IvanBy the third day there was still no sign of the poachers. I was sick of the swamp, mosquitoes, and my wet dog odor. It rained each afternoon, making the ground soggy and life miserable.The lure of home called me. My wolf laughed. There was only one comfort he wanted. He wasn't laughing at my blue balls, though. To top off an all-around shitty three days, I finally masturbated and ended up with a mosquito bite on my balls. Fucking bloodsucker didn't even give me a thank you after he got his.That night I slept in an uncomfortable, moss-covered tree and almost fell out when my dreams of fucking Talya had me grabbing for her and finding thin air. That was it. I couldn't stay away any longer. Me, and my itchy balls, needed to go home.It was early afternoon by the time I made it back. I didn't bother waking The Moor and telling him of my return. I'd pretty much ignored him since leaving. I expected him to do his pop-in routine while I combed the swamp, but he left me alone after
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