Does a bear - or whatever that is - shit in the woods?

[urbanclassics]

I look over the car at Aaron and wonder how he didn’t beat the asshole that did this to his car to a bloody pulp. Well, maybe he did. After Richie and his kids it’s Aaron’s car in his heart. He is psycho protective over all of them… not that I would say that to his face.

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[4ar0n]

I know I am no match for a wolf and I don't think I've ever seen one that looked quite like this. As I'm hanging off it's back with my arm hooked around under it's jaw I am wondering where the damn security is! I'm yelling at Richie to call them while trying my best to avoid the dangerous bits and reach the small knife in my boot. It's silver and I know it will hurt or possibly kill if I get it in the right spot

[urbanclassics]

Holy fuck Aaron is down. Richie and the kids are screaming and crying and I hear little Gracie whisper for Daddy. I narrow my eyes at it as it turns to me, "Fuck you freak!"

It lunges at me and I manage to grab it by it's scrawny neck but fuck it's strong. It's hands - claws, grab my shoulders and turn me away from Gracie, but I bring my knee up and hear it howl in pain. Must have balls somewhere.

It let's go of one of my shoulders long enough for my to throw one good punch catching it just under it's chin/mouth. The next thing I know I am up against the wall, nails digging into my shoulders and large, fucking large teeth are the only thing I see.

[tr3nt_f]

As soon as the alarm comes through my team is on it. We find Lasse dead out in the yard and I smell wolf. I signal for Tom and Blaine to secure the perimeter. Gen, Kaan and I both head for the house. A broken window is a dead give away for entry but even more so is the noises coming from inside the house

[urbanclassics]

I feel the pain, it aches and burns. I taste blood, it's all over me, in my mouth and my eyes. It's gone, whatever it was, but I know I am in bad shape. I hear some one holler to Gracie and know she is alive. So this is how I go out? Taken out by a... dog bear.

Trying to move cause pain to rip through me and moan in pain. Some one is there... no, something... I feel a hand on me, my eyes trying to focus on the figure. He looks like he has wings... large ones.

Karl?" The pressure on my face has me flinching, but that voice... Trent? My eyes flutter to his wings then back to him. I must be dead. He would be the form of angel I would choose for sure. But why do I still feel pain?

I reach out to him, "Gracie?"

[urbanclassics]

As I shower I look at my face is my shaving mirror. Very faint scars; that doctor was right. I smile at myself despite being frightened and confused. Trent is here - I can't help but feel safe.

So I am a big hairy wolfe, sometimes. I have to laugh and try not to sound like a maniacal lunatic. This means Aaron will suffer the same fate. What does this all mean to his family, my work!

I'm anxious to find out what this is all about. Stepping out of the shower I quickly wrap a towel around my waist and start to dry my hair. Walking out I holler up to him, "I have alot of questions... oh sorry thought you were up top."

When I took my towel away from my face, he was standing there with two glasses of wine. I smile shyly and take one, "Thanks - for everything."

[tr3nt_f]

I smile and nod my head as I take a sip of wine. "It's not all that bad really."

I turn facing away from him and lean against the door jam so he can dress. "You'll live a lot longer, never get sick, be stronger, your senses as I'm sure you've already noticed will be far more acute. There's big advantages for you being a wolf."

[urbanclassics]

I quickly slip on a pair of sweats and sit back on the bed. "Well so far so good, but," he turns and smiles at me and I can't help but smile back wondering once again why he never contacted me again, "is that why - you being a - an angel, I never heard from you again?"

He hesitates and I continue, "I mean, are we ... how safe are we? Not us against the world, but the world against us - me?"

[tr3nt_f]

I sit on the end of the bed and cross my legs resting my arms on them. "I'm not going to lie to you. Certain primal instincts will be much stronger but I believe you have a good heart. You should be able to learn to control any urges."

I smile. "There are many of your kind around here already." I sip my wine. "Attacks happen, but not as often as you would think."