The Demon and His Plaything

14| The run

She was so late. Godrick was driving her to another spot where she could enter her pack's territory. She didn't have enough time to get back to the pack house and shower before joining everyone so she was angling for an area where there was a creek–it was deep enough she could bathe in it. It was all very risky though.

A progression of dark vans and SUVs caught Samantha's eye as they drove past. An odd feeling stirred inside her. She sat higher in her seat, feeling a disquiet in her chest.

Godrick noticed her unease. "All good?"

"Yeah..." she couldn't explain what she'd felt as the vehicles went past. "Just up here," she guided him to where to stop.

He pulled the car over and rushed to keep up with her as she leapt from the car. Just before the boundary, she turned to him.

"You can't come any further." She pulled her dress over her head. "Can you throw that out for me?"

He looked back at her, distracted by her sudden nakedness, as he took the dress she pushed into his hands. "What?"

"I can't take it home, it smells too much of you."

He looked down at it. "Okay..."

She danced on her feet a bit. She felt the urgency of needing to get back but she ached at the thought of leaving him.

She rushed forward and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her instinctively.

"Talk more tomorrow," she promised. She took a few steps from him and shifted. She heard Godrick's sharp intake of breath.

Her wolf stared at him. It was tall enough that the top of her head was up to his shoulder. Her wolf dropped to the ground, tucking her legs and dropping her head, a whine coming from low in her throat.

Fuck, Samantha thought, we have to go. The rising full moon was making her wolf's instincts hard to push against.

Godrick dropped to his knees and embraced her around her neck. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'll see you again soon."

They both stood, Samantha's wolf trotting a few meters before looking back.

Godrick stood rooted to the spot, holding her dress. Her wolf howled low and mournfully then grabbed her little backpack, turned and ran.

~*~

Godrick remained there for a long time. He climbed into the car but just couldn't find the strength to leave. He sat there as the sun completed setting, a solemn feeling settling. His time with her was always too short.

Realising it had become nighttime, he sighed and turned the car on to head back to the city. A full vibrating sound brought his eyes to the glovebox, where he'd left his mobile. He languidly reached over and popped it open. Another of those big black vans went past, catching his eye. This one was booking it.

"Yo." He answered as he flipped it on speaker.

"Fuck, dude!" Grim exclaimed. "Where you been?"

"I–

"I need my car back. Krig is pitching a fucking fit. He wants to be picked up–that shit's going down now."

Godrick felt a chill. "Fuckin' where?"

"I'll send you the location, if you're closer to it just go get him."

Godrick fumbled to check the location–fuck, did it have to do with her pack? He glanced down at the map on his phone as he drove. It was miles further south. He didn't know how big pack territories were.