Nathaniel and Rachael
“Are we really going to stay here, tonight?” Rachel stopped cold, staring up at the monstrosity before her.
The echo of her troubled thoughts amused her mate greatly. “It’s just an old Sears house. And no, why would I make you leave your bus for a house that isn’t connected to the grid? We’re just here to explore it. Come on, you made me jump out a perfectly good plane, you can come into the spooky old house with me.”
“But what if someone is on there?” She almost took a step backwards at the thought of someone jumping out at her in that death trap.
“Woman, you’ve just shifted, let Leah out and use that nose of yours.”
“Full shift?”
“No, we need to be able to crawl about that old thing like monkies, not dogs–that and I don’t want you burning through the mass unless it’s necessary.”
“If you keep me from shifting for too long, I’m going to get fat.”
“Woman, you gained a ton a weight before your first shift–what did I do then?”
“Kept grabbing my ass.”
“Yeah, it’s the first place you gain. It’s sexy as fuck and I just want to bury my…damn it, we are here to use your talents not get me horny. Come on, sniff around already.”
“You’re going to have to take your hands out of my back pockets if I’m going to get closer…”
“Goddess bless it!” Nathaniel stepped back and put his hands in the air. “I’ll behave, now seriously, quit stalling.”
Rachel’s face elongated, leaving her looking more like Anubis than a wolf, and Leah came forward a bit as scent was more instinctual to their wolf half. Words were slurred, even gutteral–never ceased to amuse her mate that female wolves tended to have lower voices than their male counterpoint, but the shift back to human left them kind of squeaky until they settled back into their normal range. “Old den. Whose pack?”
“One from my great-grandfather’s era. Pack war where we killed off the males and kept the women, really old behaviors that died out around the era of Free Love and Bell-bottoms. I used to come here with great-grandma, as she lead various dogs through the old site, looking for the source of power this pack held. I was pretty little when she gave up.”
“What kid of source?”
“Some bauble, much smaller than that statue of ours. Any ranking female that knew about it cut their own throats after being captured, rather than tell. But there’s descendants of them with us, still. They deserve to have what is theirs given back to them, no?”
“Traps?”
“You’re a wolf, babe.” Nathaniel began the half-shift himself, darker hairs entangling with the normal blondes, his words becoming a thick snarl, as well. “We will figure them out as we go. Come on–and keep the snout. We might need it.”
Your character has just set eyes on this abandoned mansion.
