Under an Alaskan Moon (Sample)

Chapter 8

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It was late when they arrived home. Colin watched protectively, ears listening for any sign of danger, as Faye shut her chickens in the coop and yawned tiredly. It had been a long day.

Once inside the warm cozy cabin, Colin trotted over to the bearskin rug and flopped down with a huff. He was hungry but right now his legs were shaking from walking.

He was weak still, something he didn't really want to admit but had to. His eyelids drooped as Faye puttered around before disappearing in her bedroom. Colin's ears perked as he heard the sound of her clothes hitting the floor before water started running.

Imagining her in the bath-tub, water running down her soft naked skin made a soft whine leave his muzzle. He wanted to go join her, as her mate, as a man. He needed hands to worship her body, lips to kiss her skin. And a proper tool kit if he was ever going to make love to her the way he wanted to. He wanted a love like he saw between his parents.

He quickly reminded himself of Faye's humanity as he laid his head down on his paws. If Faye even accepted him should he finally Change, there would be a long courtship time he was sure. Wasn't that how humans did it?

True his kind had their own way of courting but intimacy was all a part of that. Colin heard the shower shut off and got to his feet as Faye walked out, her hair in a towel and her cheeks flushed a rosy red from the heat of the shower. "Wolfie," she sang out, "Hungry baby?"

Colin eagerly made his way to her side, rubbing his body against her legs, hoping she would reach down and give him a cuddle. With a laugh, she did, before making her way to the fridge and getting out a piece of the meat she had bought on the way home. As she put it in a bowl and set it on the floor, she said, "The man said liver would help you get your strength back. Hope you like it."

Even though the meat smelled like the wrapper it had come out of and not the fresh wild scent of game, he sniffed it and then scarfed it down, hungrily.

Faye sat at the table, pouring herself a bowl of milk and then shaking half the box of cereal in it. Absentmindedly, she looked down in surprise when Wolfie laid his head on her knee. "Finished already?" she asked wide-eyed, "You must have been hungry."

Quickly, Faye finished eating. She was so tired and her bed was practically calling her name. After leaving her bowl in the sink, she headed for her room. Colin hesitantly followed her, watching as she disappeared into the bathroom once more. He peeked in and saw her brushing her teeth with one hand and combing her hair with the other.

Stepping back from the door, he looked at her giant bed and felt another wistful longing to be in his skin again. That bed just looked so soft. Maybe he could just sit on it a minute. Faye was not looking.

He swung his head to look over his shoulder at her in the bathroom, before nimbly jumping up on the bed and sitting. His tail thumped against the mattress as he waited a moment to see if Faye had heard him.

She hadn't. She was singing now.

With a happy sigh, Colin fell over in a doggy heap and rolled into his back, paws straight up in the air, his tongue lolling out.

Faye stepped out of the bathroom, pausing as the urge to laugh made her clap her hand over her mouth. That silly goose. Wolfie lay flat on his back, his legs straight up in the air as a weird grunt/moan came out of his muzzle. Unable to contain herself, Faye nearly choked on a laugh.

He jumped up, hearing her, guilty as could be, and tumbled off the bed with a yelp as Faye continued to laugh at him.

His head popped up from the other side of the bed to look at her.  If she was laughing she must not be mad, right? His tail thumped the floor as he cocked his head at her.

"You are one weird wolf," Faye managed to say around her giggles as she sat down on the bed, her legs crossed, "Come here you goofball."

Colin wasted no time hopping back up on the bed beside her and stretching out, taking up half of the bed with his body.

Faye left him there while she locked the doors and turned out the lights. "No doggy slobber on my sheets," she warned as she got under the covers.

Colin let out a soft 'woof' at her and she giggled, murmuring sleepily, "Silly puppy."

Colin laid his head on her chest and sighed, closing his eyes. Her arm came around him as she snuggled into his fur and he couldn't stop his tail from thumping against the bed at her touch.

"Stop wagging your tail," she groaned, sleepily.

Colin whined, trying to tell her he couldn't help it.

"I swear sometimes I think you're trying to talk to me," she said softly before kissing the top of his head, "Now go to sleep."

Colin watched her with adoring eyes as she dropped off to sleep. Frustration surged through his veins. He was where he was supposed to be; in his promise's arms, holding her, loving her, but because of his fur she might not ever know.

He tried to make himself relax so he could sleep as his mind swarmed with thoughts about what he would do if he couldn't ever shift back to his skin. Colin knew he would stay with Faye all her days as nothing more than her wolf if that was the case. But without his skin, he couldn't claim her. And if he didn't claim her, she would eventually die.

A hand gently stroking down his back, calmed him slightly, and his eyes swiveled up to look at Faye. She was still sleeping, but had somehow noticed his distress.

Perhaps she felt the beginnings of the bond? Colin didn't know, but he was able to fall asleep with her scent calming him.

He could worry about the future tomorrow.

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