Page 33 of Lycan

Returning to the place he’d been tortured shadowed my every thought too. It would be time very soon. I couldn’t keep holding off. But I kept wanting to. What if they managed to capture him again. Or kill him? My stomach soured. I finished turning the screw until it could turn no more.

I tossed the screwdriver into the tool bag. As I stood, I brushed my hands on my shorts.

“Where are you going?”

“To feed the chickens,” I said. The front steps creaked and the gravel crunched under my weight. My thigh muscles burned as I climbed up the incline toward the coop. Chickens squawked and flapped with a flurry. Fearfully.

I peeked over my shoulder. Fenrir loomed up right behind me on his two back legs.

Feathers littered the front of the enclosure. Some feathers even clung to the metal chain link fence as if there had been a violent struggle. Was that blood?

I abruptly stopped and whirled on the monster.

“I told you not to eat them.” I scowled at Fenrir. He grunted and lowered to all fours.

“They are delicious little snacks . . .” He trailed off, staring toward the coop. I shoved his arm.

“Fenrir,” I snapped.

“Fine. Fine.” He growled.

“You need to go while I get them settled.”

He stared at me, not moving. I crossed my arms and lifted an eyebrow.

A harried sounding huff left his muzzle.

“Fenrir!” I threw my hands in the air. He was driving me crazy. He drew up back onto his back legs, looking down at me. Even with him watching me like that, with violence brewing in his posture, I didn’t fear him. I scowled up at him and crossed my arms.

“I will leave you be.” The announcement almost sounded angry. With that, he took off, disappearing through the brush.

I thinned my lips, watching the brush sway with his retreat. My shoulders dropped more and more with each second I didn’t see him.

My stomach twisted. I took a step forward, about to chase after him. An orange glow flared within the forest.

He watched me. I sighed with relief. He hadn’t left me. I could still feel his gaze even though I couldn’t see him.

Getting the space I’d wanted made me feel yucky. I rubbed my arms and hurried to the coop. A tube of homemade feed sat next to the gate. I grabbed the scooper and carefully unhooked the metal latch to slip inside. The faster I worked meant I could go find Fenrir sooner. As much as I griped about him following me, I’d grown used to his presence, so I made quick work of spreading the feed.

He was all that took up my mind. No longer did I hunger, or even use the bathroom, all I craved was him. It was so weird, but it had everything to do with his monster cum. He’d explained a bit of what he knew about it after I’d pried it out of him.

I navigated around the seventeen—now, fifteen chickens and exited the gate. I set the scooper on top of the feed as I scanned the area.

Leaves crunched and I followed the sound.

“Fenrir?” I called, walking deeper onto the pathway. The dirt was disturbed past the shack. Claw marks marred the ground. “Fenrir. Stop avoiding me.”

I came upon him as he reached his long arm inside the ground and dirt flew, raining down behind him. I stopped across from him, at the edge of the hole and crouched. It was shaped like a small human. A fine layer of dust covered his face, but he didn’t stop.

“Why are you digging a hole?” I licked my lips nervously. Had he changed his mind? Would he kill me and?—

“For the dead,” he said, clawing deeper into the ground.

The air vacuumed out of my lungs. Dirt kicked out behind him. He seemed so concentrated on digging. I took one step back, then another. My nose burned with the building emotion wanting to burst free. I swallowed with difficulty.

He stopped suddenly and cocked his head to the side. In a smooth glide, he loped across the ledge of the hole.

Panic squeezed my throat, suffocating me. I backed up so fast my heel caught on something.

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