Freakshow

Chapter Thirty

I kept my clothes on, but midway through our run, I wished I'd stripped naked.

It was empowering, the feel of Cai's muscled wolf body between my legs, me tightening my grip on him and hanging onto his shaggy coat with both hands.

I felt at one with the entire world, the power surging through me felt like I was fucking high, and the connection I had to Cairo made it feel like the best hit of E I'd ever had.

He chased Mila, who turned out to be a light coloured, smaller wolf. She looked almost like a Greyhound with a massive ruff of fur around her neck. She was more elegant than Cai's massive black form, and could apparently run like the wind.

She didn't seem to have any set route in mind, she'd never been there so it was all random, but her leaps and bounds appeared to have a purpose.

I remembered what Cairo had told me about his senses being extremely heightened, and wondered if they were following something I couldn't detect.

I felt a pang of envy at their transformation, I was so completely locked inside my body. I could sense the power at my feet, and see it in action when I used it, or watched Cairo shift, but it was inaccessible to me on this level.

Mila took a high leap over a six foot chain link fence, and I braced myself as Cai followed.

I let out a shriek, it was so startling to be that high off the ground with the wind whipping my hair around in my face.

He landed softly, without a sound, and I marveled at the absolute control he maintained even in the form of a beast.

Mila paused and sniffed the air, turned to look at Cairo with her amber eyes, and made a noise in the back of her throat.

Cairo responded, and once again I felt left out. I envied their bond in this form, their easy communication. I was grateful that Mila wasn't interested in marrying Cai, and now it would be forbidden because of our bond, but it still bothered me that I was on the outside.

They turned and bounded across a junk yard, a wide industrial space stacked with cars and crushed vehicles of all description.

Mila came to a sudden halt, making Cairo pull up hard enough that I almost slid off his back over his head.

He turned and whined, I readjusted to get a better grip on him and he walked forward, watching a small dark space as intently as Mila.

It occurred to me that I didn't know if they ate in wolf form. I assumed they did, but I hadn't asked what?

I saw a flash of movement in the dark, the glimpse of grey fur.

Mila leaped forward, her paws pressed on something and I heard a yelp.

She chomped with her jaws and dragged a wiggling coyote out of the hole, chomped again and it stopped wiggling.

Blood stained her mouth and teeth and she gave us a toothy grin, exposing her red canines.

I shuddered at the sight, and prayed Cairo wouldn't join in.

She seemed submissive to him, dipping down and wagging her tail with her ears pressed back against her head.

He nodded and stepped back, giving her free reign to devour the carcass.

It was over in a moment, crunching and fur flying was all that indicated what she was eating.

When she was finished, she sat on her haunches and panted, her tongue lolling out. I could still see chunks of meat in her teeth and grimaced, trying not to judge but feeling a little sickened nonetheless.