Frowning, Dodger deleted the last four digits in a rush and then re-typed them. “Stop!” he yelled at his animal.
Fuck you.
“No, fuck you! She’s fragile, you sick fuck. She’s a human!”
She’s fun. She’s interesting. We could make her stronger.
“She’s a good person.”
So?
“So why would you want to corrupt that?”
The animal didn’t have any logical response, so Dodger took that as a win and deleted all of the number and then gritted his teeth and fought hard as his stupid finger poked every single number back into his phone, typed outHot Humanand saved the contact.
“Aaaah!” he roared, throwing the phone onto the floorboard.
He would throw it into the river on his way back to Rogue Pack territory and get himself a new phone.
I’ll type it into the new phone too,his wolf assured him.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The wolf wasn’t supposed to be in control, but here he was, for the thirty-fifth year in a row, fighting the damn voice in his head. Why couldn’t he be one of the dumb ones? Why couldn’t his wolf just try unsuccessfully to talk to him with barking and yipping and growling? He could ignore that! But no, he was unblessed with a wolf that could probably do fairly well on a freaking SAT test.
Ha.
“Shut up. You don’t even know what an SAT test is.”
Dodger forced himself to get out of the truck and leave his phone on the floorboard.
The wolf was quiet as he shopped for the lumber he needed for the fence repairs. He was quiet when he pulled the truck around to load it and was quiet as he drove to the hardware store to grab the right sized brackets and nails.
He was not quiet as he tried to go the long way around the school on the way to the property he’d damaged though. So here he was, driving past a school zone that was no longer flashing and lacked one hot crossing guard.
“She’s gone home.”
Where is her home?
“Absolutely not.”
Let’s ask her.
Dodger strangled the steering wheel and wished it was his wolf’s neck in his hands.
He connected a call to Liam to distract himself.
“What?” Liam answered.
“Uh, how was your day?”
There were three loaded seconds of heavy silence, and then Liam said, “Is this a cry for help?”
“What?” Dodger asked.
“Are you in some sort of trouble?”
“No.” Yes? He didn’t know.
“Then why are you calling me asking about my day?”
