chapter 6

A beep sounded. She received several voice messages. Most, if not all, would be from Ronnie.

With a heavy sigh, she punches in her code and puts the phone to her ear. The messages ranged from apologies to pleading to anger and yelling. She closed her eyes and winced at some of the words. He wasn't making it easier. She was beginning to feel really frightened of him.

They had been together for about four months, having met at Amy's party in the spring. He had been funny and fun to be with. Toward the end of the night they were making out on the couch. He had a nice smile, green eyes, and dirty blonde hair.

And the things he did in bed, or out of it, for that matter. They'd practically drowned each other in the bathtub one night. There had been that incredible quickie with her perched on the kitchen counter.

The best night, however, had been out in the backyard, under the stars and a waxing moon. It had been a sweltering July night and they had both stripped down to almost nothing.

She offered to go outside, and after a moment's hesitation he agreed.

She laid a blanket on the grass and took a break from the gentle breeze and the slightly lowered temperature.

She tried to sleep in a blanket, but it was still too hot. They were covered in sweat. Her eyes were closed as he got closer. She was getting ready to push him away when he took her nipple in his mouth, through the tank top she was wearing. She gasped as he bit at it through the light fabric and his hand worked under her waistband.

"Oh, god, Ronnie." His fingers found her sweet spot. The place between her thighs was warm, hot almost, and slick with sweat and her juices. He was stroking her labia, past her clit, as he was nibbling on her breast.

With that feeling, she took his t-shirt in her hand and twirled it. “Baby, you are too hot. And wet." The t-shirt was old and worn. He fell on her arm.

She looked at him with eyes clouded with desire. "Don't stop."

She was momentarily concerned at what the neighbors might see when he shifted between her legs and slithered her short shorts off. His thumb immediately went to her clit and began rubbing again. She decided then that she didn't care what the neighbors saw, or thought.

He leaned up next to her again and recaptured that nipple, pulling it upward with his teeth, then letting go. Again, and again, as his fingers explored her seeping slit, caressed her thighs, stroked her clitoris. She floated above a wave of sensations engulfed in passion.

Her chest swelled, her pants bleed out of breath, and her body reddened.

"Oh my God."

He smiled at her chest and went down without touching her bare skin until he reached the bottom of the tank top. Then his tongue brushed her back and touched her belly button. Her hips wiggled under his hands.

Then he sucked her naked mounds and threw two fingers at her. She arched towards him. "I love it when you shave."

Inserting her third finger as his tongue found the knot of her pleasure, it was hard and painful. He drew a circle around her and then moved her tongue while placing a finger on her pussy.

She didn't care where she was or who was watching. She just didn't want to quit what he was doing.

First Orgasm Was Heaven. The second was intense.

When a wave of her pleasure hit her, he left for a moment, and she protested. But soon he returned again, thumbing her clitoris. As she worked on her third ridge he lifted her left leg and plunged into the damp, warm tunnel below. Her muscles tightened around him and she screamed when he reached her third orgasm in less than ten minutes.

Unfortunately, her throbbing muscles quickly took care of him, and he came soon.

With a moan he fell over her as she gasped for her.

After a while she pushed him away. "good morning my love."

He groaned in her ears. "Too hot. Leave me alone."

Slowly, giving her full condom, he moves away from her and falls on her back. Then he took off the condom and threw it into the forest.

"Ronnie". The voice of dissatisfaction in her voice.

He laughs. - What should I do?

He kisses her briefly. “Looks like you liked it.

Sleepy: "Yeah, good job."

She starts when the phone rings. She fumbles for the phone and opens it just in time for the switch to voicemail. When the recording stopped, she checked who the message was from. Amy. She will probably have to give her a call and tell her what happened and get another opinion.

He puts the phone to his ear and starts walking.

"Fox? Hey, it`s Amy. Look, I'm calling about Ronnie. He says you kicked him out of the house last night. What the hell happened? He said it wasn't any big deal, that you spazzed out over some little thing and were about to go Lorena Bobbitt on him. I made you lie down on the sofa last night."

Why didn't you send me home? Lissa thought,

"Anyway, he says he's very unhappy and won't answer the phone. So Lis, why don't you call her boyfriend and talk to him? Hmm? Okay, call me.”

Now Amy will be talking about what she was protecting him from. She really wanted to talk to someone, but if he had been there he would have wanted to talk to her.

Emmat did a long run through a forest invisible to most people.

But he knew both birds and small mammals. He has already frightened four deer. There were two females when the season came, and the males when the looting season came, and he was the last big fawn he thought to kill for a while.

At the edge of a small clearing, he smelled a enchanting rabbit.

Slowly and carefully tracking prey. Now track her beating heart, close enough to hear and close enough to see. Rabbits freeze when they hear the rattle of their paws, but they are no ordinary predators. Emmat thinks she is invisible, but she can clearly see the rabbit.

Wind changes direction, nose twitches, rabbit starts running, and white tail marks an escape attempt. But Emmat was too close. A short dash, a leap, and the prey is taken.

Emmat savors the warm blood in his mouth and settles down for a snack.

Making her decision, Lyssa dials Amy's number.

"Hey, girlfriend, what's going on?"

"Where are you?"

"Kitchen, why?"

"Can I talk to you for a little while about what happened?"

"What happened? Ronnie's acting like you freaked out over nothing."

"I couldn't breathe, Amy. He didn't even notice what was going on. I fainted. He thought he was going to die: "

"Lord, fox, what did he do to suffocate you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I see. But it was really scary. He was drunk and got horny and wasn't paying any attention to what was going on."

"Wait, what were you doing?"

"He wouldn't go get a condom. I was sucking his dick."

"Well, OK, I've gotten a little lightheaded before."

"Did you pass out?"

"No." An aside. "Oh, hey."

Lyssa can hear Amy talking to someone else. "Um, Ronnie wants to talk to you."

Lyssa flips her phone shut, breaking the connection. Closing her eyes, she turns it off and stuffs it back in her pocket.

Shoving her hands in her pockets, she starts to wander down the trail. Emmat scrubs his muzzle against the grass, trying to get the blood off of it as she surely wouldn't appreciate seeing it. He has a drink from a small stream and leaves a pile under a tree.

He then lopes back to the bench.

She wasn't there.

After a moment of surprise, he checks for her trail. He sets off in the direction she took, but keeps to the woods, parallelling the trail.

It only takes a couple of minutes for him to catch up to her.

He stands in the shadows, watching. She's lost in thought, looking down, and walking rather slowly.

sniff. see. There is no one around. He is walking about 15 feet away from her. She hardly notices it until she comes over him. "Oh!"

He's big, and covered in a full coat of variegated grey. A couple of fall leaves have settled on his coat. The fur on his muzzle was matted, colored differently. He looked like a wild animal. Almost like a...

Wolf.

Thick coat, thick tail, size. Emmat was tough. He was a wolf.

She froze.

He smelled her sudden terror, heard her pulse fast, and saw her frozen like any other prey animal.

So he sat down and looked at her and tilted his head to one side.

After a while she began to retreat behind her. "Good Wolf. Good Boy". Garbage.

omiborg, omiborg, omiborg. She'd let a wolf into her car, into her house. A wolf!

He was just sitting there, watching her.

What was she gonna do?

Eyes focused on him, she starts pulling her cellphone out as he stands.

She had to call 911. He takes a step closer to her and she opens the phone. She inhaled heavily as he tried to jump.

When he knocked her over she screamed and her phone flew into the grass.

Her before she even reacts, he starts licking her face.

She shakes her body to defeat him, but her brain doesn't realize that he isn't attacking her.

He stops her, stands her over her and waits for her to calm down. Her hands grip his legs and chest with a slight force. It doesn't hurt, particularly, but it was uncomfortable. Her chest heaves as she cracks open an eye and looks at him. He licks her face, once.

Under her breath she mumbles, "What the hell are you?"

Emmat whines.

"Hello! Are you alright?"

Emmat and Lyssa both look up at the sound and Emmat heads for the trees.

Lissa elbowed herself for a pair of young men walking around the corner of the trail in shorts and sneakers. "Did you hit me?"

"Um, no. I tripped over my foot." She gets up and starts dusting her off. "I think I saw something."

"Is this a cell phone?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You must have seen something. There is a lot of wildlife here."

"Wolf?"

The short man laughs. "Around here? No way."

"Probably not for a thousand miles. Did you think you saw one?"

"I dunno."

"Probably somebody's German shepherd got loose."

"Um. OK. Thanks for checking on me."

The taller one looks at her a little more closely. "Sure you're OK? We could walk you back to your car..."

"No, thanks. I'm good. Sorry to spoil your run."

"Not a problem. Take care." They start to jog off.

"You, too."

A short distance off, the one nudges the other. “I wouldn't mind getting a part of it.

"Yes, she is sexy."

"I should have known her name..."

Emmat, who was cut off, watches the conversation, frustrated. If only he could change her look and talk to her. Now she basically understood who he was and because her truth scared her, he had to convince her again.

It's natural for her human men to like her, so she won't be single for long if her relationship with Ronnie ends.

hours were on his side. This would be his best chance to claim her as his own. He's crouched low, invisible to the three of them, just inside the edge of the trees.

She headed back to the car, her phone in her hand, again walking slowly.

He follows and watches her sit heavily on the bench. He walks out, slowly, and sits beside her.

She looked at him and then looked at the phone in her hand.

And she begins to mumble to herself. “There are no wolves here. Park managers will be very interested. But there are coyotes."

Emmat snorts horribly. " You are awful big for a coyote."

Emmat puts his head in her lap. She absently scritches his ears.

"You really don't act like a dog but you don't act like a wild animal either."

"Maybe you're part wolf and you got away from somebody? But there haven't been any reports. Someone would be looking for you."

"Wolves are way out west. Someone must have seen you by now.

- Can I be a problem because you are? Emma is crying. She stroked his hair.

Yes, I see. I like it when you are around. But what if you don't belong here? Now he is weeping.

He couldn't change. Not here.

Someone might see and she'd likely freak out if she saw it.