Page 276 of His Hungry Wolf

Walking up the driveway whose only light was from nearby homes, I looked around to see if anyone was watching and then stepped onto the lawn and circled the house. There weren’t many trees so anyone staring out their window would see us. That wasn’t a problem as long as we were quick.

“Don’t touch anything. Nothing,” I whispered.

I looked back to get his confirmation. He looked like he was about to throw up. I had no idea what was going through his mind. I partially expected him to call it off. He didn’t. He wanted this as much as I wanted to do this for him. Approaching the backdoor and examining it, I looked at Kendall one last time.

“Are you sure this is the right place?”

“I’m sure,” he replied shaking.

Taking out the gloves I kept in the truck and had stuffed in my pocket, I also pulled out my jimmy. It looked like something you would use to smooth paint or scrape the ice off of your windshield but was much better at prying open locked doors.

“Dogs?” I asked feeling the tumble slide back.

“I don’t think so. He never had one.”

When the latch became free and all that was left was to enter the darkness, I turned to Kendall one last time.

“Ready?”

He paused. Forcing a shallow breath, he shook his head.

This was it. Pushing open the door, I felt like I did every time I stepped onto the field. My heartbeats echoed in my ears. Everyone one of my senses was alert.

That was when I smelled it. A wolf lived here. The guy who had terrorized Kendall for years was a shifter.

Immediately my wolf sprung to the surface ready to take control. I held him back but kept him close. I scanned the dimly lit, cluttered space. Following the smell of pot, I crossed the living room to the bedroom door with the light pouring out from under it.

Indicating for Kendall to hold back, I stared at the closed door then put my ear on it. I couldn’t hear anything. What was he doing in there? It would make all of the difference. Had he heard us? Was his wolf staring at the door waiting for us enter? There was only one way to find out.

Nothing beat the element of surprise. So, quietly grabbing the knob and crouching ready to shift if I had to, I turned it, burst in, and then froze at what I saw. His wolf wasn’t waiting for me. He wasn’t even getting high playing a video game. He was watching porn with headphones on and his hard dick in his hand. I couldn’t have planned it better if I tried.

Seeing the movement in his periphery, he turned to find me. Stunned, he stopped jerking.

“What the fuck are you…,” was all he said before I rushed him, grabbed his tee-shirt, and shook him like a rag doll.

He couldn’t figure out what was going on. Letting go of his cock, the first thing he tried to do was pull his pants up. I found that hilarious. Rewarding his stupidity, I slapped him around. I made sure to hit him hard, though I’m sure it wasn’t nearly as hard as Kendall had gotten over the years.

“What the fuck, man? What the fuck?” He babbled about to shit himself.

Sure that he was properly terrified. I stopped and pulled his face inches from mine.

“You piece of shit, you’re gonna pay for what you did,” I growled wanting to crush his skull like a melon.

“Who are you? I don’t know you, man. You got the wrong person.”

This was it. I had his attention. It was time.

“Come in,” I said loud enough for Kendall to hear.

I had to give Kendall credit. When he stepped into the doorway, he entered like he wasn’t scared shitless, which he had to be. Everything about him had told me that he wouldn’t be able to do this. Turned out I was wrong.

“Kendall? What are you doing here?” He asked confused.

“Don’t talk to me like we’re friends, you piece of shit!” Kendall demanded. I was so proud of him.

“What are you talking about? We are friends. Tell him you know me. We’re friends,” Evan insisted.

“Friends? You think we were friends. You made my life hell for years. For years! You and your goon squad made me feel like crap every day of my life. The things you did to me…”