Red and Silver

Chapter Ten - Trouble In Paradise

Quinn

I cocked my gun at the rustling in the foliage.

To a normal person, they might assume a raccoon or a wild dog was the culprit for such a racket.

I wasn't a normal person, so I knew better.

It didn't take long for that thing to creep slowly out of the bushes.

Sam.

But not Sam, not properly. Not when he's human.

A proper person. I thought bitterly.

He had to have big balls in order for him to wander so far into hunter territory.

Green eyes were the only thing that harkened back to his humanity. As green as a spring day.

Dark brown fur, so dark it was almost black. Ears that pricked at every sound possible. Teeth that could tear me to shreds.

In front of me was Sam, a wolf so large that he could stand at about my chest height. A werewolf.

Sons of the Moon is what the old legends used to call them. Hunter calls them the scum of the earth, along with the leeching suckers.

"You shouldn't have come." My voice was as clear as a bell, without a note of disturbance.

Of course Sam didn't say anything, as he usually did. He simply stared at me with eyes so full of emotion.

One bullet, that would be all it would take to kill him. But he sat down right in front of me, trusting me with the fact that I wouldn't shoot him.

So I lowered my gun, stashed it slowly back into my holster, ignoring every cell in my body that was screaming at me to run or kill. I sat down, and looked patiently into his eyes, waiting for any change.

Sometimes he wouldn't change, he would just sit there and curl up as I told him everything. Sometimes I read to him, stories about aliens and elves and poetry.

"It's too dangerous Sam, we can't keep doing this. If we get caught, we're both fucked." I sighed, tangling my fingers in his fur.

He just lay his head down in my lap and huffed out a little breath.

Oh my ancestors would be rolling in their graves.

I get this tendril of anxiety, of panic, it always leads to the questioning. So I ignore it. I simply forget to be what I was born to be.

A killer.

I don't know how long I sat there with his head in my lap, humming softly. I don't know when fur turned to hair, I barely noticed the change in texture. But for one moment he was simply dozing off with me, with all the wild and carefree nature of an animal, and the next he was human again. Sitting up and staring at me with more than a little warmth in his eyes. But there was also a haggard look about him.

His hands tilt my chin upwards to meet his mouth. And then he was kissing me.

Soft lips and calloused hands, mint breath is hot in my mouth.

His teeth graze my lips with endearing tenderness.

It sounds cheesy and dumb to say it but, it felt electric.

"We should stop." He breathed out.

"Why?" I murmured back.

"Because like you said, I shouldn't have come."

I drew away from him. His eyelids were half closed, looking at me sleepily.

"Because it's too dangerous? Or because you don't agree with it?" My voice sharpened.