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Plans Interrupted

Kia shoved his laptop towards him as he fell face first onto his bed. “What am I doing, Kia?” He turned his head to her.Her gaze was sympathetic. “A good thing. You know as well as I do that the chances of him being alive this time next year was next to none. Besides, it could always be worse. According to this some former fighters are near uncontrollable without constantly manipulating the collar.”Jackson pulled the laptop on top of him. ‘Severity of Aggression in Rescued Fighter Wolves.’ He scanned through the article. A lot of it wasn’t very optimistic. The best results seemed to come from wolves who were saved at a young age. They were successfully switched to other positions with fairly minor leftover effects.“Did you notice the ages?”“Yeah.” The oldest wolf they had ever rescued was 22 and he was damn near feral according to the article. “I think once they found out

The First Morning

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Jackson showered before going to get Wren. He assumed Wren would be enjoying his time alone to relax, or maybe Wren was sleeping in. He hoped Wren was sleeping in. Which is why it took him a moment to comprehend what he was seeing when he opened the door.Wren stood leaning back against the fireplace. His arms were crossed when Jackson opened the door, but fell to his sides as he stepped into the room. Dark circles were under his eyes, clear even from across the room. His hair hung in loose waves around his shoulders. Jackson glanced over. The bed was either perfectly remade or Wren had never touched it. “Good morning,” Jackson said, looking back at Wren.Wren didn’t answer. Jackson hadn’t expected him to.“All right, follow me.”Wren followed. Jackson had him sit at the table again. All at once, Jackson was overwhelmed. Wren wouldn’t talk. Wren wouldn’t sleep. Wren wouldn’t… No. He stopped. He

Geese Are Assholes

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Wren floated in the river near his home. The water in his ears muffled the cries of his baby sister and the laughter of his mom. The sun warmed his face. He couldn’t figure out why his chest ached when it was such a pleasant day. The scent of his mother’s lavender water was surprisingly strong in his nose. It brought a smile to his face. That scent had never come with anything negative. That scent had never hurt him.The river pulled him down stream and he heard his little brother banging a stick against a tree. He frowned. The day was peaceful and calm and his brother always had to be so loud. He opened his mouth to respond, but remembered his mother’s unhappy frown when they fought and closed it.He kept it shut and the banging kept going on. It would pause. Then three rapid bangs would happen. Then a pause. Frustrated he opened his eyes and froze.There was no river. There was no forest. There was no mother, or brother, or baby sister. The s

One Step Forward

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It was a little intimidating, just a little, to see the massive wolf come sprinting straight for him. Wren’s ears were flattened back, his head and tail held down low. It wasn’t a friendly approach, but it wasn’t aggressive either.Wren slowed to walk and slunk into the gazebo. He crawled under the table and lay down. Jackson stared at Wren’s tail - the only visible part of him from where Jackson was sitting.“Kia will probably be out there for awhile.” There was no response, but Jackson hadn’t expected any. When Wren was human he barely responded, as a wolf, Jackson figured it was useless. “Why don’t you get up on the bench? It’s more comfortable than the floor.”To his surprise, Wren slowly crept out from under the table. His ears were still flattened tight to his head. He stepped up on to the bench and lay down. Jackson held back his laugh. Wren was almost too large to fit, but he squeezed his

Wren Deserves Nice Things

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Jackson left Kia in charge of showing Wren how to use the tub and shower. She joined him not long after. “You showed him the selection of soaps?”“Yeah. He seemed a little overwhelmed so I pulled out the ones you use in case he just wanted to stick with that.”Jackson hummed. Kia’s hair was stuck in unattractive clumps. He thought he saw a twig buried in the thick strands. “You might want to shower too.”“Yeah.”She fell onto his bed instead. He pulled his feet out of the way just in time for her land with a muted thump. “He was protecting you earlier.”In the gazebo, when he’d growled at Kia. “That’s what it was? Thank God. I thought he saw you as a threat.”She snorted and rolled her head to the side to look at him. “Nope. He was just telling me to watch it. I just can’t decide if that’s a good sign or not.”Yeah. He kne

Asking For Pets

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Kia sat up and cocked her head to the side. “Wren’s out of his bath. Want me to go get him?”“Yeah.”Jackson was just assuming Wren wouldn’t feel comfortable coming over by himself. To be fair, Kia was the only who really felt comfortable just coming into his room.Kia came back with Wren following behind her. Jackson stared. Wren’s hair was messy, wet, and dripping onto his shirt. He clutched a comb in his hand. his jaw was clenched tight, his shoulders tense. Jackson dropped his gaze back to the comb, then looked back at his hair.“Do you want help combing your hair?” It was a guess, but it was a good guess. Wren’s jaw unclenched at the words and there was only a moment of hesitancy before he nodded.Wren sat in the same chair as before. Jackson took the comb from him, carefully brushing his fingers against Wren’s in the process. Wren didn’t flinch away. Jackson grinned and m

Free?

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Wren had been through a lot in his life. He’d hurt countless wolves. Countless. He’d been stuck in the same routine of fighting and fear for so long that he’d forgotten what the fresh fear of a brand new situation felt like. The market hadn’t even scared him. He knew what was going to happen. He’d be purchased by a different owner who would run him in the fights again.It hadn’t happened. He never thought it would be scarier to go to someone who wasn’t actively hurting him.He had no control over the whine that left his throat. The first touch, the bending of his fur, he was prepared for pain. Jackson hadn’t hurt him so far. He hadn’t given a single indication of getting enjoyment out of other’s pain. Wren tried to remember that. Jackson’s touch wasn’t forced. Jackson’s touch wasn’t a precursor to pain.So far.Wren held out as long as he could. Every absence of the hand,

I’ll Help

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Wren whined without realizing he was doing it. His mind was completely caught on the word free. No more collar. No more fear of paralyzing heat, of the inability to move, to escape.Jackson’s hand was gentle on fur. He whined with each stroke. He forced his brain to slow down, his breathing to slow down, to match the pace of Jackson’s strokes.What would Wren do if he was actually free to do as he pleased? A couple days ago and he would have sworn up and down that he’d be happy to hear this news, and part of him was, but… what would he do? He didn’t know how to do anything except fight. He couldn’t… What would he do?“You’re ok.” Jackson spoke from above him and Wren realized his whining was getting louder. “It’s ok if you want to stop. If you don’t like this then we don’t need to do it.”Jackson’s hand was hovering over Wren’s head, n

Hotel

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The car was packed and ready to go. Jackson’s dad was nowhere to be found, but that was expected. Kia was crying and Margaret gave a couple sniffs as she clutched the picnic basket tighter in her hands.Jackson gave them a fond smile. “We’ll be back soon you know. It’s not like we’re leaving forever.” Yet.Margaret sniffed again. Jackson shot Wren an exasperated look and took the basket from her. He handed it to Wren. “I love you, Margaret and I’ll see you soon.” He wrapped her up in a tight hug and held back any laughter as she very deliberately rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. He leaned his head down against hers and gave her as long as she needed.“I love you, too. Stay safe and if you need anything then don’t forget to call. I’ll get your dad to take care of it if I have to kill and impersonate him myself.”Jackson laughed and Margaret gave him a smile before turning t

Itty Bitty Living Space

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Night time was chilly in the mountains. Inside of a hotel room, Jackson shouldn’t have noticed the temperature dropping. He should have been nice and warm under the shitty hotel blanket. Instead he was shivering and considering going to get his quilt out of the car.Wren was still in front of the open balcony door. Night had fallen long ago. There was too much cloud cover to see any stars and the wind had only increased. Jackson shivered again and pulled the blanket even tighter.The room was dark, almost all of the light from the moon was smothered under the clouds. Jackson could barely distinguish Wren from the shadows in the room. Another breeze brushed over the exposed skin of Jackson’s face and he tugged the blanket over his head. There was a shuffling sound outside the blanket, but Jackson didn’t want to expose himself to the chill again just yet.

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