still
remains. He spits some blood on top of the dead she-beast. Devon
shivers. He points over to us.
“Blanket, please,” he says through gritted
teeth as he winces in pain. “Ugh!”
Chris rushes back into the office and brings
the blood cover ed Devon a blanket to wrap
his nude body in. I blush as little as he is helped to his feet by
my hubby. He sees my reaction and looks at me with furrowed brow. I
hang back at the entrance to Devon’s office as Chris and Devon
begin heading my direction.
I, then, head back into the office limping
over to the desk across the room from the doorway. As soon as I
reach the desk to lean upon it , Devon and
Chris enter the room. Chris helps Devon to the couch in the office.
Sweat drips from the pores of Devon’s skin and hair.
“Water,” he says in a cracked, weak voice as
he points to the small fridge on the other side of the desk.
“Got it,” I tell him as I as make my way
around while using the desk for support. I slowly bend down to get
a bottle of water out of the fridge for Devon. That’s when I feel
as though he is checking out my butt.
“Hey, man,” Chris says as I stand back
up.
“Look, man, I’m married, too,” Devon says
weakly.
“Here,” I say tossing him the bottle of
water.
“Thanks,” Devon says through a cracked voice
as he caught the water bottle.
Devon cracks upon the bottle and starts
drinking the water. Relief can be seen on his face. He is still
exhausted.
The teenage boy who showed us to the back
comes into the office. Devon turns and looks up at Paul. He had
heard a commotion and checks up on Devon after hearing the
commotion.
“Yes, Paul?”
“Mr. Harrison, is there anything I can do for
you?” the young boy asks Devon.
“Call my wife and have her bring a change of
clothes.”
“Um,” Paul says as he begins to stammer.
That’s when Kelly walks into the room carrying a duffle bag with
her. She tries to step around all the blood.
“I don’t think that’s going to be necessary,
Dev,” she says sweetly as she walks into the office. She, then,
turns to Paul. “You can go now, Paul. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs. Harrison.” Paul tells
Kelly as he turns and leaves Devon’s office to go back to his
duties on the floor of the General Store.
“Ah, baby,” Devon says as she walks in. “It’s
good to see you. Glad you brought me some clothes.”
“I heard your thoughts as soon as you changed
into your were-beast form, Dev.”
“I never thought about that. Sorry,
baby.”
“It’s okay, Dev. The kids were a little
freaked out though. I’m hoping that they’re so young that they will
not remember what went on.”
“Who’s watching them, Kel?”
“The nanny is watching them, Dev.” Kelly says
handing him the duffle bag. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“Why don’t you take Destiny and go get some
lunch while Chris helps me get changed?” Devon asks his wife.
“Sure thing, Dev,” she tells her husband.
Kelly, then, turns towards me. “You ready, Destiny?”
“Yes, I could use some down time,” I reply to
Kelly.
“Alright,” she says. “Let me help you.”
With Kelly’s help, I walk out of the office
so that Devon can change. We continue on through the stockroom,
trying not to step in the fur laden blood. I wave of nausea hit my
stomach.
“What happened?” she asks nonchalantly.
“We met with Devon as was the plan to try and
draw out some of the other pack located here in Jasper Springs,” I
begin to relay. “And to our surprise, we did just that. They sent a
small woman who stalked us from the catwalk.”
I, then, point up to the ceiling.
“Then, she probably came in from the
skylight.” Kelly surmised as we headed to the front.
“Can we make a pit stop to the restroom?” I
ask her. “I’d like to make myself somewhat presentable.”
“Not a problem. Not a problem.” She says.
“But first, let’s go get some supplies to help you pretty up.”
“I greatly
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