Apologies for the long delay in chapters, I thank everybody that took the time to read it and those that commented on my story. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Comments are welcome.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
RAUL
Raul was restless as he tossed and turned on the wide, comfortable couch bed he was sleeping on. He stretched giving up on sleep as he pushed aside the light sheet and blanket that covered his naked body. He opened his eyes to regard the unfamiliar living room he was in and growled at the empty space, knowing from the alert, almost brooding awareness in his blood and his wolf, that tonight the moon would rise full.
It was still dark, not the kind of deep darkness that signaled the middle of the night, the shades of grey highlighting it hinted at it being closer to 5am. Not that the darkness was a problem to his wolf eyes as he could see easily.
Raul listened to the sounds of crickets and frogs chirping outside the open windows, the light patterned curtains blowing gently in the cooling breeze coming through them. The polished wooden floor seemed to glow under the shaft of pure moonlight that was hitting it from between a gap in the curtains. The same soft breeze was making a couple of wooden wind chimes tinkle somewhere outside. Smells of wood, polish, grass, trees and good clean dirt drifted into his sensitive nose. The ticking of a background clock seemed loud because it was the only other noise when he was used to the noise and bustle of London. His wolf was enjoying the rare opportunity to be away from it but Raul felt the silence was unnerving used to the city as he was.
As always Raul wondered where Koen was remembering that the alpha had brought them here to his country property, a safe idea when tonight they'd be under the moon's control. Standing up he wandered across the living room to the sliding door that was already open suggesting Koen had probably gone out for a run. Like him Koen was as restless and unsettled by the approaching rise of the full moon and the red wolf had been unable to settle the last time he'd heard him prowling the house.
Raul felt a wicked grin spread across his face knowing that he had made Koen worse by kissing him twice after his meeting with Reynard. It did seem that progress was being made or the moon had begun to effect Koen early, as his alpha had kissed back, it seemed that Koen could not help himself. Only timely or untimely arrivals of Rudi or Mark if you looked at it from Raul's perspective had stopped their kisses carrying on to their inevitable end.
As he leaned against the door frame the darkness outside was lit up by the low slung moon and the stars shielded by the darker floating shapes of clouds. He automatically searched the soft darkness for Koen and at first he could not see, hear or smell Koen. Raul was considering slipping his skin to go for a run and look for him, anything to escape some of the restlessness itching at him.
Then he saw something out of the corner of his eye and turned to stare in complete surprise at the sight that met his eyes, he blinked twice to make sure his eyes weren't lying to him. A huge red wolf was darting easily between the trees, weaving in and out like a ghost.
Following along with his antics was another pair of wolves as the three wolves chased each other in a classic game of chase and catch. The red wolf was easily recognizable as Koen from the smell and feel of his energy; the other two were not fellow werewolves but their wolf cousins, easily recognizable if you looked.
While the red wolf looked like the native wolves he played with, Koen was much larger twice the size of a large native male wolf and more heavily muscled. Werewolf eyes glowed, seeming to burn hypnotically out of the darkness with a cold, feral intelligence and clarity that no natural wolf had. There were more subtle differences too in just the air of power that seemed to hover like an aura and the solid color of Koen's glossy dark red pelt.
Koen and the two male native wolves seemed to be enjoying themselves judging by the alert, forward facing ears and the wolf grins. Raul felt his own grin spreading across his face as he watched the playful game of chase, his own sense of fun stirring quickly, his wolf wanting to join in the game as well.
Abruptly Koen darted out from behind a bush and stared straight at Raul with his eerie glowing eyes and made a noise, a soft humming whine that was wolf for come and join in. With pleased yelps Koen's two companions sprang out from behind bushes of their own to tackle the much larger red wolf. With a surprised huffing grunt Koen went down under their combined weight as the two wolves wrestled with him on the ground. With a loud whoop Raul shed his human skin, accelerating through his change at top speed and felt his paws hit the ground as he darted into the middle of the game, nipping playfully at the heels of the nearest native wolf.
KOEN
Koen flopped onto the soft grass of his backyard and rolled in it enjoying the feel of it on his sweat soaked fur. He allowed his muzzle to fall open in a wolf grin, tongue lolling as he panted, he rolled onto his belly. Raul and the two native wolves flopped down around him in various poses of happy collapse.
The four of them had had a merry chase playing in the trees until they'd all exhausted themselves Companionable silence reigned as they got their breath back, Koen could still feel the alert hum in his blood and energy that told him the moon was due to rise tonight.
His wolf was just as alert too, his ears and hackles raised in awareness, but their combined restlessness was tempered by the exhaustion of a good run for the moment. His purpose in seeking out his two smaller friends in the first place had been to exhaust himself a little, as he had been unable to sleep. Tossing and turning on his bed from a mixture of his moon tension and lust for Raul had not been any fun and the longer he'd been there, the stronger the urge to fuck Raul got.
Koen listened as a low, mellow howl sounded from far off in the night. Koen's two native wolf companions leapt to their feet and answered the mellow howl of their alpha, disappearing into the trees without as much as a farewell. Koen did not need farewells from his two smaller friends, they often ran together when he came out here as the native wolves were just youngsters and enjoyed stretching their muscles whenever they could.