Re: In the orchard: Daniel/Aubrey
If the determination was going off what wolves did or didn’t do, then, yeah, okay, Aubrey’s wolf was an outlier. A real fucking outlier. An extremely dominant wolf, without a pack. The moon was gone but he still felt her song. The wolves in town, they were all loners. The town was an outlier, and he would have been smarter to move on, but he felt an obligation to the forest he had grown to love.
He was annoyed, though, that the corpse insisted on talking at him. That was both the wolf and the man, for the record. The man remembered Daniel from Vegas, the weird loner who had been the highest-paying resident in the hotel where Aubrey had headed security. And yeah, shit-yeah, he got the guy’s meaning. Aubrey the man wondered if he’d be substantial enough for the vampire to feed, while the wolf snarled in his head and he got the sense of a dog with its’ hackles raised in a mohawk line down his back.
After a few moments, they reached Aubrey’s Range Rover where it’d been parked and hidden amongst the trees. The wolf circled the car a few times, glared at the corpse with glowing golden eyes, and then darted off between the trees to change. It was painful, because the moon was basically non-existent and unhappy. It was a struggle, and took nearly twenty minutes, and when he was a naked human again, he staggered out of the woods and towards the trunk of his car. The back end opened with a touch of his finger and he shivered as he waited, then grabbed at the spare clothes he kept there and yanked them on, largely without ceremony.
“Can you drink from wolves?” He growled, and it was a growl, low and rumbling in his chest as his eyes flashed a glowing, burnished gold. “If I promise not to bite?”