Page 62 of Bloody Bones
Briella
Someone had left a backpack full of my clothes outside the door, which I discovered when I woke up bleary eyed the next morning. Gathering it up in my trembling fingers, I caught a glimpse of something huge and black in the bushes opposite my room. Something vaguely dog shaped but much too large.
Straightening, I kept my eyes on the creature as it pushed its snout out of the underbrush.
Not a dog. A damn wolf.
A giant black wolf roughly the size of a pony stared back at me. Swallowing back the scream that was building in my chest, I didn't take my eyes from it.
Admittedly, I had never seen a wolf up close and personal before, but I was pretty sure they didn't get that big, or roam cities.
Brown eyes blinked at me slowly. They seemed an unusual colour for a wolf. More humanistic than animal.
He blinked again.
“Hello?” I called out tentatively. Instantly feeling foolish. Why was I talking to a damn wild animal like a crazy person? But there was just something about him. Something familiar.
“Don't eat me, ok?” I took a hesitant step forward, my hand outstretched. The animal didn't move. It just continued to look at me quizzically.
He really was huge. I let my hand drop to my side. “You really are a big boy, aren't you?”
The wolf in front of me curled his lips back over razor sharp teeth. If I didn't know any better, I’d have said he was laughing.
“Tommy?”
Was this what Tommy was? A wolf? Was Tommy a damn werewolf? I knew he wasn't human. But he had never gone into detail about what he was. And I hadn't really asked… Except...people called Tommy Bloody Bones. I had researched that name and none of the images that had come up looked anything like the creature in front of me.
The wolfy grin slipped.
“Raze?” The eyes looked familiar because I had seen them before. They were the exact same shade of brown as Tommy's vice president. “Raze, is that you?”
A low whine was all the answer I was going to get.
“Well, I'll be damned.” Pausing, I studied him. It was clear that he had been out there all night. Standing guard.
Tommy had set a guard on me. I should have been flattered, but I couldn't help but dwell on the fact he hadn't stayed himself.
“Do you want to come in? I look like a damn fool talking to a wolf.” I motioned towards the door, and he didn't even hesitate as he pushed past me. The fur on his side was rough as it brushed against my skin.
My hotel room was small, and he was very, very large, but by the time I had closed the door, he was sitting, looking every bit the obedient overgrown puppy by the bathroom.
“Did Tommy send you with my stuff? Or to keep an eye on me?”
No answer.
“Can you not talk in that form? This would be a lot easier if you could talk.” Not looking at him, I started rummaging through the bag, underwear, jeans, toiletries. Tommy, or whoever had packed this bag, had done a good job. Except for one thing.
Every single shirt in there was Tommy's.
Shaking my head, I turned my eyes back to Raze who was staring at me. I dropped the t-shirt I had been rubbing between my fingers guiltily.
“I'm guessing that was Tommy's idea.”
Raze grinned, his giant head bobbing up and down.
“Can you shift?” Pulling the soft material of Tommy's t-shirt over my head, I let it fall, covering me from shoulder to knee, and the dress I had slept in. Wiggling under the material, I shimmied out of my dirty clothing, letting it fall to the floor.
Raze's eyes widened for a second, and then he swung his head away, purposefully looking in the other direction. Who knew big, bad biker shifter wolves were such prudes?
