No More

Mr. Smith

    Looking at this creature in front of me is the highlight of my day. She was once a beautiful little girl now all she is, is a piece of trash. Fifteen years ago, this once loving little girl survived the fire. It was a miracle that she did. Had my man been any later she wouldn’t have made it.

    Look at her, 5 foot 5, barely weighs 110 pounds, long straight dark brown hair that is so much like her mother’s. I can’t see her eyes since her back is to me, but I know them, her left eye is green, and her right eye is blue. When she is in wolf form her eyes turn bright green and blue as the magic she carries comes forth.

    She is coming of age, soon she should regain all her memories from 15 years ago. I can’t let that happen. I have to get with the good doctor again to prevent this from happening.

    Pulled from my thoughts by the sound of a car door I grumble low in my throat. “Who the f**k is that?” I slapped Sammy on the ass as hard as I could. She didn’t so much as whimper. ‘Good girl.’ “Sammy did you tell someone to come to the house?” I know she couldn’t have, but the thought remains. Slowly I let my wolf take partial control.

    ‘Oden who is here? Can you tell?’

    ‘Yeah, it’s another were, but not a wolf.’

    ‘Hmm, this is interesting, don’t you think Oden?’

     ‘Cover the b***h and let’s deal with this. We had better step outside and not allow whoever and whatever this were is in. It won’t end well, and we don’t need this shit.’

    I grabbed my over shirt and walked to the door. Hmm… Oden is right this isn’t a werewolf. Who or what is this? Smells alpha male to me. Well, this isn’t good.

    “Hello” I said as I opened the door. Well, now this is really interesting.