Immediately, I leapt in front of her and stood to my full height, snarling viciously. I extended my nails to full length and bared all of my mouth bones. I roared in anger, growling, swiping and snapping in their direction.
Two of the container beings stopped and screamed. One immediately dropped to the ground and covered his head. One made wet as they stumbled backwards away from us, and one turned and fled. There was much yelling. I heard more coming, so I did what any good mate would do.
I grabbed my mate and her gheeghee, and I ran home with them both.
Chapter 9
Luna
What the hell was happening with my life?!
I walked outside, ready to swing a broom, and got handed a half-dead pet by a werewolf. I was confused. Did he think I was a veterinarian?
Then he bared his teeth at me, and I nearly peed myself. Was this a smile or a threat?
Then some assholes came, shit happened, and now I'm draped over a furry shoulder and he is hightailing it out of camp. Literally. Pun 100% intended. I have no idea where we're going. My hair is in my face, I'm hanging on for dear life... and I'm still holding onto the dead animal.
I must've dropped my broom when he tossed me over his shoulder. We can all agree, I'm clearly not made for combat.
After a few minutes of darting through trees and bushes, it feels like we are climbing. I'm bobbing up and down as he hoofs it. I hear animals and it smells a little musty. Where is he taking me?
The world goes from bright to dim and I am placed on a soft pile of... something. I carefully put down the animal I was handed and brushed the hair from my face.
Oh... crap.
I'm in some sort of rock alcove, in a pile of leaves and brush. A nest? Through the opening into the main area, I see a hell of a lot of whatever he is, all staring wide-eyed at me.
I brought my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. My hair draped down over me.
My kidnapper left, returning with a large shell filled with water. He squatted and handed it to me.
"Thank you." I accepted the gift and took a moment to look at them all.
At a glance, they looked a lot like dogs, but more humanoid and stood upright. Their hair was longer and softer than a dog, which I noticed when he carried me. Their face features were distinctly canine, yet expressive like a human. The sharp teeth and claws he had when he defended me are gone, so maybe he can control those? The rumored horns must have been imagined. The normal, dog-like tail swayed slightly as he remained crouched in front of me, I studied him.
Um... wow. He is huge. Buff too. I could see the curve of muscle in his upper arms and legs, even with the hair. He stared back at me, examining me as well. He gently stroked a lock of my hair, pulling it closer and sniffing it.
His hands and feet ended in short, blunt dark claws. His feet were a cross between humanoid and canine, leaning towards canine. He had toes, and, for some reason, that enamored me. It was cute. I smiled to myself and examined his tall ears. He turned his head so I could see them better.
Glancing at the others, I realized the women had several sets of breasts, noticeable enough to see but not much bigger than the males’. The exception was one female holding a couple of babies, eyeing me fearfully from across the main room.
Something pink caught my eye, and I glanced down before realizing what it was. Was that a red rocket?? Oh, hell.
It disappeared back into the large furry pouch I had failed to notice before. In my defense, his front had a lot of hair. And it was black. And the room was not well lit. Plus, it's really rude to check out your captors’ genitals, regardless of their species,right? Right?! But I can say from up close, he is 100% male, has testicles like friggan’ apples, and his doggy pouch would look big on a bull moose.
Luna, stop looking at his package!I mentally shook myself.
The crowd parted slightly and a creature nearly the size of mine stood there, flanked by two others. He woofed. No, really, he woofed at my creature.
Mine stood and woofed back. The two of them began grrr'ing and woof'ing and chuffing and then I realized: the barking, yipping, howling, and different tones I heard earlier were all conversation. Talking.
I flunked both Spanish and French. How do I learn to speak Werewolf?
Suddenly, they were all looking at me.
"Hi, sorry. I don't mean to intrude. He just kidnapped me." I pointed at my captor.
"Grrr..." he growled at me. "Ruff." He barked slightly, then rested a hand on his chest.