Sapphire: A Werewolf Love Story (12 page)

She just asked me to have sex with her in public. 
Classic diversion tactic.  It might work on some horny wolves, but I know her
game. “Would you like to tell me anything new going on with you?”

Her face goes pale instantly and she wrings her
hands together fighting her nervous energy.  “Oh Parker, what makes you think I
have anything to tell?”  She’s smart, she knows a wolf can tell when someone is
nervous…so why is she giving all the obvious signs?

“Tatiana,” I gasp.  “I think you have a secret to
hide and I’m pretty sure I know what it is…would you like to tell me or would
you like me to tell you?” 

“Okay,” She takes her hand to her mouth and bit her
cuticle.  What the hell?  Why do people chew on their hands?

“Stop biting your nails.”  I stood and slid into the
seat opposite her. 

“I’m sorta dating someone,” she blurts out.

“Sorta dating…hmmmmm like sorta a virgin but not
really?  What does sorta dating mean?  Are you sorta fucking him too?”

“No, oh no….no we’re not….we haven’t had sex.  You
and I, we’re cool.  I need sex in my life, you
know
I can’t go a long
time without sex.”

She didn’t make the situation any less awkward. 
“You’re dating one member and fucking another?  You know that’s
wrong
and goes against our
code of conduct
.  I could pull rank and claim you
as my own, but I sense you wouldn’t want me to.  So, what do you want Tat?”

Her head drops forward and she puts her hands over
her face.  “Parker, I want to have sex with you, but I need a companion.  I
want to go to the movies with someone who wants to be with me.  A bed bunny
doesn’t cut it for me.  I mean, yeah we’re great together in bed….but we’re
oblivious to everything going on in the other’s life.  I don’t want to make
this decision.  He knows… he saw me leaving your room this morning.  I came
clean.”

“Really?” I proclaimed.  Her eyebrows dipped in as
she squints at me.  “I noticed you were completely waxed.  Is that something
you did for him or for me?”

Her face turns seven shades of red before she could
reply back to me.  “Ugh…. We were going to have sex tonight.  We’ve planned it
for a few weeks.  He’s pretty pissed off at both of us, so I don’t think he
wants me anymore.  He is concerned since you’re our Beta.”

I reach across the table and take her hand into
mine.  “Love, it’s okay.  I told you from the beginning when you find someone
to let me know.  Let me guess, it’s Michael right?”  Tat nods her head but
doesn’t pull her hands from mine.  “Find him and tell him we broke it off.  I’m
not going to bed another wolf’s partner.”

“Please don’t do this to me,” she pleads.

“Sorry, Tat. I might be an ass, but I follow the
code of conduct.  Have a nice day Tat.”  I take a sip of my coffee before
giving my attention to my bear-claw.  Tatiana walked away sulking about getting
cut off.  Good thing I got a blow-job this morning, it might be a while before
I get another one.

I have no idea how long I’d been sitting there,
thinking about nothing.  I guess it’s time to go introduce myself to Sam the
wolf.

SAPPHIRE

3 days post bite

Something’s wrong, I say to myself as I look around. 
Obviously I’m in a tent, how in the hell did I get here?  It smells like it’s
been used before, that musty camping equipment scent lingers throughout the
tent.  It’s still dark outside and I hear leaves crunching somewhere close.  I
feel around to see if there’s  a candle or something I can light.  I doubt I
can rub two sticks together to make fire.  The man is gone, I don’t know if
he’s been here, but I don’t think he’s staying here.  There’s three cans of
ravioli, what does that mean?  Is that my three meals for a day, or one meal
for three days?  Either way, I’m not staying to find out.

A flashlight by the zipper gives me comfort that I
can pee in the woods without using a bear as toilet paper.  Do we even have
bears in Oklahoma?  Maybe I’m not in Oklahoma, maybe I’m in another state. 
Shit.

After I stumble around, squat in the woods and pee
on my pant leg, I go back to the tent and zip myself in tight.  The birds are
chirping, I guess that’s what they mean about ‘the early bird gets the worm’,
too damn early to chirp.

Sitting back on the sleeping bag, I take inventory
of everything around me.  For some unknown reason, I’ve no idea what day of the
week it is and how I ended up here.  I need to get home; it would be great if I
knew where home is.  Why don’t I know?  Panic pulsates through my veins as I
realize something’s wrong.  Terribly wrong.  Who am I?  How do I not know
that?  Something simple like a name should be etched in my memory.  I look
through the tent to see if I have a wallet or purse, something with my name. 

I turned everything in the tent upside down and
inside out.  Not that there were a lot of things to go through, but I checked
over and over until I flopped on the ground and cried.  What if someone is home
wondering where I am and they’re worried.  Worse, what if no one is home
wondering where I am?  I put my hand in my front pocket for a tissue, and find
a crumpled up piece of paper.  Wait, how did I know to look in my pocket for a tissue? 
Obviously it’s a habit.  Clue number one, I carry tissue in my front pocket.  I
bet that’s the news story of the day - girl who blows her nose is missing.  I’d
laugh at my own joke, but it isn’t very funny.

I look at the piece of paper and scrawled on it
reads -

You’ll find your answers at the Phelan
farm in Choctaw Oklahoma. 

Great, I have clue number two.  Now to figure out
how far away from civilization I am, and start heading that direction.  I sit
in my tent and wait for the first signs of light before I head out.  I roll up
the sleeping bag with all three cans of ravioli.  The bag came with a bag that
can be used as a backpack.  I’ll leave the tent, in case I can’t figure out how
to get out of the woods, and otherwise maybe someone will find an abandoned
tent and notify the authorities.  They wouldn’t know who they’re looking for,
because I can’t leave a note with my name. 

Antsy from sitting and waiting, I pace back and
forth until the sun starts giving a morning glow.  Time to find a road and get
out of here.

I walk for hours it seems before stumbling upon a
paved road.  Worried about morning traffic, I walk along the tree line. 
Obviously, that wasn’t something to worry about.  Exactly four cars traveled
this road.  They were all headed the same direction I’m going, assuming they’re
going
somewhere
- I must go there too.   The license plates are
Oklahoma, so I’m a little closer to Choctaw.

It isn’t long before I see a gas station that looks
like a barn.  The sign says,
Big Bob’s Feed & Stuff,
I guess I’ll
find out where I am soon enough.  The dead grass along the path is filled with
stickers so I scoot over into the street to get out of the stickers.  Before
going into the store I sit down on a bench and I pull stickers off my pant
legs.  Running my fingers through my hair, I walk through the automated doors. 
From a distance the store looked like an old barn, as I sit here, I get a
better look and it was never a barn.   Okay, I’m totally thrown off by the
interior of the building.  Everything looks fresh and new in the
state-of-the-art store.  The fluorescent lights make the room as bright as it
is outside.  One side of the store has rifles and fishing poles for sale, as
well as feed for farm animals.  The other side of the store has a small section
for groceries, souvenirs, and stuff.   A family with three kids under five is
running up and down the aisles screaming and giggling.  The parents are trying
to scold them but the kids don’t care.  They keep running around like little
kids.  They’ve obviously had too much sugar this morning.

Thankfully, there’s a map with a ‘you are here’
sticker, and it says I’m in Choctaw.  I ask the nearest employee (a large man
that could very well be Big Bob) if he knows how to get to the Phelan farm, the
man says talk to the guy in the coffee shop and points over to a café.  The
coffee shop is set up like a fifties-styled soda shop.  Red and white checkered
floors and old fashioned soda bar looks like fun for families to come and have
after school snacks.  Beyond the soda fountains, is a coffee lover’s haven. 
The smell of freshly brewed coffee hits me in the face so hard I almost cough.

“Hi, the man over there said you might know where
the Phelan farm is,” I say to the young curly hair man.  He’s pretty cute, he
can’t be more than eighteen, but his eyes show a wisdom and kindness that
couldn’t have come at a better time.  He tells me his name is Abel and his
friend is Oakley.  He turns to the heavy-set woman with the name-tag Imogene on
and order another coffee. 

“I don’t have any cash on me,” I lie.  Well, I don’t
really lie, I don’t have any cash period.

“It’s on me.  I believe on feeding the world a good
cup of coffee and the coffee-gods will look down on me and never let me go
without the nectar of the gods. Did you drive here?  You can follow us if you’d
like.”

“No, I walked.”

“No problem, it’s pretty far, you can ride with us
to the farm.  We’re going there once we load the truck with some supplies. 
We’re not crazed lunatics or anything.”

I laugh nervously and what could be on the list of
dumbest things I’ve ever done, I agreed to get in the truck with them to ride
to the farm.  Since I don’t know who I really am, I’ve no idea if it is the
dumbest thing, but I know it is the only option I have at this moment.

We pull up to the farm and I’m sure that whoever I am
has never seen a farm like this one.  The enormous house, with its enormous dog,
and long driveway, and two hot guys don’t equal up to the type of farm life I’d
expect.  I don’t know what kind of crops they farm, but they are successful at
whatever they do.

Everyone, including myself, is taking this too
well.  I even show them the note I found in my pocket. After lunch, Abel,
Oakley and I talked about me waking up in the woods.  I trust them, there’s a
sense of belonging that I get from them.  I don’t want to sound like a pig, but
I’m starving again.  As if they read my mind, they raided the fridge for
leftovers from lunch.  Abel talked to his girlfriend and she’s coming over and
bringing me some clothes to wear.  Later we’re going to try

to find the location of the tent so they can figure
out if any clues were left behind.

Our night ended without any new clues and I was
invited to stay at the house overnight.  It isn’t as though I have any
options.  The house is never ending, with several guestrooms for overnight
guests.  I picked a simple room with a beautiful designer bathroom.  After
getting ready for bed, I jumped up into the middle of the bed and turn on the
TV to see if maybe my picture is up as a missing persons. 

The smell of bacon and eggs wake me in the morning. 
The entire house is alive with chatter and happiness.  The vibe throughout the
rooms is happy and full of life.  Last night, we decided to call me Sam.  It
was the first thing to come to mind when they asked me what I’d like to be
called. 

I wonder if anyone is worried about me.  Maybe I
have a husband, but my finger doesn’t feel empty and it doesn’t have a ring
tan-line.  I’m sure if I have a husband, he’d be worried about me, or maybe he
is why I don’t know who I am.  Maybe, my husband is trying to kill me and as a
defense mechanism I got amnesia.  What if he thinks I left him and feels like I
don’t love him?  I wonder what love feels like.  I’m going to drive myself
crazy if I keep going over this insanity.

Oakley and Abel tell me they may have some answers
for me and said there will be a demonstration.  Everyone is nice, and they have
gone above and beyond to help me.  If all of the answers are here, as the note
suggested, why isn’t anyone telling me the answer?

Abel is acting strange.  He’s sitting on the edge of
the couch cushion, his leg bouncing up and down frantically.  His girlfriend
Chrissy is doing her best to calm him down.  She’s rubbing his arm and
whispering in his ear that everything will be okay.  Something is wrong, the
air is swirling with nervous energy.

Out of nowhere, Oakley is standing in middle of the
room.  He’s older than Abel by a few years.  I’m guessing he’s in his early
twenties.  His smile is natural, and when he laughs he has dimples.  I don’t
think I’m his type.  It doesn’t matter anyway, it isn’t as though I’m here to
date anyone.  My maybe husband wouldn’t like me having sex with anyone else.

The next thing that’s thrown up in the air is a tale
about werewolves!  Werewolves!! What the hell?  I’ve landed myself in the
middle of the crazy farm.  Oakley starts stripping off his clothes, which I’m
not complaining, but it is odd timing.  He then turns his back and drops to the
ground.  What happens next is without a doubt, the CRAZIEST thing I’ve ever
seen.  He started morphing into what looks like a very mean Siberian Husky.  He
cocks his head to the side and looks my way. 

Hyperventilating.  Can’t breath.  I’m a lunatic. 
I
need loony farm.
 They need loony farm.  This is the loony farm. Heart
pounding.  Room spinning.  Light headed.  Going to fai…….