Page 84 of The Howl
He halted midair, just shy of my hand.
“Baby, don’t be like that,” he said. “I got what you need. Come here and let big P treat you right.”
“I think I just threw up in my mouth. Stop talking like that.”
“Like what? You don’t want your baby daddy sweet-talking you?”
“Baby daddy? You are not—”
He zoomed over to my bed and landed face up on my pillow.
“You know what you need? A ride. Hop on, mama,” he said, patting his tiny hips.
“I should sit on you and end my suffering, you annoying little P.”
“Hey now,” he said, sitting up. “Don’t be like that. Is the baby giving you trouble?”
I threw my hands in the air just as my phone started to ring. I grabbed it, thankful for any reason not to continue the conversation with Piepen.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I answered.
“Everything okay?” Megan asked.
Piepen chose that moment to start humping my pillow. I covered the phone to yell at him before answering her.
“Not really. I need to find Piepen a better home.”
Piepen squealed and started pleading with me to let him stay until the baby was born. I rolled my eyes.
“You do what you need to do,” Megan said.
“Thanks."
Piepen came flying at me in all his naked glory.
“I gotta go,” I said quickly then hung up.
“No, Piepen. Enough is enough. Get back to your drawer pillow and stay there, or I'm going to put you in a cage. And for the last time, I am not pregnant with your baby or anyone else’s. I’m still a virgin, and so are you.”
I slammed my door on the way out of my room.
Chapter Fourteen
Winter’s windcooled my face but not my temper. A faint howl echoed in the distance followed by another further off. How great would it be to just change what I was and run free? No. Instead, I was stuck at the Quills’ in my own personal hell. What would Dad say about all of this? He’d lecture on promiscuity then ask if I’d spoken to my mother lately.
Sighing, I brushed the snow off of a bench and sat. I was who I was. Not a product of my upbringing but of my experience and the personal decisions made because of those experiences. People, whether human or not, weren’t just food. Each life mattered regardless of birth or background. Why couldn’t the Council see the same thing I did? We were all connected. People who knew people who knew people. Every time I heard a human say, “it’s a small world, isn’t it?” I was reminded of those connections. Yet, people with influence and power tended to forget that.
Was it fear that kept them rigidly holding to their beliefs that only their way could be the right way? Heaven forbid I be allowed my differences or be shown any acceptance because of them. My thoughts ricocheted back at me. Was I being the stubborn one? Was I unhealthy? I wished that everyone would stop telling me what to do and let me figure it out on my own.
I kicked at the snow at my feet and looked up at the stars.
“What are we looking at?”
The voice, so close to my ear, made me jump.
Swiveling, I glared back at Fenris.
“What are you doing?”
