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Then why give me silver bullets? I d picked his coat pocket when he hadn t
been looking.
Shaz, Bert said, a note of warning in his voice.
I won t let anything go wrong. I took Dex by the arm. Let me show you to the
changing rooms where you can disrobe, I said with a smirk.
* * *
I took him to the shore of Lotus Lake and we found ourselves alone in a grove of
eucalypts. Before I knew it, we were at each other again. The best thing about fucking in
a nudist colony is that there are no clothes to muck about with.
I couldn t help it. Being near him raised my lust quotient to the breaking point. I
just turned and kissed him. Seconds later I was on all fours with his glorious cock
thrusting into my pussy from behind.
And he was amazing. His cock never seemed to go down. Its shaft slid easily into
my incredibly wet pussy until his balls slapped noisily against my clit. I clenched my
fists into the grass as I came, and only after my second orgasm did he release his
passion inside of me.
My body had been on a lust high ever since my first glimpse of him, and the all
over hot tingle just wouldn t subside. I turned around and, on my knees, embraced him,
melding my body, my very soul, to his. For the first time in my life, I felt truly at one
with another.
Eventually awareness of my surroundings returned, and feeling a little
embarrassed, I suggested we continue our mission.
We didn t get far before Dex gripped my arm. He pointed across to the far side of
the lake. It s him.
You re kidding, I said. How do you know?
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I can smell him.
But that s Mrs. Humber, I said incredulously.
You know her?
I described the ring incident.
Of course, he exclaimed. That s how they ll do it.
Do what?
Kill the PM. It s an old, old trick.
It is?
The ring contains poison. As she shakes hands with the PM at the reception,
she ll scratch him.
It s that easy?
His face had set into a grim, thousand yard glare. Stay here. I m going after
him.
I pulled my Glock and started to follow but he motioned me back. Please, my
darling. You can t handle a werewolf. Leave this to me. He s one of my kind.
Then, in barely a moment, he transformed completely into a magnificent gray
wolf.
Breathless, I watched in awe as he stealthily padded away. With fear building in
my breast, I loaded my weapon with the silver bullets I d pilfered from his coat and
followed.
I watched Dex stalk Mrs. Humber as she entered a grove of gum trees. Dex
disappeared and I couldn t help myself; I crept closer. There was the most awful silence.
Even the usually chattering parrots were hushed in expectation. The suspense was
killing me.
Angry growls, low rumblings of raw savage power filled the air and quickly
intensified into brutal roars. I peered into a clearing. Two wolves were locked in a
titanic struggle. They were the same size and shape, their gray coats flecked with blood.
I couldn t tell which one was Dex.
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Finally, one gained the better of the other and with a roar, flung his opponent
into a tree trunk. Stunned senseless the wounded beast struggled in vain to regain its
feet.
Dex! I called.
The victor turned and loped toward me. I raised my Glock and it slowed, the face
transforming into Dex.
I lowered my gun.
The wolf on the ground growled and, somehow, regained its legs. It charged us
both. I couldn t fire because Dex was between us and, as good a shot as I was, I couldn t
risk hitting him.
Dex! Look out! I called.
Dex turned and the other wolf thudded into him. They wrestled each other
savagely in flashes of tooth and claw. As they tumbled toward the lake, I followed, my
gun ready, but I couldn t tell one werewolf from the other.
Finally, one savagely tore the breast of the other which fell limp and defeated to
the ground. With blood dripping from its fangs, the victor turned to me and advanced.
Its face morphed back into Dex s and I relaxed. I took a step forward, but the hair
at the back of my neck stood on end. There was something not quite right about the
way he approached me. Then I realized he was stalking me, his forelegs tensed,
preparing to pounce.
Dex! I screamed. No!
He leapt.
I squeezed the trigger twice, and I knew I d centered them on that broad, firm
chest. The silver bullets would crash through fur, flesh and bone, expanding and
shattering, sending the silver poison throughout his system.
He dropped out of the air, his bestial form morphing back into the shape of Dex.
He lay on the sand disintegrating before my eyes. He looked up at me, pleading.
My heart broke. I d shot the wrong one.
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Nice shot.
I looked beyond the body at my feet and raised my Glock, ready to pump a full
load into the bastard beast s head.
Whoa there, he purred, morphing into human form again. Dex raised his
hands in surrender. It s me.
I aimed the Glock at his chest. How do I know?
He smiled weakly. Ah, my love, I do long to kiss your little feet and make you
shiver.
It was Dex! My Dex, and I hadn t killed him. He was tattered and torn, but he
was alive.
But& I looked down at the wreckage at my feet. How?
He recognized me and thought to get close to you by pretending to be me. He
hadn t planned on you being smarter.
I knelt at Dex s bloodied side. You ll have to promise me one thing, I said.
Yes, my darling?
From now on you ll never, never ever, tell me to stay behind.
He scooped me up in his strong arms and kissed my face. Of that you can be
assured.
The End
Mikala Ash
Mikala Ash wakes up every morning to the sound of the crashing surf and has
her first coffee of the day on her verandah overlooking the wide Pacific Ocean. It s a
double-edged blessing, she says.
I have to drag myself away to do anything at all -- like work. I m a Management
Consultant and I don t think Ricky (my beautiful Border Collie) fully understands the
economic necessity of me working to keep him in the lifestyle he s become accustomed
to (typical male). He just wants me to run with him along the beach all day chasing
those pesky sea gulls. He s good company though and, if there are shape shifters in the
world, I think I d like him to be one -- loyal, trustworthy, obedient and protective. A
voracious reader, I ve been writing in one form or another since I was little. I m so lucky
that I ve found a way of sharing my passion for spicy romance and the more fantastical
realms that hover just beyond our grasp.
Mikala loves to hear from readers. Drop her a note at mikalaash@yahoo.com.au
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