The Hunt

Chapter 12

I walk into our bedroom and grab my earbuds. This room is still in shambles from our first night. I turn on music and begin to pick up the remnants of that fateful night. I'm no stranger to the idea of "Demons" or "Hellhounds" for that matter. I work on computers for a living. I've been around the internet once or twice in my time. Knowing about them and researching them is my best-kept secret, and still is. I never once thought they existed, however. I finally pick all of the torn cloth off the floor and begin cleaning up the unused sheets. I can't say that her kind isn't my favorite of them all, because then I'd be lying. What caught me off guard is that she's real. Not to mention she's nearly seven feet tall and could kill me in her sleep with ease. I fold all the sheets we don't use and put them away. I move out to the combined dining room and kitchen and sigh. Thanks to the saw we used to cut wood for the door, there is sawdust everywhere. I get to work sweeping the sawdust out of the camper. Clio is different from most of her kind. She is much more caring and considerate of my feelings than what I've read. It's far from uncommon for them to rape their chosen mates into submission. However, I don't feel raped at all. I feel quite the opposite about our first night. I notice that I pulled some fabric out from underneath the table with the broom. I can feel my face heat up as I realize what they are. They are Clio's panties. I'm not sure why they are here, but they are. I'm glad I found them before someone else did. I place them in my suitcase and go back to cleaning the floor again. I'm worried, naturally, about how the world will take to Clio. I'm also concerned about how she will take to the world and life in general. I never thought I'd want this, but I hope there are many more like her. I can feel my anxiety coming back as I clean. I'm worried for her safety and wellbeing in a world that isn't ready for someone like her. I go to wash dishes now, everything covered in sawdust still. I'm worried about how she will react to me going back to work when quarantine is done. Everything will change when things go back to normal. Well, I don't even know my own normal anymore. I can feel it getting harder to breathe as a panic attack creeps up on me. I continue washing the dishes, trying to concentrate on the music in my ears and the dishes in the sink. What will starting a family look like? I can't imagine putting small wolf children in a public school, let alone a private one. I'm getting ahead of myself. There are bigger things for me to worry about right now. I finish doing the dishes and sit on the couch to hopefully relax. I can't believe two days ago she scared me to the point I thought she'd kill me, to now not being able to breathe as I worried about her comfort and life with me. I close my eyes and listen to the music, slightly relaxing myself. I must've dozed off because the next thing I know, I'm outside in front of a fire in the most comfortable chair imaginable. I also smell food, mainly meat, cooking not that far away from me. I slowly look up, seeing Clio relaxes my previous anxieties to a manageable point. I snuggle closer to her, trying to put my mind at ease. I feel her pull me tight against her, still unaware I'm awake. I feel a gentle kiss on the top of my head. I'm still worried about our future, but I know we'll be okay. So long as I have her, we'll make the rest up as we go. I stir to indicate I'm awake, causing Clio to pull me tight against her and to play with my hair. "Good Morning, Sunshine." I smile and sigh, looking up into her all too familiar eyes. I lean up and kiss her softly, rubbing her cheek with my hand. I break it and smile again. "Hi, how was hunting?" She smiles and points to the fire where what I assume to be deer meat is cooking. "Went well. Your brother isn't much help. He can't run fast enough." I chuckle to myself and shake my head. "We can't run fast, Hon." She shakes her head. "I know that now." She hands me a piece of cooked meat, thankfully knowing we eat it cooked, not raw. I take a bite, the flavor suddenly erupting in my mouth. I can't believe she cooked this, let alone how good it tastes. I look up at her, surprise written on my face. "I may not know much about you guys, but my mom taught me how to cook for you." Wait, did she say mom? I figured she had parents, but if they are around that means there must be more of her kind. "It's amazing, Love. Where are your parents?" She smiles. "Thanks! You'll meet them soon enough. They're back home." I have no idea where "back home" is, but I hope it's not far. I eat the remainder of the food given to me, still unsure of how she can cook so well. As soon as I finish eating, she kisses me again only much deeper than before. Why do I feel hair in my mouth? She breaks the kiss and smiles, the dim light illuminating her face just enough for me to make out two blood-red fangs. I can't believe it took me this long to realize how she killed our dinner. I reach up and start pulling deer hair out of my mouth. "I'm sorry! I forgot to get the hair out of my mouth!" I continue pulling hair out, softly chuckling at the weird experience this is. I catch sight of one of my fingers as I pull a long hair out. My fingers have blood on them, as well as my lips, and in my mouth. I slowly stand up and find the water bottle from earlier, using the water to wash my mouth out. I can see her beet red blushing, or I think she's blushing. Nope, that's blood. I finish rinsing my mouth out and turn to her. "Clio, are you covered in blood?" She shyly nods and looks away. I grab her hand and make her stand before gently pulling her into the camper. "Where are we going?" I turn to her, this time I'm the one with the smirk. "To clean up, silly!"