Omega Blues (Gay Romance)

Chapter Thirty-Five: Sausage Catching

Bren

Eventually the smell of heaven drew us downstairs. Will was sitting at the table, a half-whittled hunk of wood in front of him. Chop had spread maps across the table and was pointing something out to Will. Liv was on the floor, an acoustic guitar in her lap. It felt like the only time I saw her without her guitar was when she was in wolf form.

"Hey guys." She didn't even look up at two wolves wandering into the room. "Connor's cooking bacon."

"I can tell." I was worn out and hungry, and it was all I could do to resist my stomach begging me to run into that kitchen.

"I'm going in there," Matt said. "To make sure he hasn't cooked all the meat yet. Yum!"

"We're planning our route," Chop said. "Do you want to help?"

I climbed up onto a seat beside them so I could look at the map. "Why do we have to plan a route?"

Will said, "The local packs are divided, and it helps for us werewolves to communicate between them. We're not trapped to such a small territory, so we can move from one pack to the next, plus they won't attack us."

"We know," Chop said. "You're the magical werewolf king and everyone respects you and thinks you're cool."

"He's saying we're all magical werewolf kings," Liv said. "And queens." She picked out a melody that sounded like We are the Champions.

Will said, "I like to visit every pack, but it's almost impossible to find the time with everything we've got going on. Since I'm here for a few days now I thought I could make a tour of it, visit as many packs as possible."

"And I'm designing a path with a good balance of running and fun things to look at," Chop said. "If we're going to be condescending human saviors, we might as well have some pretty scenery."

"It's all pretty," Will said. "Jagged Rock's the most beautiful place in the world."

"Says the guy who's only ever left Minnesota when he accidentally crosses the border to Canada." Chop winked.

Liv said, "Wolves are beautiful, we don't need anything more fun to look at."

"Yeah, I know," Chop said. "I'm just winding Will up."

Connor walked in with plates piled high; bacon and eggs and greens which looked far less appetizing to me than they would have a few hours and a shape change earlier. He carefully placed the plates out of way of the carvings and drawings. "I've got some raw stuff if you want raw stuff?"

"Yes please," I said. I felt bad for not helping with the food, but about all I could offer was to hunt down a rabbit.

Matt appeared in a cloud of puffy fur. He jammed his snout against my side and said, "Relax. Have fun."

"I am."

"There's venison in there! I'm getting some more." And just like that he was gone again.

Chop said, "I've been in deserts with nothing to look at but wolves, and it was still cool to look at."

Connor said, "You mean Rebel was cool to look at."

Chop laughed and flicked her bacon like a wet paintbrush, spraying tiny droplets toward Connor. I lunged forward to catch all that delicious fat in my jaws.

"Werewolf reflexes," Will said, grinning. "Nice!"

I glowed with pride, even though I knew he was mostly complimenting me for defending his boyfriend.

"Right," Chop said, comparing the map to a large sheet of lined paper. "We've got all the packs here. Is it possible for us to visit them all while we're here?"