Page 63 of Bullied Forced Omega
Is she safe at home?
We don’t like leaving her.
It’s adding to his agitation. He wants to be near her.
Even when Jux isn’t the one in control, Mira is always on my mind. I’ve become used to her taking up a large portion of mythoughts. When I’m not with her, while I’m working or training my pack, I wonder what she’s doing. I picture her working, reading, cooking, or walking. I see her smile. I imagine her body, her movements. I hear her laughter.
I often think about how it feels to make love to her. I’m still shocked by how good it feels with her. How unique. How nothing I’ve ever had in the past has ever been close to that.
Even now, as I’m just about to run into the forest and lead a Rogue hunt, I’m caught up in thoughts about being with her again. Talking to her, tasting her. Holding her and fucking her.
Jux whines and kicks at the dirt in agitation.
We’ll see her soon enough.I promise him.
Next to me, Mudder howls, a deep sound that vibrates through every wolf around us. They all lift their heads to the moon and howl too. Including me. Jux snaps at Mudder.
The sun is gone. The moon is here, let’s move.
Run!Mudder signals to the rest.
Our pads are silent against the damp forest soil. Raw nature streaks past us. My eyes are sharp, tuned into every detail. Every scent gives away some kind of information.
I know every piece of this forest well enough to instantly notice change. A drop of perspiration. An unfamiliar marking on a tree. The scent of a stranger.
I lead us along the path, following those scents. Each of them has a clue.
Behind me, the pack runs in formation. A perfect machine. A silent killing force ready to annihilate anything that crosses our path.
I click my jaw, and my canines snap sharply together. Instantly, everyone stops. Hackles raised.Smell that?I ask Miles silently. He snorts.Stale.He replies.
Heavy panting behind me is not from extension, but from excitement.
Dropping my head low, I listen and sniff the air. Wind moves through my pitch black fur like a message. Carrying more information.
Left.
Bolting forward again, we’re on the move. It grows darker the deeper we venture into the forest, and the higher the moon rises above us. It gives off very little light tonight, but we don’t need it. We know this forest well enough, and the wolf sight is leading us.
We run for hours, pausing, sniffing, staying low, and moving through the trees invisibly. We search the forest, hunt the river bed, circle around, and come back through the center of our joint territory.
But after hours, the only thing we find is an empty camp. An old fire that hasn’t been lit for days, maybe even weeks. A pile of torn clothing. Scraps and leftovers and a broken tent. There is no scent. No definitive trail to lock onto. It doesn’t make sense.
They were here. But they’re not coming back to this spot by the looks of things,Jacob says. His dark grey wolf, Agura, stands next to me on a rock overlooking the Rogue’s camping grounds.I can’tsmell them. Do you remember how potent they smell? From our hunts in Black Ops?
I do,he says, lifting his nose to sniff the air.Did it rain last night?
No rain. Nothing to wash away the scent. I can smell one or two stranger wolves, but not a rogue pack,I tell him.
The rest of the pack is searching the area for clues as to where they might have gone, but they aren’t having any luck.
We could try and follow their scent out,Miles suggests, as Mudder stands staring up at me from below the rock.
Is there a scent strong enough to follow?I ask.
Not really,he sighs.Which is pretty weird.
It would be a waste of valuable time. I’d rather get back to the compound and protect the pack while we wait for more information.
