“What did you do? Go crinos on my ass?”
Frank’s talons wrapped around my big human paws, but he didn’t draw blood. He said quietly, “You can’t let anybody see you like this. Not here.”
It took a minute for it to sink in. Remember what I said about L.I. and Wolf E. having a Hitlerish agenda? A werewolf that morphs like a freak would be put down on the spot. It happens all the time, but secrets are kept, if you get my drift. We were working to eradicate the freakish genes.
This was the first time it had happened to me, and I know sure as shit that it was the pill that had done it to me. The fact that most of my head was still human, the brain and back part at least--and I was in control of my faculties like a man would be--just a little tipped toward the wolf thinking--I had to work through it all. Poor Frank, I had him off the ground by a foot, staring into his face while I did it.
He must’ve felt me relaxing, because he repeated, softly, “Put me down.”
When I didn’t, he flashed fangs and squeezed his fingers into my hand, letting me feel the sharpness. He had ugly nails in crinos, gray, long and rounded, but then--he was a gray wolf.
I dropped him abruptly, asking, “You think they heard us?”
“I’m sure.”
“Think he’s got cameras in here?” I glanced around.
“Giselle says the men’s room is about the only place he doesn’t.”
There’s a reason for a double-take. Frank and Giselle are on some pretty tight terms? Enough so for her to tell him that? I looked him over again, wondering if he’d ever availed himself of her services, and if Bark had known. There was a helluva lot more sneaky shit going on than I could see, I knew that.
I accused him. “You and she slept together?”
He didn’t look me in the eye.
“Bark know?”
Frank tucked his shirt in. I guess I pulled it out when I lifted him in the air. “Yeah. He knows.”
“That why he dumped her?”
“She dumped him.”
“That’s not how I heard it.”
“Yeah, well. Then you heard wrong.”
I watched Frank morph back to human. He scooped up my clothes. They were dust. He said, “What the fuck are you gonna wear?”
I didn’t care. “Tell me what the hell happened between that bitch and my brother. You do realize that the jacket she gave him is the one at that murder scene, right?”
“Yeah. I saw it.”
“Did you talk to her about it?”
“She doesn’t know what’s going on.”
“Bullshit.”
The door started to open. I slapped a hand to it before it moved more than an inch, slamming it shut. “We’re busy.”
To my surprise, the door popped open anyway. Amber was in, and pushing the door shut, and looking me up and down with an odd expression.
Without thinking, I shoved her against the door, and said, “What the fuck did you give me?”
“Relax.”
There was no relaxing in that state, not really. My muscles bunched. The veins in my neck pulsed.
I put my muzzle to the skin at her throat. Her jugular throbbed. I licked. I smelled juices coming from between her legs.
Before I could decide if I was gonna fuck her or rip her neck open--she flipped out. From the force of her shove, I went through Frank, and together, we went through a stall door, taking down the partitions. Let me tell you something, when Amber throws a crinos, you never know what hit you. A minute later, she had us by the balls--literally--yanking us up off the floor.
Giselle came through the door, asking, “What the hell--?” Then she shut the door behind her, too, saying, “Shit. You gave him one of those--”
“Just shut the fuck up and help me.” Amber tossed Frank like a rag doll.
Frank kept his cool, or maybe he’d lost any he had. He
Frank’s talons wrapped around my big human paws, but he didn’t draw blood. He said quietly, “You can’t let anybody see you like this. Not here.”
It took a minute for it to sink in. Remember what I said about L.I. and Wolf E. having a Hitlerish agenda? A werewolf that morphs like a freak would be put down on the spot. It happens all the time, but secrets are kept, if you get my drift. We were working to eradicate the freakish genes.
This was the first time it had happened to me, and I know sure as shit that it was the pill that had done it to me. The fact that most of my head was still human, the brain and back part at least--and I was in control of my faculties like a man would be--just a little tipped toward the wolf thinking--I had to work through it all. Poor Frank, I had him off the ground by a foot, staring into his face while I did it.
He must’ve felt me relaxing, because he repeated, softly, “Put me down.”
When I didn’t, he flashed fangs and squeezed his fingers into my hand, letting me feel the sharpness. He had ugly nails in crinos, gray, long and rounded, but then--he was a gray wolf.
I dropped him abruptly, asking, “You think they heard us?”
“I’m sure.”
“Think he’s got cameras in here?” I glanced around.
“Giselle says the men’s room is about the only place he doesn’t.”
There’s a reason for a double-take. Frank and Giselle are on some pretty tight terms? Enough so for her to tell him that? I looked him over again, wondering if he’d ever availed himself of her services, and if Bark had known. There was a helluva lot more sneaky shit going on than I could see, I knew that.
I accused him. “You and she slept together?”
He didn’t look me in the eye.
“Bark know?”
Frank tucked his shirt in. I guess I pulled it out when I lifted him in the air. “Yeah. He knows.”
“That why he dumped her?”
“She dumped him.”
“That’s not how I heard it.”
“Yeah, well. Then you heard wrong.”
I watched Frank morph back to human. He scooped up my clothes. They were dust. He said, “What the fuck are you gonna wear?”
I didn’t care. “Tell me what the hell happened between that bitch and my brother. You do realize that the jacket she gave him is the one at that murder scene, right?”
“Yeah. I saw it.”
“Did you talk to her about it?”
“She doesn’t know what’s going on.”
“Bullshit.”
The door started to open. I slapped a hand to it before it moved more than an inch, slamming it shut. “We’re busy.”
To my surprise, the door popped open anyway. Amber was in, and pushing the door shut, and looking me up and down with an odd expression.
Without thinking, I shoved her against the door, and said, “What the fuck did you give me?”
“Relax.”
There was no relaxing in that state, not really. My muscles bunched. The veins in my neck pulsed.
I put my muzzle to the skin at her throat. Her jugular throbbed. I licked. I smelled juices coming from between her legs.
Before I could decide if I was gonna fuck her or rip her neck open--she flipped out. From the force of her shove, I went through Frank, and together, we went through a stall door, taking down the partitions. Let me tell you something, when Amber throws a crinos, you never know what hit you. A minute later, she had us by the balls--literally--yanking us up off the floor.
Giselle came through the door, asking, “What the hell--?” Then she shut the door behind her, too, saying, “Shit. You gave him one of those--”
“Just shut the fuck up and help me.” Amber tossed Frank like a rag doll.
Frank kept his cool, or maybe he’d lost any he had. He
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