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onto a gravel road which led back into the woods, three towns over.
Lucas whistled, with the drivers side window down and his left arm hanging out, his hair blowing in the breeze, and drove until he found the almost invisible, dusty trail, he knew that lead up to a rickety old, deserted cabin. And best of all, no one ever came to this part of the woods. The trees grew almost on top of each other, there was lots of wildlife – bears, pumas and the like. But what mattered most to Lucas was the fact that it was really far out. Too far out, in fact, for anyone to find this place – unless it was their purpose was to come here.
Lucas unpacked in minutes, changed clothes and then sat on the porch as the sun dropped slowly behind the trees, drinking a cold beer. He sat there and smiled knowing he had made it back here safely. Two short days and he’d be back with Jennifer in his arms. He congratulated himself for his accomplishment. Nice work, Luke!
He knew he still had to tell her his secret one day, but the fear of what her reaction might be worried him so much he just kept putting it off. He was so afraid of losing her. I mean, how many people are in love with a werewolf – but might not know about it? And even more importantly, how many people are in love with a werewolf – and still know about it?
About an hour after he arrived, just after it was completely dark, Lucas’ skin started tingling. He tried to ignore it and control the changes with his conscious mind, but tonight it was not just working. It was almost time for the change and he knew it, so he stood up and headed into the cabin.
Just as he pulled the front door open in front of him, he heard a twig snap off in the distance. What was that? He froze in place and instinctively listened for something, anything else, to happen – silent as a mouse. Then a few seconds later another twig snapped, and then another… and another. And then he heard a gasp.
“Shit!” he said under his breath, still standing frozen on the porch.
He panicked at the thought that someone was way out here – particularly at this point in time when he was so close to changing. Who was it? Why was someone out here now? What did they want?
Either way, Lucas knew that he could hurt them. And if they were still around when he changed, he would hurt them. So Lucas quietly stepped inside the rickety cabin and locked the door behind him, hoping that whoever it was, would think the place was deserted and would just go on their way – and fast.
Calming the Wolf: An Erotic Paranormal Romance, Chapter 4
Lucas stood by the front door and waited. Seconds ticked by, minutes felt like hours. Lucas listened… but didn’t hear any further sound. Finally, just when he breathed out, thinking the danger had passed, he heard steps on his front porch and a knock came on his front door. He froze in place again.
“Knock, knock!!”
And then another knock. Faster and more deliberate this time.
And then he heard a voice…it sounded so familiar. No way… it can’t be! And as he realized that he knew who it was, his heart sank to his knees, and he collapsed into a heap. It was Jennifer!!
“Luke! Lucas!!” she was calling, “Lucas, I know you’re in there.”
He leaned against the front door, closed his eyes, wishing everything to simply vanish as the twitching of his skin became more and more prominent. But her voice brought him back to reality in an instant.
“Luke! Open up, we really need to talk. Right now! What are you doing here?”
No answer.
“Luke, I followed you. Why are you way out here? Why did you lie to me?”
Suddenly Lucas’ eyes widened in terror. His skin itched constantly now, he felt tense and antsy and he could feel the change coming on, but Jennifer was now on the other side of the door!
“Please… go home, please, baby,” Lucas begged her fighting the change as best he could.
“Lucas… come out right now!” she yelled, still pounding on the front door.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley