Hawk
The
door to his cabin slammed open.
Hawk
shot up on the bed and spotted a man standing in the doorway. Back-lit by the
full moon, Hawk could tell the man was huge.
The
man was also naked, carrying something in one hand.
And
he was growling.
Hawk
was on his feet but there was nowhere to run. The only escape was through the
very door the large man was standing in. Thinking briefly about it now, March
had made a big mistake not putting in a second way out of the cabin.
“What
do you want?” Hawk cried out. He was frightened now, silently praying for the
wolf to return and save him one more time.
“Ghost…want
Hawk…” came the reply as the man’s nose went up, sniffing the air.
Had
he heard the stranger correctly? The words were slurred, as if the man who said
them had been deep in the cider. “W… what?”
The
man took a step into the cabin, then shut the door. “Want – Hawk.”
His
words were clearer, as if saying them for the second time was easier. A thought
started to form. “Who…who are you?”
With
the door closed and the bright moonlight blocked out, Hawk could begin to see
slight details on the stranger. The low light of the fireplace helped with that
along with the same bright moonlight pouring in from some of the small windows.
Dark hair, and lots of it. Not only on the top of his head, but on his chest.
Wide chest and thick thighs and just a hint of something large sticking out
from in front of him.
The
man pointed to himself. “Ghost,” he said. Then he pointed to Hawk and took
another step toward him. “Hawk.”
Could
it be? No! He had to be hallucinating. This man could, in no way, be Ghost, the
wolf. Had he truly changed into a man? Exactly what Hawk had been wishing for
all this time? Wishes of that magnitude just did not come true. They couldn’t.
It was not sane to even think about.
But,
of course, Hawk had never been accused of being sane anyway. Quite the
opposite, in fact. Not only that, but the man smelled like Ghost. That wonderful heady amazing fragrance was Ghost. But…how? Except Ghost had magic so…maybe.
Or he
could be dreaming.
He
noticed Ghost was carrying something, a container of some kind. It actually
looked familiar. Then he remembered. It was one that Hawk had seen that very
afternoon.
The
jelly? Oh! It was the jelly!
“How…”
But Rufus and Jeremiah had been in a hurry to leave as well. Perhaps they were
unable to grab the container when they did. It also proved that this was indeed
Ghost.
Ghost
dropped the container and came forward, taking a hold of Hawk’s shoulders.
“Fingers,” he said, his stubbly face coming near as he bent over Hawk.
“Fingers,” he repeated in a whisper as he moved his hands down Hawk’s arms,
then up his back, pulling Hawk close. Hawk hadn’t really thought about the fact
Ghost had skin of his own until that moment. It was glorious. Hawk
wrapped his arms around Ghost and leaned against the bigger man. The skin on
skin had an immediate effect on Hawk, one that wasn’t missed by Ghost. Hawk
heard him inhale as he grabbed the hair at the back of Hawk’s head, while the
other hand engulfed Hawk’s right nether cheek. “Hawk is mate.” He growled
again. “Hawk is mine!”
