I think to offer our human guests some meat, but I hold my tongue. Things are still a little tense.
But I need to create some dialogue between us. They still look as if they want to eat us, or make a pelt out of our coats, per Cropped Haircut lady’s wish earlier.
Not that it turned out well for her in the end. She’s all tied up now to a tree, with Tiffany watching her every move.
“Would you really have cooked our flesh?” I ask out of nowhere next, and everyone looks at me.
Only the sound of crickets follows my question. I would wish to sink into the dirt and disappear forever, but I’m past the point of caring. I’m sitting stark naked around my fellow shifters.
Things have changed. I don’t have an excuse to be shy anymore.
We’ll have to get ourselves some clothes. All I have are three pairs of pants and a sweatshirt. We carried them all the way here in Hunter’s fashionable saddle bag. It’s real leather too, and he’s such a girl. Even his scary black wolf likes to dress fancy.
Dreadlocks stirs at my question. Boulder Man no longer mutters a prayer. His arousal has vanished as he looks at me with equal shock. Only Cropped Haircut Lady keeps her head bowed, and for all her bravado earlier, she sure is a wuss.
Make a pelt out of Silver, my ass...
Dreadlocks cackles. It starts off slow at first, a low rasping sound in her chest. But then it turns into a full-blown hyena laugh, and she could give Chelsea a run for her money.
Speaking of Chelsea... She flexes her fingers, extending her steel tipped claws. The woman’s laugh is grating. Almost as grating as Chelsea’s.
“Why? You scared, little wolf? Afraid of the Big Bad Humans?”
Her laughing eases off somewhat now, but not enough for Chelsea to put her claws away.
“Say that again, human bitch?” the shifter woman sneers, a psychotic fury dancing in her blazing eyes. That was the same look she had when she poured that tub of green paint over my head back in kindergarten.
How the times have changed.
Dreadlocks stops, locking eyes with her. She shrugs. “What can I say? Meat is meat. I’m sure you would understand... Sure, wolf may be little gamey, but once you get past the tough texture, it’s rather pleasant...”
Her raucous laughter starts again. Chelsea jumps to her feet, and both Annabel and I have to drag her back down onto the log.