![]() Hopefully the german shepherd wouldn’t rip his throat out.Īnd like a coward, he wrote a little note and left it on the kitchen island, and then took his clothes off and let the change come early. Riley was magnificently well trained, but Soap hadn’t been around him as a wolfhound yet and didn’t know how that would go. When Ghost said he was going to go for a run, Soap said he had heartburn and watched him go. Somehow they’d bought a house together and Soap still hadn’t told him.įuck him, right? Except not, cos if he was going to be too busy being four legged and furred, he probably wouldn’t be getting any tonight. But this block over telling Ghost he was a shapechanger was far more powerful than his current meds, and he wasn’t about to play pharmaceutical fuck-around-and-find-out again, so he just kept chickening out. It was worse than the time he’d nearly gotten his beloved Jeep taken, he’d had the money for the payment all together in an envelope and all, but for some reason just couldn’t get it to the mailbox. They started fucking, then dating, a little out of order, and he didn’t want to rock the boat. And it would reveal he’d been hiding this for so long. Telling them he turned into a canine sometimes seemed like a great way to no longer fit in. There was just something about Ghost- about the 141 as a whole- that made him want to seem cool and capable and strong. Then he didn’t want to tell him cos it felt weirdly embarrassing. He’d done that maybe twice when he was six and his ma had taken the spoon to his rear for spilling secrets. He wasn’t in the habit of telling people upon first meeting, haw ye great brammer, good ta meecha, bet ye’ve ne’er shook hands wit a wolf-dog-man befer. At first he didn’t tell him cos they’d just fucking met.
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