possible until the situation had calmed down.
Flow paced at the back of the car, restless, full of enthusiasm. She knew where we were going and anticipated playing with me. Bruun lay quite still, legs shaking slightly, ears pulled back against his head. He hated traveling by car but tolerated it because he wanted to come training. Luckily the drive was not long and there was such fun to look forward to that both Bruun and I began to catch on to Flow's enthusiasm. Glancing at the rearview mirror, I noticed Bruun had sat up and I heard his tail whipping excitedly.
There were already others on the training course and when I let the dogs out of the car, they ran to greet their friends. The course had been built in a small forest near some sizeable gravel extraction pits. There were manholes, long tunnels and crumbled ruins made of concrete. Here and there the forest was dotted with small, demolished wooden huts where people could hide. The course had been constructed to resemble a site of disaster as closely as possible. During the exercises, a few people hid in the ruins and the dogs took turns trying to find them. It was actually very like a children’s hide-and-seek game, except that the hiding-holes were much more challenging to find and there were many more of them. My dogs found the exercises very easy, as their sense of smell was much keener than those of ordinary dogs. However, the exercises brought some appreciated variation into their lives, and therefore they were always enthusiastic about training. They could also sense my emotions and I tried to make the search more difficult by shutting them outside my mind altogether. Being happy to get away from home for a while, however, I unwittingly helped them with my gestures and expressions. Still, they found the game such fun that they eagerly searched for missing people until we got fed up and we let all the dogs loose to frolic in the muddy ponds in the gravel pits.
As I drove back home, I felt very good. The two muddy, tired dogs slept at the back of the car and upon reaching our driveway I saw David’s car parked in the yard. All seemed to be well and I found myself smiling, happier than I had been for days.
CHAPTER 9
I awoke from a strange dream. I checked the watch on my nightstand and sighed. It was only two o’clock. David was sleeping peacefully beside me and I felt no danger anywhere. I felt for the minds of Flow and Bruun, but every time I touched them, they eluded me. That felt very strange, but as they did sometimes shut me out when they wanted to be entirely alone, I thought no more of it. I lay in bed and tried to get back to sleep. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream where Clarissa lay in her bed and eight young shape shifter wolves surrounded her. A black-haired, somewhat impudent male was clearly acting as pack leader. He reminded me of the man who had accosted me at the mall and when I focused my thoughts on him, I realized he was indeed the same impudent, defiant man. That truly scared me. How could he be a part of my dream? Strange, I thought, but concentrated my mind on that weird dream.
Clarissa lay absolutely still. Her long, honey-blond hair was spread out in a cloud on her pillow and her bright green eyes were firmly fixed on the black-haired young man. I felt her terror. Felt how she forced herself to stay calm, though she would have liked to scream in fright. Imprecise images of what she thought the males wanted of her flitted through her mind, but she forced her fear aside. I sensed the male’s admiration of Clarissa and was surprised to notice some child-like infatuation, perhaps even respect. The black-haired male was very handsome. Tight leather trousers accentuated long, muscular legs. Narrow hips and a trim waist broadened out to a wiry, muscular back. Sexy, black hair reached his shoulders and a lopsided fringe partly shadowed one of his dark, nearly black eyes. His face was rather angular, which emphasized his
Flow paced at the back of the car, restless, full of enthusiasm. She knew where we were going and anticipated playing with me. Bruun lay quite still, legs shaking slightly, ears pulled back against his head. He hated traveling by car but tolerated it because he wanted to come training. Luckily the drive was not long and there was such fun to look forward to that both Bruun and I began to catch on to Flow's enthusiasm. Glancing at the rearview mirror, I noticed Bruun had sat up and I heard his tail whipping excitedly.
There were already others on the training course and when I let the dogs out of the car, they ran to greet their friends. The course had been built in a small forest near some sizeable gravel extraction pits. There were manholes, long tunnels and crumbled ruins made of concrete. Here and there the forest was dotted with small, demolished wooden huts where people could hide. The course had been constructed to resemble a site of disaster as closely as possible. During the exercises, a few people hid in the ruins and the dogs took turns trying to find them. It was actually very like a children’s hide-and-seek game, except that the hiding-holes were much more challenging to find and there were many more of them. My dogs found the exercises very easy, as their sense of smell was much keener than those of ordinary dogs. However, the exercises brought some appreciated variation into their lives, and therefore they were always enthusiastic about training. They could also sense my emotions and I tried to make the search more difficult by shutting them outside my mind altogether. Being happy to get away from home for a while, however, I unwittingly helped them with my gestures and expressions. Still, they found the game such fun that they eagerly searched for missing people until we got fed up and we let all the dogs loose to frolic in the muddy ponds in the gravel pits.
As I drove back home, I felt very good. The two muddy, tired dogs slept at the back of the car and upon reaching our driveway I saw David’s car parked in the yard. All seemed to be well and I found myself smiling, happier than I had been for days.
CHAPTER 9
I awoke from a strange dream. I checked the watch on my nightstand and sighed. It was only two o’clock. David was sleeping peacefully beside me and I felt no danger anywhere. I felt for the minds of Flow and Bruun, but every time I touched them, they eluded me. That felt very strange, but as they did sometimes shut me out when they wanted to be entirely alone, I thought no more of it. I lay in bed and tried to get back to sleep. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream where Clarissa lay in her bed and eight young shape shifter wolves surrounded her. A black-haired, somewhat impudent male was clearly acting as pack leader. He reminded me of the man who had accosted me at the mall and when I focused my thoughts on him, I realized he was indeed the same impudent, defiant man. That truly scared me. How could he be a part of my dream? Strange, I thought, but concentrated my mind on that weird dream.
Clarissa lay absolutely still. Her long, honey-blond hair was spread out in a cloud on her pillow and her bright green eyes were firmly fixed on the black-haired young man. I felt her terror. Felt how she forced herself to stay calm, though she would have liked to scream in fright. Imprecise images of what she thought the males wanted of her flitted through her mind, but she forced her fear aside. I sensed the male’s admiration of Clarissa and was surprised to notice some child-like infatuation, perhaps even respect. The black-haired male was very handsome. Tight leather trousers accentuated long, muscular legs. Narrow hips and a trim waist broadened out to a wiry, muscular back. Sexy, black hair reached his shoulders and a lopsided fringe partly shadowed one of his dark, nearly black eyes. His face was rather angular, which emphasized his
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