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on, the more insurgents he was responsible for killing, the further he slipped into himself. As his need to seek out human contact became more and more often, the effects became obvious. Fighting his wolf for control had become more difficult. And the massages weren’t sustaining him as long as they used too.
He worried he was going to turn wolf in the middle of the base. He shuddered like a junkie in withdrawal as he lay in his bunk that night. He dreamt of a lovely dove gray and white wolf with cute little tan trimmed ears. She had the most stunning eyes, the kind that look right into a man’s soul. She captivated his wolf.
Night after night, the female wolf quietly trot ted into his dream and lay next to his wolf. They never romped or played. They just lay as close as they could, touched each other as much as possible. The nightly specter calmed his wolf in ways Simon had never been able to. Without her visits, he would have never survived his last year in the service.
He lovingly drew a life like color image of his wolf angel. On his next weekend pass, he went to the only tattoo artist available. He prayed the man had some talent as he showed him his rendering. One of his massage friends agreed to be his interpreter. “Can he do it?” Simon asked .
She spoke with the man for a minute then answered , “He can do it but it will take several extensive visits to draw the wolf and add all the layers of color. He has a book of past artwork he can show you if you want to judge his work.”
That was perfect as far as Simon was concerned. He could memorialize his savior wolf on his back and get extensive skin-to-skin contact at the same time. Win-win in his book.
He was riding with his squad for their weekend in town. He had used every pass he received over the past few months to complete the tattoo. The art was impressive and covered the majority of his back. Some of his friends thought it was rad, others thought he’d gone a little loco. But Simon knew the truth of it and that was all that mattered. The wolf and the time required getting the tattoo saved his life.
Simon sat on the edge of his bunk. He was hiding in the barracks. He had only days until his final discharge after four long years. The Major had tried every trick in the book to get him to reenlist. He didn’t have a clue there was no way that would ever be possible. He breathed heavily with his eyes closed. It took every ounce of effort and deep concentration to fight the shift his wolf was trying to force. He kept his hands hidden in the folds of the blanket he sat on so the other soldiers couldn’t see his hands shift from human to wolf and back again. Finally Simon wrestled his wolf under control.
Simon and his unit were assigned to scout an unfamiliar sector. He stretched his senses as far as they would go. Something had his radar on high alert but he couldn’t pin point the problem. It was like a strobe flashing but in the guise of emotional energy. One second it felt aggressive then BAM! It was joyful. He halted his unit and signaled Mark over.
“Sir, I sense something but it’s extremely erratic. I can’t pin point if it is a threat or not. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“We’ll have to investigate the old fashioned way then.” Mark signaled the unit into recon formation and put them through the drill they knew so well.
Moment’s later gunfire erupted and chaos reigned.
An enemy cell high on the local street drug, wildly fired upon the unit. Most of the men were able to find cover, Mark wasn’t so lucky.
The battle ended as abruptly as it began and Simon sensed the enemy moving away. A medic field dressed Mark’s leg as they swiftly prepared to move out. They needed to get him to the hospital ASAP.
Simon blamed himself for his best friend’s injury. He should have known the threat was there. Why didn’t my gift work this one last time? Try as he might, the answers didn’t come.
He visited Mark to check on his
He worried he was going to turn wolf in the middle of the base. He shuddered like a junkie in withdrawal as he lay in his bunk that night. He dreamt of a lovely dove gray and white wolf with cute little tan trimmed ears. She had the most stunning eyes, the kind that look right into a man’s soul. She captivated his wolf.
Night after night, the female wolf quietly trot ted into his dream and lay next to his wolf. They never romped or played. They just lay as close as they could, touched each other as much as possible. The nightly specter calmed his wolf in ways Simon had never been able to. Without her visits, he would have never survived his last year in the service.
He lovingly drew a life like color image of his wolf angel. On his next weekend pass, he went to the only tattoo artist available. He prayed the man had some talent as he showed him his rendering. One of his massage friends agreed to be his interpreter. “Can he do it?” Simon asked .
She spoke with the man for a minute then answered , “He can do it but it will take several extensive visits to draw the wolf and add all the layers of color. He has a book of past artwork he can show you if you want to judge his work.”
That was perfect as far as Simon was concerned. He could memorialize his savior wolf on his back and get extensive skin-to-skin contact at the same time. Win-win in his book.
He was riding with his squad for their weekend in town. He had used every pass he received over the past few months to complete the tattoo. The art was impressive and covered the majority of his back. Some of his friends thought it was rad, others thought he’d gone a little loco. But Simon knew the truth of it and that was all that mattered. The wolf and the time required getting the tattoo saved his life.
Simon sat on the edge of his bunk. He was hiding in the barracks. He had only days until his final discharge after four long years. The Major had tried every trick in the book to get him to reenlist. He didn’t have a clue there was no way that would ever be possible. He breathed heavily with his eyes closed. It took every ounce of effort and deep concentration to fight the shift his wolf was trying to force. He kept his hands hidden in the folds of the blanket he sat on so the other soldiers couldn’t see his hands shift from human to wolf and back again. Finally Simon wrestled his wolf under control.
Simon and his unit were assigned to scout an unfamiliar sector. He stretched his senses as far as they would go. Something had his radar on high alert but he couldn’t pin point the problem. It was like a strobe flashing but in the guise of emotional energy. One second it felt aggressive then BAM! It was joyful. He halted his unit and signaled Mark over.
“Sir, I sense something but it’s extremely erratic. I can’t pin point if it is a threat or not. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“We’ll have to investigate the old fashioned way then.” Mark signaled the unit into recon formation and put them through the drill they knew so well.
Moment’s later gunfire erupted and chaos reigned.
An enemy cell high on the local street drug, wildly fired upon the unit. Most of the men were able to find cover, Mark wasn’t so lucky.
The battle ended as abruptly as it began and Simon sensed the enemy moving away. A medic field dressed Mark’s leg as they swiftly prepared to move out. They needed to get him to the hospital ASAP.
Simon blamed himself for his best friend’s injury. He should have known the threat was there. Why didn’t my gift work this one last time? Try as he might, the answers didn’t come.
He visited Mark to check on his
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