The Beast in Him
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Well, darlin, you lack the equipment for that.
He laughed and the boy in his arms laughed with him.
Smitty looked down at the toddler in his lap and grinned at him. You really are cute for a Shaw, aintcha?
In response, the boy threw back his head and howled again. Seemed he liked doing that a lot.
Unfortunately, the snarl of rage behind him suggested to Smitty that Brendon Shaw did not agree.
Smitty smiled up at the male lion standing behind the couchseething. Hey, Shaw. Nice house youve got here.
Arms crossed over that massive chest, the lion looked down his nose at Smitty as only a cat could. What else have you taught my son? How to chase his tail? Lick his ass?
Nah, I stuck with the cat basics. Park lazy ass under tree, sleep twenty hours, eat all the food after the females do all the hunting, take a few minutes to roar, then sleep another twenty hours.
When the cat flashed those fangs, Smitty was smart enough to shut the hell up even while Dez burst out laughing.
Sitting out here on the porch, staring at the snow, Jess asked Johnny her usual litany of questions. How was school? Did he like it? Was he getting along better with the other pups? Did he need new boots? A new violin? Exactly how much did those Stradivarius ones cost? And how exactly did he get past the killer orc on level fifteen without having the plus-twelve dexterity magick armor?
She really never stopped talking, his Jess. Of course, none of them did. Even the males talkedconstantly. Johnny liked his quiet time. He liked to sit and think. Just be. He didnt think the wild dogs had it in them to just be. They either slept or talked. No in between for the wild dogs.
But they were his, werent they? His family now. His Pack. True, when he shifted he was already about two times bigger than the biggest wild dog, but that didnt change what he knew.
He was home.
Johnny turned to the woman hed come to quietly care so much about, silently debating whether he should actually tell Jess that when she suddenly sat up straight in her chair. Her eyes scanned the woods; her ears twitched.
Shed heard something she didnt like. Wild dogs had killer hearing. They should. When shifted, they had the biggest ears imaginable considering their slight size.
Jess growled, her gaze locked on the forest in front of them. I want you inside, Johnny.
Christ. He was seventeen tomorrow. Maybe it was time to start treating him like an adult. Yeah, but
Now!
Startled by Jesss yell, Johnny headed into the house. As he went in, a majority of the Pack adults ran out, already shifted. The adults who stayed behind shifted and stood on the porch or directly in front of the house. A few took up positions in the back.
Johnny knelt on the couch with the other pups and watched through the big picture window as the adults charged offinto the woods.
Someone, Kristan muttered next to himsmelling delightful as alwaysis going to get their ass kicked.
Sissy Mae got her teeth in the deers neck and flipped over, taking the animal with her. Ronnie Lee wrapped her jaw around the throat and crushed the windpipe. It eventually stopped moving, and the She-wolves settled down to enjoy an early lunch.
They didnt plan to linger. Theyd crossed into wild-dog territory, and although Sissy didnt really worry, she still knew in her gut that her brother had come here for another shot at Jessie Ann. She wouldnt ruin that by embarrassing the dogs on their own property.
So when Ronnie Lee lifted her head and scented the air, Sissy assumed it was the dogs coming to investigate. But then she caught the scent, too, and heard the sound. That laugh-howl. Her head snapped up and she saw them come out of the trees. Not a full Clan, only about ten, but enough to cause a problem. She snarled and the She-wolves left off their meal, surrounding it. The hyenas came for the food. But theyd have to fight for it. Sissy Mae Smith didnt give up her kills to anybody.
She stepped forward and snarled, and the hyenas dodged in and out, making that annoying sound that set her nerves on edge. They were looking for a way past the wolves to get to the deer. Sissy glanced at one of the younger She-wolves and sent her off to round up the males.
Focusing back on the hyenas, Sissy pulled her lips back, baring her fangs. One of the hyenas danced close and Sissy leaped forward, her teeth just grazing the hyenas jaw. It jumped back, surprised by the aggression but not ready to back off yet.
But before the hyena could make another move, wild dogs burst out of the trees from the other side.
Sissy watched in fascination as Jessie Anns Pack went after a breed more than twice the wild dogs size. And hyenas had jaws that could easily crush bone.
Even more surprising, the hyenas ran off. Maybe because they were on dog territory. Maybe because there were only ten of them or they were a weak Clan. Whatever.
Once the hyenas disappeared back into the woods, the wild-dog Pack turned to Sissy and her She-wolves. Hhhm. This could prove awkward. But, again, shed respect her brother and let this alone. Sissy looked back and guesstimated the territorial line between the dogs property and Shaws was about three miles. No big deal, theyd make that without any
The bark cut off her thought and she turned around to see that the dogs had moved closer, barking constantly and moving out in a circle around them.
If she were human, she would have laughed. The hyenas may have run off, but not the wolves. Smith wolves didnt run. Theyd leave, but they wouldnt run. She nodded her head, letting the dogs know without words that her Pack would leave of its own accord. No reason to make this nasty.
He laughed and the boy in his arms laughed with him.
Smitty looked down at the toddler in his lap and grinned at him. You really are cute for a Shaw, aintcha?
In response, the boy threw back his head and howled again. Seemed he liked doing that a lot.
Unfortunately, the snarl of rage behind him suggested to Smitty that Brendon Shaw did not agree.
Smitty smiled up at the male lion standing behind the couchseething. Hey, Shaw. Nice house youve got here.
Arms crossed over that massive chest, the lion looked down his nose at Smitty as only a cat could. What else have you taught my son? How to chase his tail? Lick his ass?
Nah, I stuck with the cat basics. Park lazy ass under tree, sleep twenty hours, eat all the food after the females do all the hunting, take a few minutes to roar, then sleep another twenty hours.
When the cat flashed those fangs, Smitty was smart enough to shut the hell up even while Dez burst out laughing.
Sitting out here on the porch, staring at the snow, Jess asked Johnny her usual litany of questions. How was school? Did he like it? Was he getting along better with the other pups? Did he need new boots? A new violin? Exactly how much did those Stradivarius ones cost? And how exactly did he get past the killer orc on level fifteen without having the plus-twelve dexterity magick armor?
She really never stopped talking, his Jess. Of course, none of them did. Even the males talkedconstantly. Johnny liked his quiet time. He liked to sit and think. Just be. He didnt think the wild dogs had it in them to just be. They either slept or talked. No in between for the wild dogs.
But they were his, werent they? His family now. His Pack. True, when he shifted he was already about two times bigger than the biggest wild dog, but that didnt change what he knew.
He was home.
Johnny turned to the woman hed come to quietly care so much about, silently debating whether he should actually tell Jess that when she suddenly sat up straight in her chair. Her eyes scanned the woods; her ears twitched.
Shed heard something she didnt like. Wild dogs had killer hearing. They should. When shifted, they had the biggest ears imaginable considering their slight size.
Jess growled, her gaze locked on the forest in front of them. I want you inside, Johnny.
Christ. He was seventeen tomorrow. Maybe it was time to start treating him like an adult. Yeah, but
Now!
Startled by Jesss yell, Johnny headed into the house. As he went in, a majority of the Pack adults ran out, already shifted. The adults who stayed behind shifted and stood on the porch or directly in front of the house. A few took up positions in the back.
Johnny knelt on the couch with the other pups and watched through the big picture window as the adults charged offinto the woods.
Someone, Kristan muttered next to himsmelling delightful as alwaysis going to get their ass kicked.
Sissy Mae got her teeth in the deers neck and flipped over, taking the animal with her. Ronnie Lee wrapped her jaw around the throat and crushed the windpipe. It eventually stopped moving, and the She-wolves settled down to enjoy an early lunch.
They didnt plan to linger. Theyd crossed into wild-dog territory, and although Sissy didnt really worry, she still knew in her gut that her brother had come here for another shot at Jessie Ann. She wouldnt ruin that by embarrassing the dogs on their own property.
So when Ronnie Lee lifted her head and scented the air, Sissy assumed it was the dogs coming to investigate. But then she caught the scent, too, and heard the sound. That laugh-howl. Her head snapped up and she saw them come out of the trees. Not a full Clan, only about ten, but enough to cause a problem. She snarled and the She-wolves left off their meal, surrounding it. The hyenas came for the food. But theyd have to fight for it. Sissy Mae Smith didnt give up her kills to anybody.
She stepped forward and snarled, and the hyenas dodged in and out, making that annoying sound that set her nerves on edge. They were looking for a way past the wolves to get to the deer. Sissy glanced at one of the younger She-wolves and sent her off to round up the males.
Focusing back on the hyenas, Sissy pulled her lips back, baring her fangs. One of the hyenas danced close and Sissy leaped forward, her teeth just grazing the hyenas jaw. It jumped back, surprised by the aggression but not ready to back off yet.
But before the hyena could make another move, wild dogs burst out of the trees from the other side.
Sissy watched in fascination as Jessie Anns Pack went after a breed more than twice the wild dogs size. And hyenas had jaws that could easily crush bone.
Even more surprising, the hyenas ran off. Maybe because they were on dog territory. Maybe because there were only ten of them or they were a weak Clan. Whatever.
Once the hyenas disappeared back into the woods, the wild-dog Pack turned to Sissy and her She-wolves. Hhhm. This could prove awkward. But, again, shed respect her brother and let this alone. Sissy looked back and guesstimated the territorial line between the dogs property and Shaws was about three miles. No big deal, theyd make that without any
The bark cut off her thought and she turned around to see that the dogs had moved closer, barking constantly and moving out in a circle around them.
If she were human, she would have laughed. The hyenas may have run off, but not the wolves. Smith wolves didnt run. Theyd leave, but they wouldnt run. She nodded her head, letting the dogs know without words that her Pack would leave of its own accord. No reason to make this nasty.
