Cabin Fever - An Erotic Novel

Chapter 39 - Last wolf gets a shaved tail (FINAL EDIT)

It hadn't snowed for hours. The clouds were long gone. Overhead the stars had come out to play. It wasn't that late, but this far up north days were short this time of year.

"Do you think we are getting closer?" Abbie said to the big dark wolf dragging itself through the deep snow behind her. "Wag it if you say 'yes.'"

The wolf pushed its way through the snow to stand next to her. It peered into the winter night, yellow eyes glittering. It turned its head from side to side as if looking for something. Finally, it wagged its tail.

"Good," Abbie said. "It's gotten a lot colder," she exhaled and was rewarded with a plume of frost, "and my guess is the temperature is going to drop even more. I'm not really packed for this sort of weather."

Abbie reflected on the contents of her pack. You should never go into the mountains without being prepared for anything. Her parents had taught her that from an early age. But she hadn't even planned to be out on skis, let alone in such heavy snows – and now this sudden freezing cold. Besides, she had been forced to make room for her dress, nice underwear, pumps, makeup, and more. Her pack could only hold so much; Abbie had been forced to prioritize.

"I think we should take one more stop, eat whatever is left in my pack, then push forward to the cabin. Agreed?"

The wolf nodded.

"Let's make a quick shelter and get a fire going. Find us a good spot, will you?"

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"You got a dress in there, and heels," Greg said, trying not to laugh.

She gave him a stern look. "You think I would go to the cabin to meet Bella, within nothing to wear? I'm not her size at all; I'd be forced to go naked or wear that," she said and nodded towards Greg's. He was in his usual apparel: too small woolen cap and mittens, torn thermal bag.

"Point taken," he said and drank the rest of the hot chocolate. "This stuff is just too sweet," he said. "I can hardly taste the chocolate, just all the sugar."

"I like sweet," Abbie replied. "But yeah, it could do with a bit less."

"I think we're close now," Greg said.

"How close?"

"Not sure. Maybe an hour, hour and a half in this snow. Cabin should be on the other side of that hill."

"Should be? Isn't this like your wolf pack territory? You should know it like the back of your hand."

"I'm more of a city wolf," Greg said, "I didn't spend too much time running through the woods."

"So you have a cabin in the mountains, but you actually just sit inside? What's the point?" Abbie exclaimed.

"Bella. She felt we – she – needed a cabin, to become accepted by the locals. You guys aren't really that welcoming to foreigners."

"True that," Abbie admitted. "We can be a pretty uptight bunch."

"Having a cabin, talking about having a cabin, taking half of Friday off to go to the cabin... these things are important to you. So Bella wanted one, so she could be one of them. A cabin owner."

"But the city wolf didn't?"

"Actually, it became my favorite place. Bella and I had a lot of fun there. She was... less bossy and bitchy up here, can you believe it."

"Hardly. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt," Abbie added.

"She kind of spoiled it, though, when she started leaving me at home, taking Felix instead."

Abbie's head snapped up at the mention of Felix.

"Yeah, I know. I didn't like it either," Greg said.

Abbie looked down again and busied herself rearranging something in her pack.

"We should get going," she said. "Undress and toss it over. I'll pack it up, in case we need it again."

Greg did as she bade. As soon as he had handed her the garments, he turned back into his wolf form, but Abbie had time to get a good look. He really took good care of himself, especially for an older man.

She wondered how old he really was? Fifty? Older? Younger? She had no idea. Older men weren't within her area of expertise.

Abbie slipped on her skis, and off they went, heading towards where the cabin should be.

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They found the snowmobile half an hour later. Or rather, Abbie saw the tracks first, then followed them to where the vehicle lay buried. Someone had taken it out for a ride, then hit deep, loose snow, and the snowmobile had tipped over and gotten buried. Whoever had ridden it had been unable to get it out of the deep snow.

"What kind of idiot uses as a snowmobile in these conditions!" Abbie exclaimed.

The wolf didn't answer.

"Only an amateur would do such a thing. We have at least a meter of fresh snow, completely obscuring the terrain. Sooner or later, you hit something – or you get stuck. Dumb – and dangerous!"

Abbie dropped her pack and turned her reserve headlight to the max, surveying the scene.

"Someone tried to dig out the snowmobile but failed," she pointed out. "Then walked back the way it came. Look, there are footprints in the snow, made with snowshoes. They're vague – the snow hasn't set yet – but unmistakable. At least two people. One much heavier than the other. They are possibly carrying or dragging something, maybe a third person? Wait. Tracks are leading to this place also."

Greg regarded her intently with big, yellow eyes.

"But the snowmobile only seats two... they were either overloaded when it got stuck... no, that's not it... they got stuck and couldn't – or wouldn't – leave. Maybe someone was injured? Then someone else came on foot, Felix maybe? With extra snowshoes. Then they went back to the cabin. That's it. That's what happened!"

The wolf turned into a man.

"It's my snowmobile. Felix or one of the kids must have taken it," his voice was already strained from the cold.

"Felix is not that dumb," Abbie declared. "The kids did it. Two of them. The male and one of the women I'll warrant."

"Whatever you say," Greg shuddered. "You can follow the tracks. They will lead you back to the cabin."

"What do you mean, 'you can follow the tracks'? Are you dumping me, Greg?"

Greg was shaking pretty bad now. His human form had no fur, no protection against the elements. "I don't think it's so smart if I go all the way. What if I get... affected again? I don't want to hurt you, Abbie."

Abbie considered this for all of two seconds, then shook her head. "No, I don't think so. You should stick with me."

"But..."

"No buts. You're doing fine, it seems. No more urges to rape me or eat me, no?"

Greg looked down, hanging his head in shame. "No... not since..." his voice fell away.

"Good," Abbie said. "Then it's not a problem. If you were going to become a raging monster again, you would have already. This should be 'safe' enough for the both of us. Now put on your fur before you freeze to death."

Greg turned back into a wolf.

She turned down the light a bit, swung her pack back on, and started following the tracks. "Last wolf to the cabin gets a shaved tail!"