Page 23 of Feral Werewolves
The fucked up thing about coming here was this this kind of submission roleplay, being treated like an animal and a sex object, it made me hard. I was low-key aroused every time I came into this place, and I was never really sure what to do with that.
“You think you can remember the way to that part of the wall that collapsed?” I said to one of the guys after I had them free. His name was Travis.
“What’ll you give me for that information?” he said.
“I just let you free,” I said.
He considered. “Yeah, okay, sure. I’ll draw you a map, all right?”
“Thank you,” I said.
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HE WANTED MEto come visit him.
Not during a full moon, not when we were all crazed and out of our minds, but now, to see what it was like between us in general.
He said there was a place where the wall had collapsed, and he had gone out there with his cell phone, gotten the GPS coordinates, and sent them to me. He knew he was taking a risk with that, because I could tell someone in authority about the wall breach, which needed to be repaired or whatever.
But it didn’t really matter. The werewolves could figure out ways to get over the walls, obviously, but mostly they didn’t. Mostly, they stayed in there, maybe because they were frightened of what would happen if they were let loose on the population during shifts or maybe because they were all ashamed of whatever they had become. Maybe because they were too invested in whatever society they’d created over the walls to want to leave it and come back to the citieswhere they had to strangle themselves with ties and talk on the phone with angry clients or customers all day.
Anyway, I wasn’t going to tell anyone.
I was thinking that I was going to go, actually.
I was curious about the wolves, especially Paladin. I had his social media profile, which obviously hadn’t really been updated since he shifted. It was full of stuff from years ago, when he would have been a teenager, various old bands and movies. I delved in to find pictures of him with his friends, and he looked so very young then, hair in his eyes, smiling a guileless smile that made him look like a little boy. But he must be twenty-five or so now, older than me.
Even so, the conversation I had with him online didn’t feel like I was talking to someone much more mature than me. Maybe less mature in certain ways.
I thought about telling someone that I’d set up a time to meet him, but then I wasn’t sure who I would tell, because I thought everyone would react with alarm. My father would lose it. Ninnia might be okay with it, but she also lived far away, and she might worry and contact the police or something. I wouldn’t put it past her. Maybe my roommate, but we weren’t really close. She kept looking at me across the dorm room as if she was waiting for me to change into a mean Gremlin after midnight or something.
So, I didn’t tell anyone.
I drove out there in the afternoon, at the time we’d set up to meet, and I found the place where the wall had collapsed easily enough. Most of the wall simply surrounded the city, and there was sprawl right up to the places the walls had been set up, but there were places like this, which were relatively remote, where there wasn’t much of anything but road and trees and grass and that kind of thing. I pulled off and found a safe place to park my car, but I didn’t see how I was going to get across the wall, because half of the wall was still standing.
Only the upper part of the wall had collapsed. It must have been hit by something, I guessed, because the broken stone had fallen outward. I would have to climb up over thejagged pieces of the wall to get inside and then, what? Jump down?
I went over to survey it, looking up and down and thinking about how I was even possibly going to climb over it. I had not worn the right shoes, I didn’t think.
Paladin appeared, waving at me from atop the rubble. He was grinning. “Hey, you came!”
For some reason, it was actually easy to scramble up to where he was standing. I was grinning, too. I didn’t think I’d ever been so happy to see someone in my entire life. It felt strangely right, like the way you might feel if you’d come home for the holidays after a long break away.
Yeah, like coming home? Crawling up this wall to cross into werewolf wilderness exile? I didn’t know how to make sense of that.
He was gorgeous.
He was tall and broad-shouldered with large and powerful hands. He had sun-bronzed skin and his hair had auburn streaks in it, which matched the color of his wolf pelt. I wanted to throw myself into his arms, because it did feel like I’d just come home after a long time away.
But I didn’t do that.
I thrust out my hand like a dork, grinning too wide.
He shook my hand enthusiastically. “Hey,” he said. “Hey, wow,hey.”
This was when a number of things occurred to me thatshouldhave occurred to me before. This guy had last seen me totally naked. I’d been wearing zero clothing, and I’d been out of my head with desire to service him and those other wolves sexually. I didn’t even know anything about those wolves or him, not really. Did they have some connection to each other (I thought they did, I realized, but I didn’t know why) or had it just been convenient to pounce on me together? “Well,” I said, “this is what I look like with clothes.”
He laughed, like doubled-over laughed, as if this was a really funny joke. He chortled out several gasps of laughter before he stopped. “You’re funny.”
