Page 27 of Bewitching Her Monsters
A moment later, I hear her clicking away on her computer. It occurs to me she might communicate with the Witch Council, so I quietly enter and sit where I can read the screen. She gives me a soft smile of welcome and turns back to her computer.
She’s on some social media website… Facebooked? She has a screen open and is telling other people how she had a weird day. And she might have a new creeper boyfriend.
One of her associates says to be careful, but to channel all her nervous energy into her new book. Another friend tells her to fill it with smutty good times.
And she does… I watch in amazement how she twists the events of the last day into a completely new story.
She probably thinks I’m the weirdest dog ever for reading over her shoulder. But so far, she’s been lost in the words and hasn’t paid attention to me.
Hours go by, and Jade finally slumps in her chair. She yelps when she feels the gun in her pants pressing into her back. She pulls it from her waistband and sets it on the desk.
Then her gaze lands on me, and she grimaces.
I’m nervous for a moment. If she’s ready to end this charade and she uses the gun, I’m likely a goner.
Instead of popping a cap in my ass, the witch opens a drawer and sets the gun inside. “We don’t want you to knock it off and hurt yourself, do we?”
Don’t worry. I’m not fond of guns.
She feeds her animals and gasps. “Oh no. What the hell is wrong with me? I just realized that you haven’t needed to pee or poo in a whole day! God, I hope you aren’t sick.” She gets on her knees in front of me, and her hand moves to touch my belly. “Please, I just need to see if your stomach is bloated. I’ll have to take you to the vet if there’s something wrong.”
Oh, crap,literally. I had used her toilet when she was gone.
I move back and then hurry to her front door. She follows me out and shakes her head. “No. Out back.” She opens the door and points. “It’s fenced.”
I race outside and pretend to pee to make her happy. I trot around and pretend I like the outdoors. I do, but that’s beside the point. What I need is for her to leave me alone out here. I’m not taking a dump as a wolf while she watches.
Oh, Goddess. Am I going to shit in her yard and make her clean it up?
There is no chance of redemption after I do this.
Where has my life taken me?
I’ve made poor choices.
I did not choose wisely…
* * *
Hanging my head as I come back inside an hour later, I shuffle past Jade through her back door by the kitchen.
“Good boy,” she coos when she spots mygift.
I’m strangely conflicted by this praise. My wolf loves it, but I’d rather get that while I was between her legs.
I’ll show her who’s a good boy.
When I was outside, I found Maxum had left my discarded clothes behind a bush in her yard. I suppose he didn’t find Jade too dangerous if he allowed her out of his sight and didn’t come back and demand I go with him.
So the verdict is still out.
“Will you eat for me tonight?” she asks sweetly.
I am fucking hungry. I probably will eat kibble if she offers it to me.
Please don’t offer that crap to me…
“I had to throw out the bits of steak I gave you last night. I suspect you didn’t like the dry food mixed in? Maybe you are used to a different brand?”
