Heard You.

Leas cooks this awesome mix of bacon, eggs and hash-browns then shares it with her. He made sure to mix it all up for her to easily eat, having no other alternatives for a supposed dog. He did make a comment about getting dog food later, which she whimpers out of despair. She will leave if he did that. Leas laughs at the reaction, later saying that he will only treat her with the best brand.

Sometime in the morning, he finishes his plate and moves towards the phone with a yellow book. Idonea wonders who he is trying to reach. He isn’t vocal about who. The only time she realizes who he is trying to reach is when he dials the digits, and the phone rang.

It kept ringing, the look on Leas’ grim face made her nervous. It cuts off, then there is no voicemail. Usually, voicemails are a luxury at this day and age. Idonea remembers a while back that the most luxurious thing a person can have is their own horse carriage.

“Man... that’s odd. I thought she would at least answer the phone.” Leas taps his bare foot on the carpet. With his cute little blond head tilting, he redials.

She?! Wolf Idonea pads over to investigate. Thinking he is just reaching out to another woman. Anyone but herself, his features alone can earn him enough lovers. Maybe finding out that he did have multiple partners will tear away this naive sense of attraction. It will be easier to move on. Then a comment slips past his mouth, making her all embarrassed for thinking so lowly of him.

“I wonder if Idonea is okay...what do you think, my pretty pup?” He hangs the phone back to its place, then pets the she-wolf from head to neck. He is forcing this grin, to hide some of his sadness. “Should I check up on her?”

Idonea froze, blinking. Uh oh.

She sat right down, about to shake her head, but thought against it. If he thinks she is responding to his comment too accurately, then he might start becoming suspicious. Instead, she yips, wagging her bushy red tail.

“I should...shouldn’t I?”

That is exactly the opposite of what I want! Her ears twitches, fighting the urge to panic. He only pets her more with an even bigger grin on his face. “She might not like it if I just showed up...unannounced.”

Good! He isn’t a creeper!? Idonea yips again, proud that he knows better than to show up at a lone woman’s apartment. Especially when they just met two days ago.

“But” He increases his petting, now rubbing his face into the side of her neck while kneeling to do so. He smells so good, and his touch felt just as wonderful, causing her tail to thump hard on the carpeted floor. “I could always bring you! Idonea might know who your owners are.”

Nope nope.... She sank into his touch, her throat rumbling in pleasure from it. Almost forgetting what she is here for in the first place.

Her temptations got the best of her as she rests huge paws on his chest, and her nose with her tongue stamps his neck. He reacts with some laughter and very weak retorts. A very scary thought rushes through her head. One that involves pinning him down to the ground just to have her way with him. Transform back even and take him on the ride of his life. Again, with these thoughts...

Idonea fights it down because it is the worst thing to do to anyone. It will make him respond horribly if she changes in front of him. He might even call the police on her for masquerading as a dog just to stalk him. Worse, he will tell the whole village that there is a werewolf in Kilkeel.

Her heart aches in the imagination. Something like this happen once before to a human that she thought is her best friend. A human she can have sworn she fell in love with. He is an England farmhand, friendly deposition and easy on the eyes. He was taken from the UK to create a colony in the upper crust of Ireland. When they got to know each other, he wasn’t aware of her background or her more furry side. They had a few romantic outings. The moment he found out her traits, he raised the whole village to hunt her down. Her mother had to get involved and gather the pack to kill the little colony. It boggled her mind how quick to betray humans can be, because that was the era of Faloadah and the Werewolves of Ossory were a true staple of human and werewolf cohesion. That incident led them to break ties with humanity and werewolves were forced to hide away. They were pushed away from Ireland, since the fear of werewolves also birthed the culling of natural wolves in the country. It still affects her, remembering how her mother would describe humans.

“Fickle feeble little ants they are. Their lives are fleeting, so their loyalty and love are just as fleeting. At least you don’t have to watch your mortal lover die from old age.”

And she is right. Any werewolf that kept their mortal lover from this societal contract lost them from natural causes and had to deal with the loss. The loss of a lover is so painful for a werewolf that many leave the pack or become very silent. There is nothing that a werewolf can do to change the mortality of someone. Her mother is the only one who can get through such a loss, already losing her true mate during the fall of Ossory...

“These short loves cannot compare to the love I had for your father... He was a foolish werewolf-like you-who saw the good in humans. Got himself killed by one...that moron.”

Right...my father. The thought cools her desires, pushing away from Leas with a shake of her fur. A sign of weariness from all the petting, even though a growing side of her wants it to keep going.

“Fine, fine. I bet you’re itching to go to your family.” He straightens himself on the balls of his heels, his smile is still there, but this one held a touch of sadness. Why does he keep himself so alone if he craves the attention of others? What is he hiding that requires him to be alone?

He can have anyone as his companion. Heck, it’s weird that he didn’t even have his own pet with the way he coddles her. He had the heart for one. He is never going to give her those answers right now. And it shouldn’t matter to her, right? Her attention is on him getting ready to leave. Quickly, he slips on his shoes and grabs his car key then gestures to her to follow, “Come my beautiful pup!”

Idonea would sigh if she could but instead trots over to his side. She just hopes she can think up a way to escape without getting found out or upsetting the rather charming radio host. At least until she leaves him on a good note. Leave him knowing that their relationship can’t surpass acquaintanceship.