he can handle it and drive me if I
turn into something!"
Charlie began to feel sick and knew why. He
inhaled loudly to calm down. "Fuck."
"You're the one picking a fight!" Roman
yelled at him. "You tell me not to get upset and then when I know
where these people are, and need to get to them, you say, no!"
Charlie hit the cement ground with his knees.
At first he felt dizzy, then intense pain.
"Fuck! No, Charlie! No!"
Charlie closed his eyes, his hands on the
dirty floor, his stomach aching and tightening. Ringing came to his
ears.
He shook off his clothing and licked his
canines. A big black wolf was standing near him, grimacing and
showing its teeth. The chickens squawked and a flurry of feathers
erupted like a cloud around them.
Charlie nipped at Roman. " Now look what
you done!"
" Me? I'm not the one who wouldn't help
when I wanted to fix this!"
"If ya wanna fuck Butch jus' say so!" Charlie bit the hair on Roman's neck, trying to bite him through
his thick winter coat.
" Fuck Butch?" Roman attacked Charlie
and pinned him to the concrete floor. " What the fuck are you
talking about? I want to rid us of this fucking curse!"
Charlie pushed his paws into Roman's face.
" Bullshit! I see the way you look at each other! "
Roman snapped at Charlie's muzzle. " How do
I deal with you right now? Huh? How? "
Charlie heard a very low threatening snarl.
He strained to look at the open barn door. The largest white wolf
he had ever seen was standing there, baring its fangs.
Roman backed up and Charlie scrambled to his
four feet.
The enormous timber wolf stepped closer.
Roman snarled but to Charlie it was like a
cat meowing at a lion.
Charlie shivered and his tail went between
his legs as Roman kept showing his teeth and making threatening
noises. Knowing Roman was crazy enough to engage this enormous
animal in a fight, Charlie curled into a ball and put his paw over
his nose, forcing himself to stop being upset, to calm down.
Now!
He screamed as his body began to change once
more. The pain was so extreme he had no idea how he could tolerate
it. He clawed the cement floor and instantly felt ice cold. When he
opened his eyes, he could see his black wolf mate, stalking this
enormous white alpha male.
Charlie struggled to his two feet and looked
for something to use as a weapon. He picked up a pitchfork and held
it up, threatening the big canine.
Instantly he was confronted with a man,
dressed in black, holding a large broadsword.
"Holy fuck!" Charlie trembled where he stood.
"Who are you?"
Roman went into attack mode and lunged at the
man.
Charlie yelled, "No!" and Roman snapped at
thin air.
His body shaking from the terror and the
cold, Charlie felt his eyes sting with emotion as Roman fell to his
side on the floor of the barn and curled up.
The apparition vanished.
Charlie threw the pitchfork and rushed to
Roman's side. "No. Oh, no. Roman? Did he hurt you?"
Roman began to return to human form, and when
he did, he had a red mark from his neck to his groin.
Charlie inspected it. It appeared as if he
was burned, not sliced. "I do not get what is going on! I do not
get it!" Charlie heard the sound of joyous laughter, as if the
women were returning from their trail riding.
He looked at the piles of clothing and his
naked partner. Charlie struggled with Roman's size to pick him up,
and did, lifting him into his arms. He brought him inside an empty
stall and lay him down on the fresh hay, then scrambled outside it
for their clothing.
Once he brought everything into the clean
stall with him, he got dressed, shaking, terrified but trying not
to change into anything again.
Roman opened his eyes and touched the seared
skin of his chest, looking confused. "What happened?"
The noise of horse hooves and giggles filled
the barn. Charlie put his finger to his lips and held out Roman's
clothing, helping him get dressed.
Butch said, "I hope you enjoyed the ride,
ladies."
"It was great! Wow. I wish we could come
every
turn into something!"
Charlie began to feel sick and knew why. He
inhaled loudly to calm down. "Fuck."
"You're the one picking a fight!" Roman
yelled at him. "You tell me not to get upset and then when I know
where these people are, and need to get to them, you say, no!"
Charlie hit the cement ground with his knees.
At first he felt dizzy, then intense pain.
"Fuck! No, Charlie! No!"
Charlie closed his eyes, his hands on the
dirty floor, his stomach aching and tightening. Ringing came to his
ears.
He shook off his clothing and licked his
canines. A big black wolf was standing near him, grimacing and
showing its teeth. The chickens squawked and a flurry of feathers
erupted like a cloud around them.
Charlie nipped at Roman. " Now look what
you done!"
" Me? I'm not the one who wouldn't help
when I wanted to fix this!"
"If ya wanna fuck Butch jus' say so!" Charlie bit the hair on Roman's neck, trying to bite him through
his thick winter coat.
" Fuck Butch?" Roman attacked Charlie
and pinned him to the concrete floor. " What the fuck are you
talking about? I want to rid us of this fucking curse!"
Charlie pushed his paws into Roman's face.
" Bullshit! I see the way you look at each other! "
Roman snapped at Charlie's muzzle. " How do
I deal with you right now? Huh? How? "
Charlie heard a very low threatening snarl.
He strained to look at the open barn door. The largest white wolf
he had ever seen was standing there, baring its fangs.
Roman backed up and Charlie scrambled to his
four feet.
The enormous timber wolf stepped closer.
Roman snarled but to Charlie it was like a
cat meowing at a lion.
Charlie shivered and his tail went between
his legs as Roman kept showing his teeth and making threatening
noises. Knowing Roman was crazy enough to engage this enormous
animal in a fight, Charlie curled into a ball and put his paw over
his nose, forcing himself to stop being upset, to calm down.
Now!
He screamed as his body began to change once
more. The pain was so extreme he had no idea how he could tolerate
it. He clawed the cement floor and instantly felt ice cold. When he
opened his eyes, he could see his black wolf mate, stalking this
enormous white alpha male.
Charlie struggled to his two feet and looked
for something to use as a weapon. He picked up a pitchfork and held
it up, threatening the big canine.
Instantly he was confronted with a man,
dressed in black, holding a large broadsword.
"Holy fuck!" Charlie trembled where he stood.
"Who are you?"
Roman went into attack mode and lunged at the
man.
Charlie yelled, "No!" and Roman snapped at
thin air.
His body shaking from the terror and the
cold, Charlie felt his eyes sting with emotion as Roman fell to his
side on the floor of the barn and curled up.
The apparition vanished.
Charlie threw the pitchfork and rushed to
Roman's side. "No. Oh, no. Roman? Did he hurt you?"
Roman began to return to human form, and when
he did, he had a red mark from his neck to his groin.
Charlie inspected it. It appeared as if he
was burned, not sliced. "I do not get what is going on! I do not
get it!" Charlie heard the sound of joyous laughter, as if the
women were returning from their trail riding.
He looked at the piles of clothing and his
naked partner. Charlie struggled with Roman's size to pick him up,
and did, lifting him into his arms. He brought him inside an empty
stall and lay him down on the fresh hay, then scrambled outside it
for their clothing.
Once he brought everything into the clean
stall with him, he got dressed, shaking, terrified but trying not
to change into anything again.
Roman opened his eyes and touched the seared
skin of his chest, looking confused. "What happened?"
The noise of horse hooves and giggles filled
the barn. Charlie put his finger to his lips and held out Roman's
clothing, helping him get dressed.
Butch said, "I hope you enjoyed the ride,
ladies."
"It was great! Wow. I wish we could come
every
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