on a gasp. It hadn’t been a lie, none of it, and he hadn’t been hallucinating that night of the attack either. Werewolves. Fucking werewolves, of all things, they were real, and he could now consider himself a member of their race.
He was going to be sick.
“Can’t say that I well recollect the transformations of any human into a wolf or what they felt,” Blasius said. “But I imagine what you’re feelin’ is normal.”
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“There’s nothing normal about this,” Ryan said then stared up at Blasius. He grabbed the other man by the arms, panic seizing everything inside him in a tight grip. “Am I dangerous? Will I hurt anyone?”
Blasius touched his face with comfort and ease, as though he were touching a lover. “You need not worry about that. You’re no longer a danger to anything unless you want to be.”
No longer? “Was I ever a danger?”
Blasius looked at him pointedly. “Aye. That’s what the cage had been for. Luckily you finally managed to let out your new beast before he could really get angry. Otherwise you would have been somethin’ of a nightmare to the first poor soul you came across.”
Ryan thought about that, and what had happened between them last night. He couldn’t recall thinking too much about it as he’d flipped the other man onto his back and forcefully fucked him. He couldn’t remember anything other than the fact that he felt if he didn’t do it he would have gone out of his mind.
Ryan buried his face in his hands. “Oh, Christ.”
Blasius slapped him good-naturedly on the back. “Ah, don’t you be worrying none. You’re as fine and healthy as any good horse now. A couple more transformations and you and the wolf will be fully merged.”
“Jesus, how can you talk like that? I raped you.”
That statement clearly threw the other man for a loop, and he threw his head back and laughed. “Don’t be a fool. Ye did nothing of the sort. Now come, we will eat.”
Blasius held up the rabbits for him to see, as if he could have missed them, and though they were raw and just recently dead, the sight of them strangely made his mouth water.
He got up and watched as Blasius cleared away a small space with his hands, shoving away clumps of dead leaves and such before placing down some stones. Ryan watched, fascinated, as the other man actually managed to start a fire with just the sticks and twigs he
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had with him. This guy was clearly a Boy Scout as a kid.
“I see the way you’re eyeing them rabbits, but you need to be patient,” Blasius said. “Your wolf might want to eat them as is, but in this form, your stomach might not approve.”
Ryan’s face heated, and he turned away. It seemed an eternity before the rabbits were skinned, put over the fire, and cooked properly enough to eat. Ryan hadn’t expected them to taste so good considering the lack of any sort of seasoning, but he sucked the meat off the bones, and Blasius even gave him a leg out of his share to finish off as well.
“Good appetite,” he said. “That’s a good sign.”
“I need to go back,” Ryan said after swallowing the last of his meal, and then he wiped his hand across his mouth. “I need to make a report. Decker is dead, and his family’s going to want to know where he is.”
Ryan didn’t like the way the other man wouldn’t look at him when he spoke. “Keep speaking like that, and you’ll never be allowed to leave.”
“Why? I thought you said I wasn’t a danger to anyone.”
“As the wolf, no, but you still pose a threat to the lives of every man, woman, and child in this pack should ye decide to run off and tell the world that there are werewolves here.”
“I wouldn’t―” Ryan had to stop himself, his mind working to fill in the things Blasius was not