shifted angles, revealing to him the passage of
time. The morning seemed to have lasted an eternity.
The sides of the pitted crater were crumbly, difficult to climb in
either his human or his wolf form. Reluctantly, he finally gave in,
realizing he was stuck until Megan returned back to the cabin.
She should be back soon, she promised. Gazing up to the top of the
wide opening, his frustration mounted. Frustration and hunger. He
was anxious until he heard the sound of a car off in the distance.
Megan's back! His heart soared with happiness, his nerves flooded
with relief. She'll get me out of here!
Knowing his senses would be keener in wolf form, Derek
effortlessly transformed. Remembering how Megan mind-talked, he
wondered if it could be done, conveying messages over a distance.
Ah, what the hell ... it's worth a try. Raising his nose to the sky, he
mentally strained, sending out a psychic message. Meg! Megan! Can
you hear me? Meg! I need your help! Meg?
* * * *
Megan shook her head in disbelief, placing an armload of bags onto
the kitchen table. The cabin was quiet and empty. Derek was no
where in sight. Now, where has he gone? Maybe he's running off a bit
of sexual frustration. She grinned at the thought . Lord knows, I could
use a good run too!
Returning back outside to her car, she busied herself with the
remainder of the bags when something nudged at her mind. It was
like a mental poke. Listening to her instincts she stilled, holding her
breath, and concentrated on the sensation. But whatever it was went
silent. "Oh, that moon's now screwing with my mind too, damn it!"
she cursed, hefting the bags into her arms and heading toward the
cabin. "I swear, I can't wait until this moon waxes and – "
Oooooo! A distant howl rolled through the woods. Megan stopped
dead in her tracks, the hairs on the back of her neck rising in response.
Oooooooo! It was a call for help.
"Derek?" she yelled, depositing the bags swiftly onto the porch
before she jogged in the direction of the distressing call. "Derek,
where are you? I hear you! Keep howling!" she called out, stripping
out of her clothing as she transformed, then picked up her pace. In her
sithech form, she dashed off into the thick, amber-shaded grove in
search of him.
Ooooooo! His howl sounded strange, muffled, but unmistakable.
She hurried on all fours through the bed of fallen leaves with her keen
nose sniffing, seeking a clue to which direction to take. Ah ha! She
gloated, finding the trail tainted with his unmistakable scent. Megan
followed it deeper and deeper into the woods until she came to a
shaded glade.
Oooooo! A howl arose froma midsized hole in the ground. Derek?
She slowed her pace and cautiously padded to the opening, gazing
over the edge into the leaf-lined pit. To her relief, a pair of amber
eyes glowed back at her from the bottom. The tawny-colored wolf let
out a soft whimper.
Derek! Are you okay? she mentally conveyed, her heart racing
against her ribcage.
Yes, I'm okay. Be careful. Those leaves around the edges are slick.
How long have you been down there? Can't you get out in human
form? she inquired, padding easily around the rim of the earthen-
cavity, pondering the situation. Derek transformed and stood upright,
naked and dirty at the bottom of the pit with a frown on his face.
"I've been waiting for you to return all day. I tried to climb out, but
the dirt is too flakey and loose. I won't be able to climb out unless I
have something sturdy to grab onto."
She could sense his frustration. He shrugged his shoulders, looking
as helpless as a baby wolf pup. Her heart ached with desperation and
longing.
Don't worry ... I have an idea. I'll be right back! She turned and
scampered back in the direction of the cabin as fast as her limbs could
carry her.
* * * *
He stared up at the opening and blinked in disbelief. Well, this'll be
the second time she's saved my ass. He shook his head. Megan
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