Contemporary Paranormal, M/M GAY, Werewolves
When Pryor’s daughter Lily is taken by a wolf, Pryor is convinced she has turned into the creature he sees lurking in his woods. He swears she promises to return to him. But is it his despair and desperation making him see things or is there something more lurking in the shadows of the forest? When he meets Ned, a silversmith who helps him with a plan to bring his daughter back into his life, he begins to live again. But can his newfound love help ease the horror that may be waiting? What if the ultimate horror isn’t when Lily was taken but it’s when Lily returns and he realizes his nightmare has only just begun…
The mention of jewelry made me think of Lily, “You said you had some pieces to show me?”
“You in a hurry?”
“No, I just keep forgetting, guess I’m not used to drinking,” I said as I took another drink from the quickly disappearing beer number two.
“I thought you might need a break from your house and those woods.” Ned wasn’t looking at me when he spoke.
“Maybe I did.” I looked where he was looking and saw a fat little dog playing with a couple of kids in the yard just over to the left of Consetta’s property.
“Life goes on, don’t it?”
“I don’t know, my life seems to have stopped.” I grabbed another beer and took the bottle opener magnet Ned must have brought down with him.
“That’s what you think; your life is still moving, you’ve just stopped moving with it.”
“Guess losing a kid—no wait, I mean having your kid taken and then finding out she’s a werewolf—will put the brakes on things. Guess maybe that’s why my life has stopped.” The anger came fast and furious. I could see the spit spray from my mouth as I spoke.
“Pryor, you don’t know that’s Lily, you just don’t know.”
“I fucking know. I know my own goddamned daughter.” I stood up, the beer bottle fell from my hands. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
I heard him call out but I couldn’t turn around, my anger was blinding me or maybe it was sweat or tears but whatever it was I couldn’t stop.
I was halfway to my car when I felt his arms around me. Feeling him, the warmth of his arms and the close pounding of his heart practically made me stop breathing. I let out an agonized groan that sounded primal in the quiet air. I pulled away and at first, I thought he was letting go but he was only shifting to pull me closer. I felt his teeth graze my neck and he said something I couldn’t understand between gritted teeth, a rasp of a sound. He pushed me against the car and I felt my head hit the edge of the roof.
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