{"sf1_id":776522,"sf2_id":"Xekp8MMm","title":"Hide and Seek","author":"Aaron Blackpaw","words":608,"posted_at":"2014-11-01T02:42:00.000Z","tags":["Halloween","Pup","Werewolf","Wolf","pumpkin"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/776522-hide-and-seek","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xekp8MMm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d0/18/d018bec3-dadf-41af-adcf-1051dc2686b1","description":"Michael's worst fear","content":"Another short Vignette for a wolf's favorite holiday - Howloween\n\nAgain this includes the characters from Preying on the Past and Two Worlds Collide.\u0026nbsp; Spoilers do exist.\n\n* * *\n  \n\n\"Thomas!\" I call out, searching the room.\u0026nbsp; The cool autumn air filtered thru the windows as the curtains fluttered in the cold breeze, casting fluttering shadows of the light of the crescent moon. I could feel my heart leaping into my chest, thundering and speeding up as my mind flashed through everything that could go wrong.\n\n\"Thomas, Where are you?\" I called again, worry creeping into my voice.\u0026nbsp; I could usually hear him yip when I called for him. My ears pushed out, twitching atop my head and swiveling for every decibel of sound that bounced through the house.\n\nHad I left the cellar door open? \"No.\u0026nbsp; I closed it when I took the trash out.\" I was muttering softly, each thought escaping my mouth as my lengthening tongue lapped nervously across darkening lips, my teeth sharpening as I raced from the kitchen, the water still pouring from the sink, hot steam mingling with the cool air.\n\nMy pulse raced as I felt my face shifting, my nose quickly darkening as my wolf exploded from my body, fear pouring from my pores as each possible worry caught up to me. \u0026nbsp;It was too much.\u0026nbsp; I could smell myself, my mate, and Thomas filling the air of the house.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI ran through the list of the different places a wayward pup could get into.\u0026nbsp; \"Cabinets...no, those are locked up and out of reach.\"My paw brushed against my hips as I mused. \"Pistols are in the safe...rifle's are in the safe...So that's good. Where could he be?\"\n\nMy claws pressed against the leather of my boots as I moved between rooms.\n\nI ducked my head under the desk, not seeing that little brown ball of fur curled up like he would from time to time.\u0026nbsp; The dog's bed was unmolested; the mutt probably sprawled across my bed as usual.\n\nThe thundering of my heartbeat pounded through my body as I tore into the other rooms, the smell of the candles and vegetable flesh negating my Lycan sense of smell , the sounds filtering through the open windows in the kitchen as I stepped over the trio of jack-o-lanterns ready to go out on the porch, slapping the handle on the sink closed, hearing the hissing water stop as I looked around.\n\nAll other avenues exhausted, I head toward the cellar, poking my head under the bathroom sink on my way, still no sight of the wayward pup.\u0026nbsp; I hear the thud of the front door, a soft chuckle greeting my ears as I head toward the front room, seeing my mate standing over the three pumpkins ready to go outside.\n\n\"Lose something, Mike?\" I can hear her ask softly.\n\n\"Yeah.\u0026nbsp; Thomas is gone.\"\n\n\"You sure?\" She grins as she smirks and motions me closer, the top of the largest jack-o-lantern open and something catching my eyes as I move closer, a flash of dark fur sitting in the shadows of the orange flesh as I hear the soft chuffing.\n\nI smirk as I pant softly, my inner wolf fully unleashed again, fur rubbing against fabric that I had not thought to shed as my wolf had come forward at the behest of my fear. \u0026nbsp;I leaned closer to my mate, taking a deep breath of her innate scent, the potent scent of a wolf bitch hiding in it as I gently nuzzled her as we smiled down at our pup.\n\n\"Definitely your pup...He wants all my fur to be grey.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}