Wolf: A Military P.A.C. Novel by KL Mabbs Page B

his fist onto her arm, and backhanded her. Or would have if she hadn’t ducked. She slammed into his chest, dropping him to the floor. Her teeth found his forearm; it would have been his neck if he hadn’t realized . . . wolves in a pack fought symbolically as much as for real. He flipped her over, his other hand wrapped around her neck. She released the grip of her teeth, licked the back of his arm, a giggle rising up from her throat.
    “ Michael good wolf.”
    “No. Faelon is better,” Michael said.
    “Inside, Michael alpha. Outside Michael not-wolf.”
    “Not werewolf.”
    “What, were?”
    “I think that’s what you are, Faelon. Human and wolf together.”
    “Faelon just is, Michael.”
    “Faelon is just beautiful.” Michael kissed her then. For a long time. Touched her in other ways, slowly, without mating, but every touch increased his own desire for the not-wolf in his arms.
    “And that is foreplay, beloved.”
    “I like foreplay, Michael,” Faelon said.

Chapter 14 Faelon
    Faelon’s sire didn’t whine once after that day. He stayed a wolf for two and half seasons, and Faelon missed the awkward movements of his pink limbs and the bark that taught her words as she grew into her second year of adulthood.

    Faelon watched Michael in the early morning light. The shadows making his eyes darker than normal, as if they were smothered in water.
    “This is a gun, beloved. It’s simple to use but as deadly as fangs. PAC , give me a projected view of a load and fire sequence with slow motion to show correlation between the bullet and a target.”
    “Yes, Mike,” said PAC, still wrapped around Michael’s arm in proximity mode.
    PAC the teacher came at Michael’s growl. The scentless Michael was back again, this time with a “gun” just like the club in Michael’s hand. Faelon understood this was how Michael could show her things she might not understand right away. And even if she didn’t understand them—much of Michael’s world was incomprehensible—it helped her understand Michael. PAC continued with its lesson until a deer fell from the “impact” of the bullet. She appreciated the Teaching Michael.
    “Thank you, PAC,” she said.
    “You’re welcome.”
    In exaggerated motion, Michael ejected the magazine on his gun, mirroring PAC’s lesson. His way of showing more danger. He showed Faelon the small teeth, as she thought of them, and replaced the magazine into the pistol. “This is the safety, green means no danger, and it can’t shoot. Red means it will fire.”
    “Red is danger, like stove, and pills.”
    “Yes. This turns on the laser sight,” he said. A line of blood appeared ending at his feet, and then moved over the snow as he “targeted” objects for her. “The bullet will hit at the end of the line.”
    “This not fighting, Michael.”
    “No. This is how to kill. Humans aren’t nice.”
    “Michael is?”
    “To you , beloved, always.” He leaned over and bit Faelon’s shoulder. “My enemies will find me different.”
    The same roar from the cave echoed through the morning. Faelon jumped, even though she had heard the noise before. Without the black wolf to keep her attention, the sound was more startling than it had been. Wood splinters flew from the tree near the meadow’s edge. Many wood splinters. Faelon thought it odd that Michael’s weapons were of blood and teeth. Michael was more wolf than he knew.
    “Your turn, Faelon.”
    “No, Michael. I have teeth and claws to kill.”
    “You may have a need for this , Faelon,” he said.
    “No.” She sniffed at him as she moved her shoulder in to touch him. The smell of burnt stone was strong on him. A smell that was familiar to her. Something she knew. Her noise crinkled up, distaste strong in her expression. “ Michael kill wolf.”
    “What? What wolf?”
    A growl came from Faelon’s throat. “Two summers ago. Michael kill wolf? A bitch.”
    “No , Faelon. I only kill for food or to protect. There’s a dozen