Bark - Pack Taboo by Carys Weldon

Author:Carys Weldon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Werewolf erotica
Publisher: Mojocastle Press
Published: 2012-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

I guess Barklay hadn’t looked either when the flash went off. Was too concerned about protecting my identity, covering my face.

Nick spit, “Lupe Press.”

You may have heard of them. It’s a division of the AP. Broadcast on their own satellite these days. Cover politics, anything gangland, and society. Nothing else. Certainly no heartwarming little fuzzy stories. Mostly garou stuff. I never watched their broadcasts—ever. Though, my dad and brothers did regularly.

Bark groaned. “You get the camera?”

“No,” Nick downright gurgled at the lips. He’d been slashed across the chest. He muttered, “Crinosed in a split, Bark.” It was gross to see his bloody hand pawing at Barklay. Not because of the blood. Because of the desperation in it. I didn’t understand what he meant when he said, “Fucking unnatural.”

I have to say…a lot of bastet and garou can go crinos in a split second. But, as far as I know, we don’t create unnaturals. Maybe we do. If we do, they don’t hang out in our side of town.

My Daddy taught me not to bite. So I don’t really know. I sure as hell never met one.

You hear all kinds of stories about the garou, though. Who knows what is true? And who can keep Hollywood’s version straight from the real world? I can’t.

But I knew one thing; unnaturals were their bitten relatives. The werewolves they make movies about. The ones made from normal mortals who are dumb enough to walk alone on full moon nights.

It was not a full moon night. There was no way any unnatural that I’d ever heard of could have been slashing like a wolf. Just couldn’t happen.

I didn’t know about the DNA experiments, and other shit the garou were up to. Not then, anyway. You’ll have to read about that somewhere else, though.

My curiosity got the better of me. I climbed off the couch and slunk over to take a better look at Nick. Sniff around a little. You know?

Nick said, “I got him, though. He’ll be leaving a trail.”

Howls went up about then, so obviously any wolves that had been gathering at the scent of me took off on the new trail. I swear, they’re damn carnivores. Snicker.

Bark looked a little upset. I think it was the pawing, too, bothering him, because Nick was spitting up blood, and suddenly writhing. On closer inspection, I could see a claw print the size of an elephant’s foot splayed out over his chest. It had ripped into his stomach and the upper part of his colon. It didn’t take him long to die.

But that kind of left me in an awkward position.

Comfort Bark? Stay quiet? Ask if I could eat? Tell him to throw the guy out?

The blood was going to my brain. The smell of it, anyway.

My belly was squalling on its own. I held my lips together and sucked air in from the sides, through gritted teeth. I wanted to shift, eat natural. But then again, I didn’t want to show my true self.

Nick. Spit.

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