Feral

Fable

There was an awkward silence after his question. I didn't know what to say or the emotion that hung in the air.

"I'm still hungry." It wasn't an answer, my face probably read clear avoidance but I could be petty if I wanted. His face seemed to snap out of it, maybe drop a degree or two

"Of Course."

We walked back through the path we'd taken as wolves, the ground had been putty beneath my paws but my feet were tender and delicate. Every fucking stone and stick seemed to find my baby fresh un-calloused skin. I kept my grunts to a minimum, no need for him to know my feet hurt.

We trailed for maybe thirty minutes before suddenly my feet were on flattened and clear dirt. We stumbled out of the forest as quickly as it begun and I finally got a view of the town deep in the isolated wilderness.

Houses were scattered about in a cleared area littered with packed dirt and soft green grass.
Haphazardly packed, there didn't seem to be much planning to the natural wood houses that scattered the clearing. Yet at the same time there seemed some odd beauty to the winding streets.

Adults conversed at door steps and a few cats lingered around. The natural stone house we left from, the pack house I guess he called it, stood at the very end of some sort of residential area. Smoke- natural pine smoke- my nose detected further off. Stores must have been on the other end. I wondered how they lived out here, were there cars? Schools? I'd been running all around these mountainous hills and valleys for months without so much of a sight of anyone else (except for some scared campers). It was sort of amazing, minus the chiseled guy next to me staring at me blatantly take in the scene.

I turned to glance at him for half a second, my eyebrow raised.

So where was the food?

His feet sped up after catching my eye, leading me on through the sudden stares and whispers of people no doubted my taking in my sweaty hair and body. My teeth seemed to lengthen of their own accord as I clicked them to let everyone around me know I meant business.

Lucas quickly turned and headed inside one of the nondescript wooden buildings. I had to skip a little to keep up with his pace as we entered the little diner and slid into one of the cushioned booths at the end.

I barely glanced at the cheesy cartoon menu before we ordered.

"I'll have some bacon, eggs, potatoes, chicken-" I was practically hyperventilating at the thought of so much foot before he cut me off.

"A double portion of that for me as well"

The young waitress bowed to him before scurrying off, no likely to gossip with the cook glaring at me through the window how she served the alphas crazy mate!

I kicked his clasped tanned hands, relaxed on the table in front of him. I met his light eyes head on the dominance he tried to overpower me with made me want to chuckle. The sun caught his floppy curls and highlighted the natural blonde shaggy ends. I looked at his defined cheekbones, the way his dark tee shirt hugged his bulging shoulders.

It was hard to call the man unattractive.

"So do you like breakfast food?" His time was casual, so casual in fact that I laughed.

"Oh just going for the pleasantries now?" My grin was awkward on my face- my muscles didn't really know how to form the expression. It was more like baring my teeth.

I leaned forward, settling into my wide legged stance. "I like meat." I licked my lips salaciously watching his Adam's apple bob as his eyes caught the quick movement. I almost crowed at how easy it was to run around him.