Little Wolf

Ch 54 Full Moon Run

"No more hanging with Mac if he's going to be influencing you to use words like that! Your mother will have an absolute cow if you go back talking like that!" I exclaimed, faking indignation but still being serious in my reproach to her.

"I would never talk like that in front of my mom! Have you ever had your mouth washed out? Totally nasty! Besides," she added cheekily, "we could eat the cow."

I chuckled, couldn't help it, as Mac let out a loud guffaw, slapping Sister on the shoulder, making it look like a harder hit than it was. She still threw him a dirty look for it though.

"Now Lil' Sis, you remember that talk we had about enforcers?"

"Yeah, you told me you weren't one even though you fit the description!"

Sister glared at him, practically tapping her toe in frustration. I pulled out her bag and my backpack full of tea. Mac glared back at her, scowling. They were in a way very similar with their brusque personalities.

Eddie pulled up, distracting them, barely managing his bike. He had this huge backpack strapped to the rear seat backrest. I didn't even want to know what was in it. Knowing them, probably a whole frigging arsenal. I was really going to have to have a talk with Mac. Sometime after Sister was done with him though. She wasn't one to back down.

Mac finally pointed at Lone Wolf, who had gone off to the side to shift. I wondered if he was trying to spare Sister or Mac from the sight of his transformation. He had shifted in record time for him. I suspected he had spent all his free time shifting to hone the skill. His human bulk made for an enormous wolf, almost fictional in its size.

"Now that," declared Mac, "is your enforcer. My bro and I, we're a team, see? He will give his life to keep you safe, and while he's doing that, I'm killing the s.o.b. that's trying to take you out. You do what he says, right when he says, no questions asked. Now, we worked this out earlier. See that?"

Mac pointed to Lone Wolf, who was pointing to his own back with his snout.

"He looks at you and does that, you climb on him and lean down tight against him. You grab deep handfuls of that fur around his neck..."

"It's called a ruff, and I'm not riding a wolf..."

Mac picked her up and plopped her down on top of Lone Wolf. She had no choice but to strattle him. She looked at me indignantly.

"Brother!"

"I'm not carrying you," I said as I slipped on the unfortunately orange doggie backpack full of tea as I shifted. "And your mom would have a hissy if she heard we made you climb a mountain tonight. Trust Lone Wolf. It's the only way to get you there in time."

"Where? And in time for what? Brother!" she called out, but I was already moving. I stopped after a short distance waiting for them to catch up.

Mac shouldered the big backpack as if it was nothing, motioning Anna ahead of him. Lone Wolf moved and Sister screeched, but leaned forward to place her arms around his neck. Running Elk brought up the rear for now, handling Sister's small bag and his own backpack.

I watched Eddie pull out a small pup tent, practically throwing it up in the air to have it come down already formed up. He positioned it in the center of the bikes, settling himself down. Rear guard, I thought, sighing at Mac's military mind. With all of the wolves in the woods, I couldn't really blame him.