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“Left,” I mentally snap at Ozzy through our telepathic pack connection.
Ozzy, Kye, and myself are in wolf form while Ash is on his bike, and Tobias on a horse as we all guide the herd into a new pasture. It’s both exhilarating and necessary to let our wolf out–so to say–from time to time.
We’re a hot-tempered breed and physically draining your body is a way to blow off steam, preventing anger from building up. It’s also the reason why my pack owns this huge ranch. We work from dusk till dawn, seven days a week without exception.
And we have an open excuse to run in our wolf form at any given time since no one questions us using a special breed to herd our livestock. Through the ranch we have a legit money flow along with a home, and a set future for every member.
We’re a tight brotherhood. Loyalty and respect go a long way and it’s what keeps this ranch working around the clock. We might have some members needing a tight leash when it comes to giving them direct orders. Otherwise they occupy the bar, and not to serve drinks, but to consume one after the other. But we make it work.
I push my paws into the dirt and force my body to move faster. I need the distraction. It’s been five days since I’ve seen Opal. Five days since she showed up early in the morning along with Tobias.
And the guy surprisingly works out fine. The way Opal described him made me think he needed a lot of work to get him acquainted to the tasks at hand, but either he’s used to the work or a natural. He’s a great extra hand around the stables, knows how to handle horses, and is an experienced rider.
Ash mentioned this morning how the guy should be a prospect the way he fits in. And yes, we would accept someone who isn’t a werewolf to become a member. Though every member of this MC is part of my pack, Tobias would be the first human, and an exception. Like I mentioned; he fits right in.
Ash jumps off his bike and closes the gate, locking the Quarter Horses inside. The faint scent of raspberries taunts my nose and I instantly know Opal is around. I throw my head in the air and filter the different scents to get a sense of direction.
I dig my nails into the ground and push off into the direction of my cabin. I hear Ash’s bike rev before he’s riding beside me. The moment I see a glimpse of her standing near my cabin is when Ash slowly falls back.
I hear his voice echo through my head. It’s more laughter with the words, “Ah, the curvy one got you running. I’ll see to the herd. Talk later.”
Ignoring him, I fully focus on the woman which I’m closing in on. She’s wearing a floral, blue sundress and matching cowboy boots. Her strawberry blonde hair is up in a messy bun and a large shoulder bag is thrown over her shoulder.
Her gorgeous blue eyes hit mine as I slow my pace and trot closer. She eyes me curiously and doesn’t back away from my wolf form as I inch closer. Werewolves are bigger than normal wolves but a hellhound or a guardian’s wolf form is much bigger. I’m curious how Opal looks once she’s able to shift.
I can sense her inner wolf. Though wolf and human are one, the ability to shift is always right there at the surface. Except for Opal, hers is tucked away, as if she’s been waiting for me to awaken her inner desires to shift, to run, to mate.
Trotting right up to her I bump my head against her leg and seek out her hand with my muzzle. She sinks her fingers into my thick, black fur and I have to close my eyes to relish in the feel of her touch.
Her bag hits the ground when she sinks to her knees, fingers still sliding through my fur as if she’s greeting, and petting, a family dog. I don’t even care if she’s unaware of the feelings it ignites inside me; I relish in the fact that her hands are all over me.
She hums and I have no clue if she’s aware but I also hear her inner wolf release chuffing sounds at our intimate contact. Finding the hem of her dress, I easily slide it up her bare legs in an effort