Wolf Soul

Part 5

Conner found himself sipping a cold beer while local Oldie Rock radio station faded in and out while trying to find the signal again. It was one of those summer nights that just seemed right with a soft breeze from the forest, the sun casting out his last lights to paint the sky pinks and purples on the clouds. Even a few stars peeked out to say hi to wondering eyes.

His last job has taken him to the Vermillion, just 40 miles away. He was helping to put in an outdoor pouch for a family that had just bought their first house and getting ready to make a family. Conner had cut his price down a little once he met the new couple, with the wife showing the child they would soon have.

It had brought back more of the happy moments of his childhood with his family before that winter night. Feeling also something he tried to keep at bay most of the time: loneliness.

Wolf's by nature where pack like animals, much as humans were also. Choosing the solo life he had did at times feel as if an anchor slowly dragging down into that deep water. Feeling sorry for himself was not a Conner type of thing.

"Makes me wonder how long I can stay also?" Thinking of the new werewolves that had moved to the town a few weeks ago.

More the reason he was taking jobs out of town was to keep on the low end of things. Avoiding them as much as he could, just as a matter of time before he did run into them. Unshifted wolves tended to look down at by others. Even more, if they could shift and made the choice to never embrace their wolf soul and nature.

Blinking, the ringtone from one of Korn's songs:

Boom na da mmm dum na ema

Da boom na da mmm dum na ema

"Nolan got his hands on my cell again it seems when I had my back turned," Conner spoke, his lips glancing the edge of the mouth of the bottle.

Setting it down, he reached over to his cell in seeing it was an unknown number. "Hello, Conner MckCreed speaking!"

"Hi, how are you this night?"

A slightly husky female voice echoed in his ears, making him smile in feeling the happy tone in her voice off the bat in those few words. "Good, how can I help tonight?"

Hearing a shift of seat or office chair, she spoke on. "I got your number from Heather! I need a lot of help from a really good local handyman!"

Rolling his eyes, Heather had a bad habit of giving his number it seemed to single females around town. She liked to play matchmaker in town, with him as her main target the last few years. "Well, I do know how to handle a tool or two if asked."

Blinking, he shocked himself he would say that out loud to a clink and to an unknown woman! "Dumb ass...."

Husty laughter filled the earpiece with a snort or two between. "Well, I need a man who can handle a tool or a few! Back to main reason! I really do need some help with a place I just bought! Every person I tend to call just adds more zero's to what they would charge me! After asking around town, they say you do good work with a fair price or is willing to work out payment plans!"

Grinning, Conner felt something odd in her voice, sipping his beer. "Give me the address and I'll swing by tomorrow."

"It's the old bar that shut down last year, I'm the new owner! It really needs some work and I need some help! Some of my friends are willing to help also, we just need someone who knows how to do the work." She spoke, feeding the truth into her words over the phone.

Conner not thinking with the ache in his brain. "Ok, is 11 ok then?"

"I'll be there! Thanks, Conner! I really hope we can work together! Night!"

The other end went dead, making feel puzzled by the whole event of the conversion. Her laugh just seemed to wiggle into his mind and make him smile. "Closed down bar? That would be Jacks..."

Pausing, Conner let his mind do a dot, dot, dot in recalling a few things of facts. The Luna of the new werewolf pack had brought the bar, and he had just taken a job from her on the spot.

Crap!