Life is quiet and comfortable for Gael. Abel has moved in to his house, school is going great and he has his little solid friend group.
But as the population of wolves grows from one to four, Gael has to figure out how to navigate them looking to hi...
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I waved goodbye to the wolves, already looking forward to our meeting the following week. We'd meet once a week just to talk about whatever. Try and socialise with each other. So far, we had only met at my house, but I wanted to go out soon too. Small things. Like going to the café together. Meet up on campus as a group. But so far neither Meera nor Samuel was too comfortable with it. They wanted to at least pretend no one knew they were werewolves.
Abel put his arms around me from behind and kissed the side of my head. "How was it this time?"
"I'm worried about Meera. Samuel seems to be opening up. Tasha could be without these meetings at this point. She has just joined in so well."
"I like her. She's going to be such a nice addition to our own friend group. Do you want all of the wolves to be that?"
"Not necessarily. I wanna be friends with them obviously, but maybe not necessarily like I'm friends with our friends. It'd also be nice if they went out and got their own friends. Like Tasha and Liza."
"Mmhmm," he murmured in my ear, kissing my throat.
"What is up with you these days? You're obsessed," I laughed and moved out of his embrace, turning to face him.
He shrugged. "You're hot."
"I haven't changed a single thing about myself though."
Abel grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into the house, pushing me against the door. "You have changed. You're so confident and you don't slouch anymore. It's hot." He bent down and kissed me, moving down over my jaw and to my throat again.
"As much as I'd love to do whatever you're imagining doing right now, I really need to take Dave on a walk," I said, having a hard time controlling my voice.
"I wanna join," he said and pulled back, kissing my forehead. "But after..." He pressed his body against mine, pushing me up against the wall again. "After."
"Alright, after," I murmured, having a hard time not just saying 'now' instead of 'after'.
So, we got the leash on the little puppy and then got going. The summer was on its last legs, but it was still warm. The light was turning less and less harsh, softer with autumn coming closer and I was itching to get out and shoot some photos for some references.
I walked down the street with my boyfriend in one hand, my dog in the other and literally nothing could've fucked up my day. If it hadn't been for that smell.
I stopped abruptly in front of the convenience store. The small hairs on the back of my neck rose. As did the hairs on my arms.
"Gael? You alright?" Abel asked, but his voice was all muffled.
I blinked hard and tried rolling my neck to get that tight feeling off it, but it only spread. Then there was this 'ding' coming from the convenience store's doors and I whipped around, coming face-to-face with the source of the smell.
