A Wolves Cry

ch.20 Who?

Hunter can feel his breath on her arm, but no bright. She looks back and now he just staring at her watching. "Is something wrong?" she asks trying to read his face. "I don't know, yet, just a feeling." She knows this face, almost concerned. And he returns to the though, of her soft skin.

Suddenly she hears steps two hundred yards from the front porch and closing in fast. "Mick are you expecting company?" and now he can hear it to. Small so it's not a wolf and quick but not vampire fast?

Now down stairs he goes, out onto the front porch. She puts on a pair of white shorts and a tan tank top. She got down stairs to see Mick standing on the front porch, staring at something, with that same face. She stands just in his sight. He briefly glances over, and she mouths the words, "Who is it?"

"Why are you here?" He asks out loud, and then glaces to where she was just standing. And he's thankful that she got the hint. Hunter excepts out the side door. and slowly creeps around the front of the house, where she can hear Mick inviting whoever it was inside. She peeks around the corner of the house, where she can see Mick violently telling her to "Go home, Shy." Dick, she thinks to herself before saying. "Watch for my shoes." On her jog home she can't help but wonder who it was at his house? Was it Derik, or Hayle, thought alone makes Hunter cringes starting to shift. But it is quickly pushed aside as other thoughts seem to have better chances, Nora? she asks herself, she is his prodigy so it would make since. But she quickly comes to the conclusion that even if she could find out who it could be. They would probably be someone she doesn't even know. This did not help at all and once again she found herself fight off the urge to shift. At the end of the day or in her case the begining. She desided she didn't care if she ever found out.

Little did she know, she would not have to wait that long to get her answers.