Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 25: (Allison)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 25: (Allison) - Following a traumatic accident, Kal returns home with a gap in his memories. Strange dreams plague him as uncontrollable urges begin to rise.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Were animal Sister Cream Pie First Oral Sex
The smell of licorice stung Allison’s nose, Bethany’s penchant for chewing that black tar-like substance as off-putting now as it had been back then. How she could stomach that taste was anyone’s guess. Rather taking her chances at hypothermia than suffocating under that black cloud of gaseous death, Allison cracked the window, the liberating sting of cold chasing off the smell that seemed to cling to every surface.
Bethany, for her part, barely seemed to notice the drop in temperature, busy flipping through her notebook muttering to herself, occasionally chewing on the black rope that hung from her lips like a dead snake.
“Skinwalker? Could be impersonatin’ him. Maybe a revenant? Could’a stalked them kids and killed ‘em. Nah, wouldn’t’a eaten ‘em then. Oooo, maybe a god? Veles is from Eastern Europe, might’a hitched a ride.”
“Could be one of a million things,” Allison said, holding the steaming cup of coffee to her nose. “Or, hell, it could be nothing at all and he just got lucky.”
“Well, what the hell else am I gonna do while I sit here?” she complained, chewing her rope of licorice like she was emphasizing a point. “Not like we got any other leads. Unless it kills again, this is all we got.”
Bethany wasn’t wrong, tracking anything in the forest was an exercise in futility and with no witnesses, they might as well spin a giant wheel and throw knives at it to figure out what it was. It still had all the hallmarks of being a werewolf attack, minus the most important detail, a full moon. It left everyone scratching their heads when they’d called it in.
Tempers already short, Allison swallowed her snarky response as the Aberdeen’s door opened down the street.
As one, they sank lower in their seats, Bethany pulling out a pair of binoculars to spy on the occupants departing.
“Okay, that’s them, Kal and the older sister,” Bethany said, turning her binoculars to the house behind them. “Kaylie and the younger one should be gone.”
“Should?”
“I mean, could’a snuck back in from the backdoor, but don’t see why they would’a.”
Allison grunted, taking another sip of coffee and hoping it would chase away some of this everlasting fatigue that plagued her. If she had to, she’d resort to sleeping pills just to get a full night’s sleep, only getting a few hours before memories of that night reared it’s ugly head again.
“Huh, those two seem oddly affectionate,” Bethany said, turning her binoculars back to them as they headed further down the street arm in arm. “Didn’t he have a girlfriend?”
“Yeah, Natalie, I want to say. Some freshman at the local college. Gimme those.”
Surrendering the binoculars and turning her attention back to her notes, Allison watched Kal nuzzle his sister while she giggled, their fingers interlaced as they disappeared around the corner.
“Yeah. That’s really weird. Don’t seem like brother and sister from here.”
“Maybe he is a skinwalker. One of their favorite past-times is knocking up loved ones.”
“Even then, that’d be weird. I didn’t get the sense that anything was off with her, so why the one-eighty? Skinwalkers don’t change the people around them.”
“That fertility god, what’s his name? Kokopeli? Isn’t he into all that?”
“Not his MO.”
“I got it! Pod people.”
“Shut up, you dork.”
“I’m serious,” Bethany said, though the grin tugging at her lips belied that. “We got monsters and ghosts and gods and shit, why not aliens?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you again. Hand me the kit.”
Taking the proffered kit and sliding it into her jacket, Allison inserted an earpiece into her right ear before exiting the car. She crossed the street and headed for the house, waiting for a few cars to pass before going to the door.
“Still clear,” Bethany said over the earpiece.
Pulling out her old set of lockpicks, nubs worn down from their frequent use, she set to picking the lock. As far as commercial locks went, this one was several generations out of date. Only the accumulated rust gave her any problems, the door swinging open in less than ten seconds.
With one last glance around for any passersby she slipped into the house, shutting the door behind her.
“Check upstairs, far room should be his,” Bethany said, her voice crackling lightly in her ear. “Might be some residue or something you can collect.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.”
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