Page 31 of One Night with the Werewolf
TWELVE
ROSCOE
Of course I’m proud of Emelia for standing up for herself. If anyone needed to get that out of their system, it was her. She’s been walked over for years, and it was bound to explode at some time or another.
I’ll deal with all the shrapnel later. Jason needs to cool down for a while, and then we’ll talk about it like adults. He does have one good quality, and it’s that he doesn’t take things in life too seriously, so I think we can iron this out.
My friends took the news about Emelia and the baby with mixed reviews.
“You sure you want to do all that again?” says Greg, a bigfoot I know from an old job working construction. “The toddler years? That shit is exhausting.”
I know it’ll be a challenge, but I’m excited for it. And doing it with a woman I love as much as Emelia? It’s like the life I never got to have the first time around.
“I dunno,” says one of my other buddies, “I think you’re just jealous, Greg.”
In the meantime, it’s the end of October and we’re approaching Halloween. And this year, that also happens to be the night of the full moon.
Great.
I usually try to keep as low a profile as possible when I wolf out. Get away from people, out in the woods as far as I can walk before the change takes over.
But now, things are different. I have this woman to protect, to watch over. The wolf is not keen to leave her on a full moon, when we’ll want her the most.
We. I don’t always think of us that way. Usually we want different things, but we are united in our adoration of Emelia. And so I propose that we go camping together that night, at a remote site I know about where there shouldn’t be anyone else out celebrating Halloween.
“Do I get to wear a costume?” she asks. “I always love wearing a costume.”
I don’t quite understand the question, given no one else will be around, but I don’t argue with the pregnant woman.
“Sure, you can.”
She comes up with something cute, an orange dress with a pumpkin face on it and a matching hat. I’m going to rip that dress off her the moment I transform, but she can look adorable while wearing it now.
“It’s going to be cold up there,” I warn her. “It’s the end of October.”
“I know, I know.” She zips up the puffer coat she has on over her costume. “I’ll be fine.” I also had her put on running shoes.
“Why?”
“Well, what do you do when you see a big scary monster?” I ask.
“Um… usually, you run.” She grins. “But I don’t think I’ll run from you.”
“What if I wanted you to?”
She pauses, staring at me. “Do you want me to run away from you, Roscoe?”
I might as well tell her, since she’s taken everything else rather well so far.
“I would love it.” I step closer to her, closing the distance between us, then lean down to nip her throat. Her head tilts back, revealing even more skin. “I would love to wolf out and chase you through the woods. I’ll even give you a head start.” She moans as I nip harder, farther up. “Then, once I track down your scent, I’m going to rip off those pretty clothes of yours, and—” I raise my head so we’re looking at each other. “You used the dildo I gave you?”
Emelia’s face instantly turns red. “U-um, yes, I did. The two days we didn’t see each other, I made sure to do it.” She covers her eyes like she can’t stand talking about it. “It fit… just fine. After the second day.”
“Good.” I tried to find something roughly the size of my werewolf form. “Thank you.”
“Well, time to go?” she says brightly, I assume so we won’t talk about the dildo anymore, and that makes me curious to use it on her sometime in bed. I don’t want to have any shame between us in the bedroom.
We head out of the city in my SUV, packed with everything we need for a nice night of camping. Once we leave the valley, we head up into the mountains, and the dark roads are quiet. Most people are in the city partying, not heading out to the middle of nowhere. A deer jumps out in front of us, which scares the bejeezus out of me, but it’s gone before we can hit it.
