Howl For It
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I hurt you. Sorry.
No, you didnt.
Ill get someone to help you with that.
Im sure you can do
But he was already gone, the door closing behind him. A few seconds later she heard him howl to his Pack, although she didnt know if he was calling for assistance with Darlas wound or just complaining to the wind.
Deciding not to worry about it either way, Darla settled down onto the bed on her side so that her neck didnt have to press into the pillow. She tucked her hands under her cheek and let out a deep breath. Before she knew it, she was out cold.
Sighing in relief, Eggie got to his feet and smiled at the She-wolf walking toward him, a big axe over one shoulder, a patch over her left eye.
Momma, Eggie said.
Baby boy. Pauline Ann Jessop lifted the axe shed been using to chop wood and rammed it into the stump she passed on her way to the porch steps. Sorry I missed you when you first got here, darlin. I was out huntin and by the time I got back, your daddy said you were gone off with your brothers.
The She-wolf lowered her head and stared up at her son through black lashes. Bubba called last night. He is real unhappy. Thought I told yall not to go round stealin girls.
I didnt steal her. I rescued her.
And left a pile of human bodies behind.
Heard about that already, huh? He knew that was not something his brothers would ever say over a telephone line, so the information was making it through the Smith channels like summer lightning.
Of course I did. Now your brothers and those bitches of theirs
Momma.
are on their way home, probably to collect your little girl.
Aint holding her against her will. She can leave if she wants to.
Does she?
Dont know. Shes recovering from a wound she got during the fight. I need you to take out the stitches.
Pauline frowned. Darlin boy, I know you can take out stitches.
Yeah, but . . . Eggie shrugged, punched his fists into the front pockets of his jeans. Shes delicate. I got these big hands.
If shes a Lewis, she probably dont mind those big hands.
Momma.
Calm yourself. She walked up the steps, swinging her favorite rifle off her shoulder and handing it to Eggie. Ill take care of your little gal. You head to the house and get the food I have for you two. Its in the pantrythe last place your father will look until he gets real hungry.
You sure youll beall right?
Pauline stood on the same step as her six-four son, looking him right in the eyes. What do you think, boy?
Darla woke up while the stitches were removed from her neck, but she stayed still and quiet until the stitches were out and the bandage on.
There ya go, darlin girl. All done.
Surprised to hear a womans voice, Darla turned over, but she froze at the sight of a mammoth-sized She-wolf. Honestly, one of the biggest She-wolves shed ever seen in her dang life.
Paulines the name. The Smith boys momma. And youre Darla.
Say something! Dont just sit there! Its rude!
Darla nodded, although she immediately regretted that particular move. Yesm. Darla Mae Lewis.
The baby sister of those females lurking round my sons. She stepped away from the bed, using a towel to wipe her hands.
The She-wolf was, in a word, hearty. About her sons height, with shoulders nearly as wide, she reminded Darla more of a grizzly sow, but . . . stronger. How that was possible Darla didnt know, since all she scented from the female was wolf.
The eye not covered by a patch was like Eggies, too. Wolf-yellow like she was about to shift, even when she wasnt. Black hair with lots of grey reached her shoulders in a shaggy mess and she wore a sleeveless plaid shirt over loose-fitting and possibly ancient jeans. Work boots were on her enormous feet and she was missing a pinky on her right hand and her middle and forefinger on her left. Darla could be wrong but they looked bitten off. She also had a scar on the side of her neck like something had once taken hold of her there, but Darla had no doubt the woman was healthy as an ox and had every intention of living another three or four thousand years.
Yesm, I am.
How come I havent met you before?
Ive been in San Francisco.
What the hell for?
Studying. When the She-wolf stared at her, she added, To be a pastry chef.
You have to study for that?
It helps.
As ya like, she sighed, resting her hands on her hips. You going to be sniffing round my boy, too?
Im just on vacation to see my parents. I have no idea what happened last night or how we even got here so fast, but your son did protect me. Im very grateful to
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Grateful, right. But you going to head back to Smithville as soon as your sisters get here?
Darla hadnt known her sisters were coming here but she shrugged. I guess.
Huh. I see.
No, you didnt.
Ill get someone to help you with that.
Im sure you can do
But he was already gone, the door closing behind him. A few seconds later she heard him howl to his Pack, although she didnt know if he was calling for assistance with Darlas wound or just complaining to the wind.
Deciding not to worry about it either way, Darla settled down onto the bed on her side so that her neck didnt have to press into the pillow. She tucked her hands under her cheek and let out a deep breath. Before she knew it, she was out cold.
Sighing in relief, Eggie got to his feet and smiled at the She-wolf walking toward him, a big axe over one shoulder, a patch over her left eye.
Momma, Eggie said.
Baby boy. Pauline Ann Jessop lifted the axe shed been using to chop wood and rammed it into the stump she passed on her way to the porch steps. Sorry I missed you when you first got here, darlin. I was out huntin and by the time I got back, your daddy said you were gone off with your brothers.
The She-wolf lowered her head and stared up at her son through black lashes. Bubba called last night. He is real unhappy. Thought I told yall not to go round stealin girls.
I didnt steal her. I rescued her.
And left a pile of human bodies behind.
Heard about that already, huh? He knew that was not something his brothers would ever say over a telephone line, so the information was making it through the Smith channels like summer lightning.
Of course I did. Now your brothers and those bitches of theirs
Momma.
are on their way home, probably to collect your little girl.
Aint holding her against her will. She can leave if she wants to.
Does she?
Dont know. Shes recovering from a wound she got during the fight. I need you to take out the stitches.
Pauline frowned. Darlin boy, I know you can take out stitches.
Yeah, but . . . Eggie shrugged, punched his fists into the front pockets of his jeans. Shes delicate. I got these big hands.
If shes a Lewis, she probably dont mind those big hands.
Momma.
Calm yourself. She walked up the steps, swinging her favorite rifle off her shoulder and handing it to Eggie. Ill take care of your little gal. You head to the house and get the food I have for you two. Its in the pantrythe last place your father will look until he gets real hungry.
You sure youll beall right?
Pauline stood on the same step as her six-four son, looking him right in the eyes. What do you think, boy?
Darla woke up while the stitches were removed from her neck, but she stayed still and quiet until the stitches were out and the bandage on.
There ya go, darlin girl. All done.
Surprised to hear a womans voice, Darla turned over, but she froze at the sight of a mammoth-sized She-wolf. Honestly, one of the biggest She-wolves shed ever seen in her dang life.
Paulines the name. The Smith boys momma. And youre Darla.
Say something! Dont just sit there! Its rude!
Darla nodded, although she immediately regretted that particular move. Yesm. Darla Mae Lewis.
The baby sister of those females lurking round my sons. She stepped away from the bed, using a towel to wipe her hands.
The She-wolf was, in a word, hearty. About her sons height, with shoulders nearly as wide, she reminded Darla more of a grizzly sow, but . . . stronger. How that was possible Darla didnt know, since all she scented from the female was wolf.
The eye not covered by a patch was like Eggies, too. Wolf-yellow like she was about to shift, even when she wasnt. Black hair with lots of grey reached her shoulders in a shaggy mess and she wore a sleeveless plaid shirt over loose-fitting and possibly ancient jeans. Work boots were on her enormous feet and she was missing a pinky on her right hand and her middle and forefinger on her left. Darla could be wrong but they looked bitten off. She also had a scar on the side of her neck like something had once taken hold of her there, but Darla had no doubt the woman was healthy as an ox and had every intention of living another three or four thousand years.
Yesm, I am.
How come I havent met you before?
Ive been in San Francisco.
What the hell for?
Studying. When the She-wolf stared at her, she added, To be a pastry chef.
You have to study for that?
It helps.
As ya like, she sighed, resting her hands on her hips. You going to be sniffing round my boy, too?
Im just on vacation to see my parents. I have no idea what happened last night or how we even got here so fast, but your son did protect me. Im very grateful to
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Grateful, right. But you going to head back to Smithville as soon as your sisters get here?
Darla hadnt known her sisters were coming here but she shrugged. I guess.
Huh. I see.
