Chapter 73: The Dangers Pile Up

They were back in the car, the four of them, two wolves in the front, a red fox and a leopard in the back, the road dark and empty ahead. The conversation had drifted to Remi again after reminiscing on Remi losing his virginity three days ago. Cass had his feet up on the dash. Kiran was in the back with Lir, still flushed from earlier, his red tail wagging.

“It’s good,” Roan said from the driver’s seat. “Seeing him like that. Relaxed.”

“And he’s finally a real fox,” Kiran said. He sounded pleased with himself.

Lir turned his head. “He was always a real fox. Getting laid or not.”

Kiran opened his mouth to answer. Lir leaned over and dragged his tongue slow across the red fox’s shoulder, right where the fur thinned into skin. Kiran jerked. His hips bucked once against the seatbelt and he came in his pants while gripping the back of the seat, eyes squeezed shut from sensation. The wet spot spread fast.

Cass twisted around. Roan glanced in the rearview. Both of them started laughing.

“Again?” Cass said. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Kiran was still twitching, face buried in his arm, breathing hard. He didn’t answer with words. Instead he shoved the psychic link open as hard as he could, forcing it wide between himself and the two wolves in the front. The orgasm hit them both at once. Heat and pressure, the sting of a system that had emptied it’s contents very recently already, the sudden full-body jolt of finishing without warning.

Roan’s paws tightened on the wheel. The car swerved hard toward the shoulder and Cass yelped and grabbed the dash. For a second the tires sang on the gravel before Roan corected, heart hammering, ears pinned.

“Kiran,” he said, voice tight. “Do not do that while I’m driving.”

Kiran lifted his head just enough to grin, still panting, still leaking in his pants. “Sorry. Had to share.”

They drove until the trees thinned and a couple of trucks sat parked on the shoulder. Four men in camo stood around the tailgate with rifles leaning against the bumper. Hunters. The pack pulled up and got out. Roan walked over first, keeping his hands visible, as they always must work extra hard to appear harmless around any humans thanks to the social tensions rising in the country.

“You might want to clear out of these woods for a while,” he said. “Till further notice.”

One of the men looked them over. “Why?”

Kiran opened his mouth before anyone could stop him. “There’s something worse than us wolves out here.”

The hunters went quiet. One of them glanced at the others. “Worse wolf?”

“Werewolf,” another said, not quite a question.

Roan punched Kiran in the shoulder hard enough to rock him. Kiran hissed and rubbed it, ears flat. The hunters watched the whole thing. One of them nodded slowly.

“Appreciate the warning,” he said. “We’ll think about it.”

They didn’t sound convinced. The pack got back in the car and kept moving. Roan had a small radar device propped on the dash, the screen showing heat signatures scattered through the trees. At least a dozen human signals, most of them clustered in pairs or small groups. They followed the strongest one for another mile and found two more men standing beside a muddy ATV.