4: Jack - In The Pack (19 page)
“I
do
want to avenge the death of my parents.”
What could I say to that? “Wanting and doing are two different things. Thinking before we do...murder...is what separates the people from the animals, Fera.”
“I know.”
“But that’s not what’s bothering you?” I just took a guess at that.
“Hood was afraid that I would do what my mother did. She couldn’t take living without my father. She was just too lonely, ya know?”
I put my arms around her, pulled her into the crook at my chest and ran my fingers through her hair. “I know. Promise me you won’t.”
She snuggled. “I was so lonely.”
“Promise me, Fera.”
The silence stretched between us and I realized that was because she’d fallen asleep. I lay like that, just holding her, for hours. Staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the lack of loneliness I felt when I had her in my arms.
I worked out something. I’d take a cash draw on that credit card. A big one. Maybe at a few banks. And we’d try and sell our cruise tickets. Then, I’d take Fera away, to a place where Lobos couldn’t find us. I’d find a way to keep her safe.
To keep her. To keep her from doing what her mom did.
I knew I couldn’t solve the world’s problems, but I could do the one most important thing. I could love Fera, and not abandon her. Somehow, I knew that’s what she feared most.
She sighed in her sleep, and cuddled closer, and I kissed the top of her head, whispering, “I love you, Fera.”
After my experience
in the pack
, all I wanted was to get Fera, and me, as far away from Pack City and Lobos International as I could. But I knew, we’d have to keep moving, to stay one leap ahead of...her family’s enemies, whoever they were.
Near the dawn hours of morning, I finally fell asleep. My dreams weren’t pleasant. I kept hearing Fera calling for me, then crying for Hood, and seeing shadows everywhere.
But the oddest thing of all was the appearance, out of nowhere, of Kayty and Leer. And the feeling of relief I felt when they appeared.
I wonder...was the dream an omen, or just a spiritual confirmation that the pack
is coming after us?
The End
Carys Weldon writes about werewolves from a haunted hollow in the Missouri Ozarks, where sometimes the howling of the wolves keeps her awake at night.
A lover of canines from a small age, and a fan of White Wolf Gaming as an adult, she couldn’t resist weaving her own fascinations into a romantic series.
Carys has won over one hundred awards in the last three to four years. Of most recent note in Romance and Erotica: Third place in the RWA Inner Vixen contest with Confessions of a BBW Cover Model, Mays Reviews Over the Moon Award of Excellence for Chaos, and a second place recently in the Writer's Zone Erotica competition at OCW for The Wet Spot.
