Century Beast

Century Beast Chapter Seven- Night With The Predator Morning With The Hunter

 I woke up when I heard the cabin door rattling against the whistling wind. I was constantly being woken up by it, paranoid. I would jolt up scared that something was wrong, that Hunter was hurt. I would breath, trying to calm myself.

But to my dismay, the angst of being away to long from Hunter didn’t allow me to calm this time. I got up and looked out the window to see him, the big black wolf that was taller than this tiny cabin, lying calmly but alertly almost completely snow covered.

The cabin was small and cozy, but big enough from a large king sized bed, a fireplace and kitchen a bathroom but almost all in the same room.

I put on my boots and shrugged on my coat and went outside. When I shut the door behind me, Hunter was already watching me, ears perked.

I began to walk out of the over head and walk down the stairs but he shook his head and stood up. He walked over to me shaking out his fur. As soon as he was in front of me I reached over the wood railing and wrapped my arms around his warm furry neck.

When I pulled away, he licked my face and put his cold nose into neck.

“Come inside please. I know you can get in if you crawl. Please, even if I know you’re out here, I still can’t calm down. I can’t sleep.” I huffed with a short laugh. “To think you’ve only been with me for two weeks and I can’t sleep without you there.”

He licked my neck and backed up and stepped up the stairs and slowly climbed up, to see if the deck could support his weight. Soon he was on the deck and he shook his fur again, snow flinging off his coat. He walked with me to the door and then he lay down and crawled through the door.

Once he got into the cabin he went over to the fire to warm up. I took off my boots and coat and went over to sit with him.

“You need to sleep.” He thought to me, nudging me to go.

“Not without you.” I said huddling into his chest.

He shifted and grabbed the mattress with his teeth and pulled it in front of him by the fire. He nudged me onto it and laid closer to me. He was half on and half off the mattress and I was snuggled closely to his chest and underbelly. His nose was in my hair, a simple sign of love and affection he could muster in his current state.

I didn’t take long to fall into a sound peaceful sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to the bed shifting back and forth as a heavy weight got off the bed. I opened my eyes to see semi-fresh wood crackling in the fire place. I rubbed my eyes and turned over to see a muscular figure stretching in the middle of the room.

When my eyes focused I realized it was a freshly woken Hunter, a naked freshly woken Hunter. I was thankful at least his back was to me, but even if he was naked his body was well appreciated. His legs were long and muscular and were shaped to perfection. His butt looked firm and well very, very, very nice. His back was muscled too. His muscled contracted as he swung his arms, loosening the tenseness.

Even though I knew I should look away, I couldn’t. I propped myself up in my elbow and continued to watch him.

He turned to me and saw me, realizing his, uh, state of dress and tried cover himself, smiling embarrassingly. He scampered away to find some pants as I laughed and laid back.

He came back with some ripped jeans on and I had to admit his front was just as good as his back, probably even better. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

“What time is your recital today?” He thought to me.

I slapped my forehead and closed my eyes in self-stupidity. “I completely forgot t about the recital.” I admitted. “It’s at six but she wants us there at 2 so we can go over all the acts.”

He nodded and came to sit by me. I shuddered as I suddenly felt cold land leaved into his back. His skin was warm and comfortable.

“Mmm, you’re so warm.” I murmured as I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder. “What time is it now?” I asked.

“Ten thirty- two.” He responded reaching his arm around me and kissing my head. He caressed my cheek and kept me close at his side.

“My parents are coming home tonight. What are we going to do? What am I going to tell them?” I asked looking up at him.

“You can tell them about me. I can be whatever you want me to be in their eyes.” He assured.

“Alright but where will you go. They wouldn’t possibly let you stay in the house.”

“Well I have this. I can shelter myself and I can hunt some animals-” He began but I cut him off with a shake of my head.

“No. I can’t let you do that. I told you were in this together, every step.” I assured. He smiled and kissed my head and put it down on his shoulder again.  

“We’ll figure something out.” He assured. “But right now I am going to get you home and get you to your recital.”

“But we also have another problem. It is a formal occasion, as in you need a tux.” I grinned.

He smiled and picked me up and he stepped out of the house after wrapping me in blankets and then covered with my jacket and he slipped on my furry boots. I snuggled into him as he glided through the snow back to my home.

“I am assuming that since you’re able to walk through the snow bare foot and only in a pair of ripped jeans, it must be a werewolf thing.” I smiled.

He chuckled and nodded. “But I think you’re naturally warm. I like that, my personal warming sun in this almost never ending winter.”

He smiled and soon we were under my bedroom window. He switched his hold on me so I was balanced on his hip like a baby. He crouched and then we were flying up and he was standing on my windowsill. He grabbed the inside of the sill and then pushed the window open and hopped into my room.

“So you need a tux.” I started as I stood up by myself and let the blankets fall off of me.

He just stood there and looked at me.

“Well I guess it’s time for you to meet my Flower.”