Wolf Soul

Part 8

Nolan wrinkled his nose from the sawdust that had invaded the passages in now sneezing into the air. His ash-blond hair had been tied back by a rubber-band as it shook with this sneezing. Part of the warlock was at this moment cursing a certain werewolf handyman in making him join in the fixing of the bar a few weeks ago.

Well, more like Conner had driven up in his truck, knocked on Nolan door and had taken his beer out of his hand and dragged him to his cabin for a long talk and bulling him that he was going to help.

Friends huh? Nolan at first was ready to say no, but in his understanding: Conner was scared. Not that all out will run away from life scared, just more he was outside his zone of comfort and needed his "pack" to back him up in any form he might need.

So why Nolan said yes to the dress and took now to using his afternoons to help Conner in slowly fixing the bar the last few weeks. He had also liked Brier off the bat with her sunny energy and throwing on a pair of work gloves to help out in making this place something special.

"Speaking off...."He thought, blowing his nose and looking at the other side of the room with a foxy smile in what he did see.

Conner had pulled off his blue star wars shirt with his blank tank top sticking to his lean back as he moved a sander up and down. His goggles kept the dust from his as he might glance up a little at the person helping him to keep the plank steady as she could.

Brier had thrown on a black t-shirt still stood in blue paint from working at the Den house yesterday. Her own googles had a fine layer of sawdust on them. Feeling the wood shake from the grinding of the machine and also trying to keep her eyes glancing up. Mr.Handy man muscles lay corded, his veins slightly moving under his light tan skinned in controlling the sander, sweat making them glow a little in the shin of the lights overhead. Which more of his scent, sweat-filled and woody danced on her nose, more man in his prime that made her inner wolf nearly purr in wanting to roll in it, or his clothes after a sex dive into a bed.

Rachal also rolled her eyes in seeing Nolan's smile in watching the pair on the other side. Having broken down a bad wall to find a nice brick under the rotting wood. She had with gloved hands, pulling off the dead wood. Brier's aura had been keen, in hunting mood as soon as Conner walked in and more when he had pulled off his shirt. The man was built, don't get her wrong, catching a gander at his flat stomach, showing the barest hints of a six-pack under his tan skin when he moved, the play of the muscles would get any woman going.

Brier had gone into full-on wolf hunt mood, her eyes widening in licking her lips. Her body tense and ready to pounce on the kill. Rachal had to send her message in her mind to calm down around the humans. Hell, Nolan was grinning in watching the show and highly enjoying.

Rolling her eyes, she felt Brier still tense and growing more. Watching, Conner had grabbed a bottle of water and was chugging it down, some of the liquid falling from his mouth to travel down his jaw to his neck in a wet trail. Flowing over his Adam's apple to the inner part of his neck and down to the lining of his shirt and his chest. Already the tank top was clinging with sweat to frame his lean chest as it moved from the water in his drinking.

"She's going to jump him..."Rachal thought, knowing full well Brier was having many a dirty daydream in her mind.

Nolan went back to his work a little, chuckling in knowing the Luna was more than ready to take Conner and have some wild fun in the woods. Sad thing was, his friend was not showing the same interest as he should in her. Gods, he was clueless at times when it came to this kind of thing! "She's going to make you howl my friend.." he thought, smug in his choice in making the handy-man take this job for the spell...

Just well, now how long did that spell last? Nolan only fought his laughter, knowing and hoping his set up plan would work in a week or less as Conner's real wolf soul scent would start to show up a bit more in odd moments.

"He's going to hate me, but you need this Conner! " Nolan bit his lower lip, sanding a little rougher in his thoughts of how Conner might take this,"Betrayal I might think, even anger. He needs to start living his life, his real life..."

Stopping, his thoughts pulled back as a bottle of water hung in the water by a slender and strong female hand at his eye level. "Water?"

Looking up, Rachal was leaning over a little and holding the bottle. Grabbing it to stand up as his spin shifted to a normal length and growling a little in twisting the cap and taking a gulp to his dry throat, "Thanks."

Nodding, the Beta of the Evergreen pack watched the two on the other side talking. Conner was smiling, sweating as his eyes linger a moment on his Luna's face in an easy smile of a joking humor of something she said to him.

"I give them two weeks till they fuck."

Spitting out his water, Nolan coughed in hearing the blunt statement from the female. "What?"

Rachal looked at him, his eyes thankfully with contacts now of pure white for a shock value. "I give em two weeks till they play tag in the sheets."

He blinked, "Maybe."

Rachal eyed the strange man, smiling in a coy way on her perky lips. "Want to make a bet?"

Trying not to laugh at her coyness, Rachel might come off a bit stiff, but she did have sharp wit in her own right. "Nope, I always loss"

Conner on other ends, was trying to keep his mind off other things as well, how her shirt clung to her skin, seeing the strong but soft curves of her body, the silk muscles under her slim and hard arms, even how the blue veins looked under her skin made his mind go in wonder how they might taste if he licked her skin.

Shaking his head, "Do touch, Conner! You know what she is! A Luna werewolf with a full pack that would run you out of town once they found what you are."

Briar smiled, fanning herself with a hand, "I say we get some food before we keep going huh guys?"

A shared yep was thrown into the air as the work stopped for an hour for the need of food and maybe a cold beer.

Just as this was taking place, a young coyote was limping, her left leg had two bullets locked into. Whimpers in the smell of the blood of her mother still lay in her golden fur and hearing the yells of her family was they burned alive in their farmhouse.

While the fire burned, the scent of those unholy creatures flesh being chared in the flames made a woman smile. Her eye only watching the flames dance as her kin burned the other parts of the farm and looked for any pups that might have been overlooked. Her other eyes were gone, a homeless socket in her face with a broken nose and the deep scars of a wolf bite taking part of her cheek in her young years.

Mother of the Saw Hunters, Abby Saw felt her blood sing at the end of the hunt and knowing the next place that needed their Holy Cleanings "Bicker, we are coming to save you...."