Saving Nicole

Chapter 42: I Murdered a Tamale

Dallas's POV
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Later that night, after helping more Pack Mates, I decide I need to eat dinner myself. I haven't eaten all day, too stressed about my injured Pack. They risk their lives for something they don't understand fully without question. That is why they are such a good Pack. They trust my father and I's decisions. We wouldn't do anything unless we had good purpose.

I tilt my head to look at the clock. Ten. It's late.

But I'm starving.

Heading into the kitchen, I go straight for the fridge, knowing there's some frozen tamales.

I grab them, feeling myself wanting to eat them right then. I'm impatient. Tearing the plastic off one, I shove it into the microwave, waiting the long two-three minutes for it to finish heating up. When the machine beeps, I about rip the door open.

As soon as I grab the plate and set it down on the table, I sit. I start gobbling the tamale, shoving bites into my mouth as fast as I can. My wolf instincts decide to surface and with a quick glance around the room to make sure no one is with me, I ditch the spoon and devour the tamale. I'm so hungry. I've never done this before; never felt this need.

I know I'm an animal.

I bite into the tamale again, carefully holding it up to my mouth. There's hardly anything left, but my stomach feels as if it's caving in on itself.

My teeth sink into the tamale flesh. I moan, the feeling soothing my aching canines that can't seem to stay short. I hunch over my dinner.

"Someone's hungry." My eyes dart up to see Nicole staring at me with wide eyes. I pull away from the tamale, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and feeling embarrassed. Crumbs fall onto the plate. My stomach growls. I'm still hungry. And I really want to make the ache in my teeth go away. "You... You still hungry?" She asks, her voice even despite the obvious surprise she feels. I'm mortified, but honestly? I'm starving.

"Sorry. It makes... It makes my teeth stop aching."

"No. No, don't apologize. It's good that you gave in to yourself. You need to give in more, so that won't happen as much. You hold it back so it builds up." When did she become the instinct expert?

"I shouldn't have done that." I say quietly, leaning back and rolling my head back.

"No. It's good if it makes you feel better." A few minutes later, the sweet smell of the tamale fills my nose and I look down to see another one in front of me, steaming from just being heated. I stare at it and then look up at Nicole. She jerks her head at the tamale, crossing her arms in a relaxed way and returns her gaze to me. "Do it again." For a second, I look at her like I misunderstood her. Surely she's kidding. I look back down at the tamale, my stomach growling. It looks so good... I'm tempted. My hands rest on the table, itching to eat. "Dallas." I glance up at her. "Stop holding back. Give in. Do it again." I grit my teeth. I can't do this anymore.

With a very animalistic growl, I start tearing it apart, unable to help myself. The ache in my teeth remains, so I dig my teeth deeper into the tamale, relishing the feeling. I moan from the feeling, closing my eyes. It feels so good. The tamale is finally satisfying my hunger. Starting to, at least.

I'm aware of Nicole watching me the whole time.

But I couldn't stop myself if I tried. I don't want to stop. I don't want to. At all. I keep grunting and groaning and moaning, hunching over my food as if protecting it. I completely give in.

After finishing it, I lean back to stare at the ceiling, panting. I'm still hungry. I don't understand.

Nicole looks at me with wide eyes, showing surprise. I'm embarrassed again.