15 Ch 15 Just a Run

I was frustrated with this wolf's reaction to me. I tried to keep myself calm. I tried to figure out how to get him alone. I came up blank. Mac actually came to my rescue.

"I gotta lock up. Don't go nowhere."

Mac headed back in to lock up the clinic.

I looked at Derrick, glad I had parked the bike in the back. I threw him the keys.

"You wanna bring it around?"

That gave me the briefest moment alone with the other wolf.

He spoke before I had a chance. He had dropped to his knees again with head bowed. The stink of fear rolled off him.

"Forgive me Royal for invading your pack..."

"What the hell dude," I hissed. "Stand up already and stop that shit. This isn't my pack. All these guys are human. They don't know about us. We need to go somewhere and talk. When we do you're going to explain this crap. Meet me at the gas station by the interstate after we leave here. I gotta take Derrick home first. You better frigging be there when I get there."

Thankfully he had gotten to his feet by the time Derrick came around the corner of the house. I hoped if he was that scared of me he'd be too scared to stand me up. He didn't wait for Mac. He got on his bike and was taking off as Mac came out the front door.

That left me to deal with Mac.

Mac was ticked and I had no idea what to say. He motioned me back in the house. I proceeded him in. He closed the door behind him. He didn't say anything this time, standing with his arms crossed against his chest, his back against the front door.

"I can't explain to you, not really," I started. "I noticed we had something in common. I pointed it out to him. He reacted... weird. I can't explain him. I'm sorry if I put you in a position. It's the first time I've met someone else...with the thing we have in common."

Mac just kept looking at me, waiting for me to go on. I sighed. The one thing I couldn't tell him was the truth. But I could explain a few things maybe.

"I know why he stopped fighting two years ago, I think. It's the same reason I'm not willing to fight in that atmosphere. Someday I hope I can tell you. I'd really like to, but just like your secret here, some things aren't mine to tell. If I ever get permission to tell you, I will. I'll understand if you don't want me around anymore."

Mac sighed then, running his hand through his short hair. He looked aggravated.

"He was in the military with me. We've been friends forever until he dropped off the face of the earth two years ago. When he did finally stop back by he was nervous and distant, didn't stay long."

I could see a hint of the pain in Mac's eyes on behalf of his friend. He ran his hand though his hair again, trying to control his frustration.

"He won't tell me anything. He knows I'd go to hell and back for him. I think he stays away until he can't stand being away anymore."

Another pause while Mac thought about what I said, weighing his options. "I don't mind you being here," Mac finally decided. "You did good tonight overall. I gotta respect you not talking about whatever it is, but if the time comes when you can, I'm the first person you come to. Deal?"

"Deal."  I had a feeling I was getting off easy.

Mac motioned me outside so he could lock up. "What's with the name Little Wolf?"

"That's my name back home. Doc said it was better not to use your real name around here."

"Yeah," Mac looked at me sideways as we headed toward Derrick and my bike, "but why did it freak him out?"

I just shrugged. That was a question I wanted an answer to myself.

I didn't get off the bike when I dropped Derrick off.

"Should I ask?"

"No, but Mac and I are good at least. Don't wait up for me."

I left Derrick standing in the front yard while I headed to the gas station by the interstate. My mind was going faster than my bike, and I had to remind myself to watch my speed. When I got there I rolled in toward the back of the lot, staying on the bike.

He was there.

I motioned for him to follow me as I took off down the interstate. I wanted to be someplace I wouldn't have to worry about other people. I pulled into a cop turnaround next to some woods. I went in far enough that even if a cop was there, he wouldn't see the parked bikes.

Getting off, I stripped to just my jeans. He got off his bike, took off his helmet and jacket, and came before me, dropping to his knees again. I didn't complain this time.

"Shift," I commanded.

I needed answers and the first answer I needed was to know that he really was a werewolf. Even though I could smell the wolf on him, some part of me wanted to verify it. I wanted to see what kind of wolf he was.

He paled before stripping before me. He kept his eyes down like he was afraid to look at me. His shifting was slow and painful. It took over an hour. I could tell he was biting back screams. He wasn't completely successful. His groans, whimpers, and finally his bitten back cries filled the night.

Add this kind of slow and painful shift to the list of things that never occurred to me.

He was finally full wolf before me. He cowered down until his belly was pushing into the ground. He slowly rolled over, tail curled up against his belly, throat stretched out, eyes closed. He was so terrified at this point that he actually piddled on himself.

I had sat and watched, still human, feeling mortified and slightly sickened as I watched him become a black and tan colored wolf. I took my hands now, put them on his face, running my hands briefly across his body and neck. I applied enough pressure to get him to roll back over. I brought his head up.

"Look at me. No," I said as he started to look back down, "keep looking at me. I'm sorry. I wouldn't have had you shift if I knew it was like that for you. I can assure you that you have nothing to fear from me. It's obvious that your experience hasn't been good."

I sighed, looking around. The median between the freeways was dark. The bikes were out of sight. I smiled down at him. I needed him to relax more. We still had a good 4 hours before fake dawn. Call it three if it was going to take him that long to change back.

"Will you do me the honor of running with me tonight?"

He bowed his head down again, tucking it tight against his chest. He sunk to the ground. He still smelled terrified.

"Watch."

I grinned as I added my jeans to the rest of my stuff. I started with my feet this time. I counted to myself as I shifted at my top speed. Twenty-two seconds later I gave myself a shake, grinning again.

I nudged my companion with my nose, giving his face a brief  lick to reassure him. I had my rump in the air, tail high and waving slightly. I swatted him lightly with a front paw, leaping away then leaping back, swatting him again before pouncing away.

He didn't move, unsure of what was expected of him. He had no idea how to play.

I meandered around for awhile before relieving myself on my back tire. I woofed at him and ran a little distance away. I ignored him for awhile as I sniffed around, moving farther and farther away from him. It took a half hour for him to start moving around.

I remembered that he couldn't smell. That would seriously limited his experience as a wolf. As he got closer I moved on, picking up speed. He stumbled after me through the woods.

A clumsy wolf was another thing I had never imagined. He had no idea how to move. His total inexperience made no sense to me. If he'd been bitten two years ago, he should at least have some idea how to move.

I ghosted for awhile at full speed. He had no chance of keeping up with me. I circled back around, stalking him. He was still blindly running forward. I could smell his panic.

I purposely rushed him, knocking him off his feet. He yelped, half snarling, teeth bared until he saw me standing a few feet away, wolf laughing.

He piddled again, sinking down whimpering, head bowing down and tucked in, turned to expose his neck to me.

I walked over and started to lay next to him, but the smell of his piss was strong. I pushed him forward a bit before pushing him down, laying next to him and resting my head over him protectively.

We stayed that way for awhile before he finally relaxed just a little. He still smelled of fear.

I would have spent more time just laying there, but I wasn't sure how long it would take to get back to the bikes. It wouldn't take me long by myself. With his nose, I wasn't even sure he could find the bikes, despite the fact we were still in the median between two strips of road.

Getting up, I gave myself a good shake. I took a few steps then looked back at him. He got up, but then cowered back down piddling again. I groaned to myself. I marked a tree then pushed him over to the tree. Could I make it any clearer what I wanted him to do? He finally released a long stream, looking somehow embarrassed as he did. Nothing he did made sense.

I headed back to the bikes at a slow easy loping pace. He managed to keep up with me this time. I got the impression he was pushing himself, panting as he ran.

I mentally shook my head. He was working twice as hard as he needed to. He had no idea how to lope.  He had no idea how to do anything. We got back to the bikes with no problem.

I quickly shifted back to human and slid my jeans on. When I turned back around, he was belly up again.

"Dude, I neither need nor want you to act that way around me. It goes against everything I was taught. It isn't how wolves act. It's way too extreme. I told you- you have nothing to fear from me. Just relax dude. It's cool. Can you shift back?"

A good forty-five minutes later my companion started reaching for his clothes.

I watched him, slightly amused, from where I was leaning against my bike. I had never fathomed a wolf that didn't know how to be a wolf. I had no idea what to make of all this.

He was moving slowly, his hands shaking. I stopped him before he put his shirt on.

"Turn around."

He obliged me, eyes down of course.

"That's an unusual tattoo you have there. It goes all the way around. Oh, don't you dare piddle on yourself again."

His fear had spiked, combined with shame. He brought one hand up to his neck, fingering it.

"It's my collar," he whispered. The smell of shame increased dramatically.

I was off my bike and stalking in front of him in a second.

"What!"

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What kind of man would do that to another?

I should have controlled my outrage. My outburst had him piddling on himself. Again.

So frustrating!

"Finish getting dressed bro, then we're going to go have that talk!"