Page 11 of Pursued By the Sasquatch

When my legs were aching, and the dark drew in, I finally stopped walking. I moved slightly off the trail to a patch of grass and pulled out the small one person tent I’d optimistically bought years ago and then never used. I’d never even tested it. Luckily, I figured it out quickly and crawled inside. I stayed dressed and even kept my coat on, wrapping a blanket around me.

My mind instantly drifted back to Kiy. The feel of him touching me. How right it had been. How hot. Once again, I warred with myself. The same argument that I suspected I’d be having a lot. Should I try to forget him? No, I couldn’t.

I reached down and touched myself. Reasoning that at least it would keep me warm. I remembered how hot it had felt to have him watching me. See him getting hard for me. To feel his fingers inside me. It didn’t take long to come, so I kept going. After a few orgasms, I still wasn’t sated. But I was tired.

I curled up as best as I could and finally let my mind do what it had wanted to all along. Imagine what a future with me and Kiy together could have been like. It made my chest ache, but I wanted to at least experience it in my head, even if I could never have it in real life.

Chapter 12

Kiy

With the first impact of my fist into Luke’s gut, he flew backwards across the room. A feeling of shock hit me. I hadn’t meant to hit him quite that hard, he was human after all. But I didn’t feel bad about it. He’d bad mouthed my mate to my face.

As expected, the 5 guys who I’d clocked as being his friends all rushed at me. Fists pounded into me from various angles. I stood and took it for a few moments before I let out a deep, guttural laugh. Yes, it hurt a bit, but I wasn’t going to let them see that.

They exchanged glances and backed up. The biggest kicked out at my knee. It was a good tactic. I stumbled but didn’t go down and it certainly didn’t break anything. Luke was somehow pulling himself back up now. Maybe I should have hit him harder.

For a moment, I thought they were backing off as they ran to the bar. But the bartender handed over some nasty-looking bats. Some metal, one wood with nails driven into them. Getting hit with these would be harder to ignore. Proving they weren’t as stupid as I’d have liked, they all came at me at the same time. I managed to reach out and grab a metal bat as it swung down towards my head. I yanked it out of the man’s hands and threw it back at the bartender as a thank you present. He ducked, and it smashed into the rows of bottles behind him, sending alcohol splattering everywhere.

Impacts across my torso and legs knocked me off balance, but not enough to take me down. There was a sting where the nails from the wooden bat had driven into the thick flesh across my side. I kicked out at the now unarmed man, sending him flying back straight into Luke. The two of them tumbling down to the ground in a pile.

As more blows pummelled into me, I swung out my long, thick arms and sent 3 more men to the ground. One stamp on the knee of one sent him howling and scrambling away from me. There might be some permanent damage, but he’d kicked me in the knee first, so it seemed fair.

I let out a deep roar that shook the windows, and any remaining patrons of the bar and the bartender all fled. I was a monster, and they knew it. The men who had attacked me were looking wary now. I felt blood dripping down my fur from the multiple puncture wounds. But it wasn’t enough to stop me.

I looked directly at Luke, whose eyes were wide now. I flashed him a wicked grin. He turned and ran.

“Not so fast!” I yelled, before giving chase. He wasn’t going to get away. I wasn’t done with him yet. I followed him out of the bar and watched him stumble down the street. He was hunched over, his stomach obviously still hurting. He was moving fast, terror propelling him forward. I’m a big monster, but I have strong legs. I powered after him. Eating into the distance between us within seconds.

I threw myself through the air, rolling to the side as I grabbed him so I wouldn’t squash him to death. We hit the sidewalk with a thud, and I heard him groan with pain. Good. We had an audience now. Which included a police car. Luckily, the officers that got out were ones I knew well, so they didn’t rush at me. I stood, pulling Luke up by his t-shirt.

“What’s going on, Kiy?” Officer Park waved at Luke.

“Luke here would like to make a confession.”

Officer Park raised an eyebrow. I let go of Luke, and he slid back down to the ground with a grunt.

“Is that true, Luke?”

Luke looked at me. I snarled back.

“Yeah, yeah, I would like to make a confession.” He glanced at me. “You’re too late, though. She’s already gone.”

My stomach lurched. “Gone?”

“She fled town earlier. After you left. Guess whatever you were doing in there wasn’t that good.”

His barb didn’t even make a dent. She had left town. Because of this man. I felt all the fur across my body stand up.

“Kiy, pal,” Officer Park held up his hand. “Don’t do anything silly.”

Ripping his head off didn’t feel silly right now. It felt like the least he deserved. But I reigned in the growing heat that threatened to consume me. “Where did she go?”

Luke flinched when I spoke, before trying to look cool again. “My guy last tracked her to Flint’s Diner at the Montrene trailhead.”

I turned and walked away before I completely lost it. A few flakes of snow fell as I stormed to my car.

“Kiy?”

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