Raising Wolves by Preston Walker

Author:Preston Walker [Walker, Preston]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-26T05:00:00+00:00

Jeffery had kept Darla entertained with stories and music for two hours, but the girl was getting restless and would not abide another moment in her car seat. He'd zigged and zagged through enough side streets and low-traffic highways to feel safe enough to park, and he'd found an abandoned, out-of-the-way playground for her. It looked as though it had been built with a housing development in mind, since it was in the dead center of a tangle of intertwined roads; but the developer must have run out of money or motivation before they'd finished, as the streets were completely empty except for the playground and one building which looked like an office of some sort.

"Alright, kiddo, ready to play?"

"Where Daddy?"

"I'm going to go check on your Daddy right now."

"I check," Darla said, nodding emphatically.

"No, Darla, it's not safe. You stay outside while I check on your Daddy."

"But..."

"Darla," he said, a warning in his voice.

"I touch the truck?"

"Yes, come touch the truck."

"Okay."

She stood with one hand on the taillight, watching Jeffery as he climbed into the camper. He smiled reassuringly at her, though he didn't feel particularly assured himself. Jordan could have easily killed himself during his transition; generally speaking, leaving a human alone to turn was a terrible idea. Under literally any other circumstances, Jeffery would have nursed him through it. He hoped the man hadn't hurt himself too badly.

To his surprise, the shower was running and he could hear Jordan whistling the theme song of some old TV show. Jeffery crept toward the sound slowly, keeping his eyes peeled for evidence of... there. He found the birthplace by the ladder, and grabbed a mop out of the long cupboard beside the fridge. He cleaned quickly and thoroughly, wanting to save Darla from that experience at least, though he didn't know how long she would stay attached to the taillight. In fact, he really expected her to burst in at any moment, looking for her daddy.

He had just finished cleaning when the shower turned off. Jordan stepped out of the bathroom, glistening and naked, his skin glowing in the aftermath of his transformation. Jeffery's eyes traveled over the strong arms, broad chest and the gentle softness of his belly. His muscular thighs and well-endowed masculinity made Jeffery uncomfortably aroused, and he tore his gaze away, up to Jordan's eyes. It was a mistake. They were burning with lust and power, that primal hunger that Jeffery had nearly forgotten. Jordan had died and returned a god, and Jeffery couldn't resist the pull of his smoldering green fire. He'd taken three steps before he caught himself, forcing his will to remain neutral in the face of raw sexuality.

"I see you made it," he said, stuttering slightly. "I'll let you get dressed. Darla's waiting outside; I think she's worried about you."

Jordan didn't say anything. Jeffery looked back and met his eyes in spite of himself. His heart fluttered at the slim, golden halo under the iris.

"You care about Darla," Jordan said, sounding sort of floaty and distant.

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