The ride home was just what I needed. Instead of going to our place in Piedsville I drove out to our farm. Abel’s house is a good 40 miles from our farm, with the aid of a “pikepass” and 422 horsepower 6.2 liter SS Camero I made the trip in 33 minutes flat. Speeding is one of my dirty little secrets. I kept it at ten miles over the limit, but speeding is speeding, and the police frowned at it. I’d been pretty lucky by not getting a ticket, I’m sure it’s just a matter of time.
Alistar was sitting on the porch when I pulled up, he gave a welcome bark and that signaled the Pack that I was home. My mom was inside rolling out some dough for cinnamon rolls. As wolves we burn up a lot of calories so we can afford to eat as much as we want without the worry of gaining too much weight. Some wolves don’t get enough to eat, it makes them sickly, which puts them in danger by predators. The economy can be tough on weres that aren’t in a Pack, if they live in a big city the prey isn’t as plentiful. Our family works tirelessly to help the less fortunate werewolves but it is hard to help those that don’t want it.
“Hey mom, make some with extra cinnamon for me okay? I heart me some cinnamon rolls.” I put my hands together in the shape of a heart. I went up and nuzzled her shoulder and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. She looked so human standing in the kitchen with her sweats and t-shirt on.
“I see you’re back early, how did it go? Was he mad at you?” Mom asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
“No, actually he was really cool with the idea. I tried to get a reading off of him but I couldn’t really sense anything other than he was okay with the whole thing. I think it was the best outcome to happen. I hope he isn’t in shock and freaking out at home.” I snagged a roll out of a pan that just came out of the oven. “Man, this is good mom.”
“Don’t let the boys see you with that or we won’t have any in the morning to go with breakfast. I’m glad you’re home and he was okay. I ran for about 30 minutes after you left, I could tell the guys were all nervous about him being the Great Wolf. What do you think?” She plopped down on one of the counter stools.
“Honestly, I don’t really know, I guess it will be one of those things we have to wait and see. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’ll be fine, but I don’t really get his being okay with everything. I’m going to go read, I had some books come in from Amazon today and I can’t wait to read a good book.” I leaned over and kissed her and ran up to my room.
I sent Abel a text “r u ok”
No reply.
I needed a run. I needed to exert some energy and gather my thoughts, so I ran down the stairs and out the door yelling behind me, “I’m going for a run, be back in a few” and out I went. Shifting is easy for me, I usually take off my clothes first, I hate ripping them up. At home we don’t have to hide in the woods to shift, we have a pool house with separate quarters, the Alpha’s, the Beta’s, and the Pack room for everyone else. I pulled off my clothes and shifted in the room. We have ‘doggie’ doors throughout the pool house so coming and going is easy for us. We sure as hell didn’t call them ‘doggie’ doors, being called a doggie is the biggest insult to a wolf.
As a wolf I can smell everything, it’s hard to explain but everything is more intense. I can smell the squirrel as it entered the yard, or smelly feet before the shoe came off, pine tree sap, Alistar, the weather. Who smells weather? Apparently I do. On top of an excellent sense of smell, we have incredible hearing. I can hear everything, conversations that took place in other rooms, a meadow mouse in the back yard, so many things that people don’t usually hear. When humans speak to us when we are in wolf form, the words are a little harder to put together. It’s like hearing about every other word and then having to figure out exactly what they are saying. We take in their scent, their body posture, and their face. We don’t have any problems hearing another werewolf when they are in human form. I guess something gets lost in translation when a human talks to a wolf. We don’t typically hang out where humans are anyway, we’re not big fans of humans.