Page 21 of Bred By the Wolfman

“Why, hello to you, too,” the PI says, with what is most definitely a smirk in her voice. “The answer is a little more complicated than that.”

Uh oh. I don’t like the sound of this.

“Well, do you know where she is, or not? I feel like it’s pretty simple.”

She sighs through the phone. “Your girl, whether accidentally or not, is pretty hard to find. I have her car model, make, and license plate number, but she hasn’t updated her address on her driver’s license yet.”

“So you have nothing for me?” My paw curls into a fist, and I clench my teeth together. “After four grand and two weeks?”

The PI huffs. “Cool down. I’m calling to let you know I’m still on the trail. Now that I’ve found the car, I can keep my eyes peeled for it. And I got some other clues about her. She has a friend who has a much bigger presence online, and I think I can use her to find Deanna.”

So that’s why it’s taking so long. She’s waiting for someone else to lead her to Dee.

“So how much more time, do you think?” I try to sound calm as I ask it, but I feel anything but calm. The fur on my mane is standing on end, and my tail is thrashing back and forth behind me.

“Working as hard and fast as I can,” she says, though her tone is bored. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I have something. Keep your britches on, wolfman.”

With that, she hangs up, and I shove my phone back into my pocket. Humans.

I wonder who this friend is, and if she’ll be able to get me to Dee.

Dee, with her long black braid hanging over her shoulder. I remember her soft, broad hips, and perfect round ass. I can almost feel it under my claws again.

Which leads me, inevitably, to her squeezing pussy, and then fuck, I’m hard as a rock.

Right there in my kitchen, in front of my big glass windows, I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It’s leaking for her, just thinking about being inside her again, imagining her cries. With an agonized groan, I jerk one out, and after I’ve splattered all over the floor I do it again, just remembering how she wanted me to fuck her over, and over, and over.

I know I will never find anyone else like her, like my mate, ever again.

I have to find her. I can’t wait any longer to learn where she is, how she’s doing, whether the cub inside her belly is well and safe.

Fuck. I have to know. I will destroy the world just to get to her.

Miraculously, though, I gain some post-nut clarity. This friend of hers... if I could just smell her, I would know if she’d been with Dee recently. Then I could track the scent back to Dee’s home.

Yes. That’s the answer. Maybe I don’t need this human PI after all when I have my nose at my disposal. I just need someone to get me closer, to dangle a scrap of clothing in front of my face and I can do the rest myself.

I pull out my phone and quickly call the PI back.

“I need whatever information you’ve found already,” I tell her. “Right now.”

After trucking down to the prickly young woman’s office to get a copy of her documentation, I sit outside the office building of one Liesel Monahan, waiting for her to emerge for the day. My shift starts later tonight, and I should probably be sleeping—but finding my cub and its mother is my top priority right now.

Once I know they’re safe, I can relax.

I almost nod off while waiting, but then I catch a head of white-blonde hair leaving the office building. There. She looks just like the driver’s license photo the PI gave me.

I hop out of my car and, without any fear at all in me, I stalk towards her. I have a plan, even if it’s a half-assed one.

Her face gives nothing away as I approach, even though monsters aren’t common in this part of town.

“Can I help you?” she asks, slinging her briefcase over her shoulder.

“I’m... trying to find someone in this building,” I say. “Mister, um, McJenkins. Do you know which floor I could find him on?”

While she surveys me, still silent, I breathe in a big whiff of her. There. I have it. It’s Dee’s smell, still faint and twisted up with many other smells, but there. My heart leaps. It fucking soars, and greedily I inhale again to savor that familiar musk.

“There’s no Mr. McJenkins here,” Liesel says coolly, looking me up and down. “I think you’re at the wrong place.”

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