Chapter 4
Braun
Humans were odd.
Just glancing back at Dorian following in his car was enough to make me sigh and got a huffing laugh from the pup.
“He’s odd.” The pup wasn’t technically mine, so I couldn’t hear him answer. But I could feel some of his emotions and understand his reactions enough to keep me talking.
The pup was fucking curious and the silence had been making him twitchy.
Teenagers.
“He didn’t freak out about the whole werewolf thing but you shifting without privacy had him nearly calling the cops.” I was grateful that our 911 was manned by a variety of locals so that wouldn’t have been an issue. “It means he’s good at taking care of people, though, and he’ll watch out for the pack.”
Alpha mates were usually badass women who scared the fuck out of everyone around them, so I was glad mine was a bit more relaxed when he went into defensive mode. It’d be safer for me in the long run and he had the parts I’d always preferred, making it even better.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the pup cock his head before he turned and focused on the car behind us. He wasclearly looking for more information about Dorian, so I kept rambling as we made our way back to the pack.
Not compound.
We weren’t crackpots looking for aliens to beam us up.
“He said he’s a math teacher.” The pup wasn’t local enough to know where that was, so I kept going. It was more like talking to myself than having a conversation, but it couldn’t be helped. “It’s about half an hour from here and is a mix of human and nonhuman, but clearly no one clued our math teacher in on that fact, so they must’ve thought he wasreallyhuman.”
The oblivious kind.
He was not and the pup huffed out another laugh.
“Yeah, he’s figured out more than average.” That was odd in itself, but it wasn’t what I was worried about at the moment.
That honor went to the pup.
He wasn’t stressed and was nearly doing a happy dance in my car, getting fur fucking everywhere, but his reaction said he wasn’t scared of me or my math teacher.
“I’ve got to figure out who his neighbors are and have a chat with the council or something. Did he tell you that his postman keeps bitching about humans…around a human?” We’d gotten a bit too relaxed about a lot of stuff over the past generation, but that was taking it too far. “Someone needs to have a talk with all of them.”
Including whoever had rented him the fucking house to begin with.
“And the staff at the high school too.” They were only supposed to be hiring people that actually knew about howinteresting the local community was. “I don’t know how he got hired.”
He seemed like a good teacher, but his mix of knowing and not knowing had to be causing chaos.
“We’ll straighten that out, though.” I sighed, getting another laugh from the pup. “He’s going to have questions.”
That wonderful understatement had the pup nearly in stitches and I had to fight to keep a straight face.
“Or he’ll report us…he’s a mandatory reporter, you know.”
Yeah, I was teasing the pup to get more laughter out of him, but I was going to have to make sure my little math teacher knew who to report problems to if the student in question didn’t seem to be human.
Which was one of the reasons the school district only hired teachers for the schools that understood what was going on in the district.
I must’ve answered the pup’s question because he quickly shifted to looking out the front and he looked even more curious.
Gesturing toward the left side of the car, I slowed down as we approached the dirt road that led to the village. “If you head this way you get to the main pack area, not compound, geez. It’s barely something you could call a village and that’s mostly where the local Bigfoot community lives.”
And more laughter.
