Chapter Eight

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Author's Note: I am trying to get back into writing regularly. My problems aren't worked out yet, who knows if they ever will be. BUT I am trying to get back into this.

My updates will probably be short and irregularly posted.  I am making no promises, but I am trying.

And picture credit goes to AmySebastian! Thank you!

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A couple hours of photography later I was sweating and uncomfortable. The heat that I had been enjoying became more intense as the day wore on and quickly took its toll on me. I was fine one minute and then two minutes later I was miserable.  

"I can't be out here much longer. This heat is wearing me out," I confessed. The two werewolves were enjoying their time out of the house and I felt guilty about making them follow me back to the house.  

Mike threw me a water bottle and a granola bar. "We'll just pack up and go home." 

Nikki nodded and took the strap of the camera off of her neck. "Yeah, you look beat. Sit down and we'll take care of everything." 

I nodded and sat down on the rocky shore. I could tell from the fatigue in my legs that I would be sore and tired tomorrow.  

I kept my eyes on the far side of the shoreline as I ate and drank.  

I spotted something on the other side of the lake when movement caught my vision.

I tried to make out what it was, but it was too far away to tell.

"Is that a wolf?" I asked as Mike and Nikki were packing up her things.  

They both looked up and looked in the direction that I had seen the wolf.  

"I don't think it's one of Finn's," Mike said as he stared at the wolf.  

"He's going to come over here," Nikki stated. Sure enough, the wolf sprinted down the shoreline.

"If it's not a friendly, Nikki's going to carry you to Finn's very quickly," Mike commanded.

It wasn't a suggestion to Nikki and by the look on her face, she knew it. She didn't like it when Mike ordered her to do things.  

Nikki looped her camera bag around her neck so that she wouldn't have to worry about the expensive equipment. She came closer to me and stared at the wolf as it approached.  

"I think he might be JJ," Mike said as we waited.  

About twenty yards from us, the wolf suddenly darted into the trees.  

"Where's he going?" I asked as I looked around Nikki.  

"He's changing." Mike didn't sound enthused.  

"Should we wait for him? Or should we leave?" I asked as Nikki helped me off the ground.  

"He wants to say something," Nikki suggested, "otherwise he wouldn't have come over." 

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