All Chapters of THE MINIATURE WOLF: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I knew Dad disapproved of me grabbing Mac's bottle. Dad's philosophy, understandably, was one of choice. Mac stood in the doorway and looked as if he wanted to tear into me.I had a feeling it was my dad standing at his shoulder that kept Mac in place. He didn't need to worry, though, either of them. I'll give the bottle back in a minute.I dug through my saddlebags to pull out Auntie's jar of salve. I set it on the bike's seat. Auntie was a great herbalist and used a combination of essential oils and witch hazel that helped with aches and bruises. Then I dug deeper.I pulled out the brown paper-wrapped package Grandfather had given me. It was time.I heard Dad's sudden indrawn breath. He nudged his way past Mac but stopped after a few steps."You'll need a fire."Dad came over and took the box of wooden matches from me. He headed toward the back yard.I looked at Mac, holding out his bottle to him. The big man came over slowly. I could tell he was thinking about asking, but my dad's

I woke Dad up with my vacuum in the living room."Does this mean the date went badly?""Mahina's coming over for dinner tonight."A long pause. The vacuum stopped. Dad had unplugged it."Son, it's not even six in the morning. Have you slept?"I shook my head no.Dad came over, putting his forehead against mine. "There's time. You need to sleep, Son. If you are anxious in your own home, how do you think Mahina will feel? You need to relax."Derrick chose that moment to drag himself out of his room, looking at me bleary-eyed. Apparently, I woke him up as well."Why don't you go for a run with Derrick? Pound some of that anxiety out with your two feet."Dad threw a look at Derrick. "If you don't mind? I'll put some coffee on for you."Derrick gave a yawn but nodded yes and headed back to his room to change."Son, it is the man experiencing tension. The wolf is fine; trust me. Keep yourself all man."I only nodded as Dad pulled the vacuum from my hands and wound up the cord.I thought abo

I was drawn to my bike. Some people were nearby but no one was too close. I sniffed the air. Something told me I was safe to shift. I dressed out of habit. I slid on the heavy yellow jacket that identified me as someone helping to combat the fire.There were noises, words. I knew what they meant. I headed over. Someone had been hurt using a chainsaw. I picked it up. It was easy to spot the man in charge, yelling directions to various workers."Where?" Again, my voice came out using wolf sounds to make human words."You know what you're doing with that saw?" He had his hand on my arm as he yelled the question over the noise around us.I nodded.He pointed me in the right direction. There was a line of men cutting down a row of trees. The idea was to keep the fire from jumping from treetop to treetop, so it wouldn't spread further.I worked with the men a few hours before we pulled out. Someone took the chainsaw from me. I went back to my bike. I could picture Derrick in my mind. I kne

I woke to Dad hollering at someone. I groaned from the pile of clothes I was curled on top of. That made me blink and look at the guest bedroom door. Dad had installed a simple hook and eye for privacy.I couldn't believe I had shifted to wolf at some point during the night. It was Dad's clothes I had made a bed of. I sighed to myself.Apparently everything I had been through had affected me more than I realized, especially if I still needed the comfort of sleeping on Dad's stuff.He still kept the chewed up pair of shoes from when I was a puppy under his bed. I found them about a week after his extended run after Mom died, much the way I found myself this morning. I had gone to bed back then crying, wanting my dead mother and my missing father. I woke up with the old chewed up shoes under me, me in wolf-form under his bed, fresh naw marks on the old shoes.They had been my go-to comfort whenever I woke up in the middle of the night as a kid. I remember pulling them out of dad's close

Everyone reacted at the same time. There were growls and bared teeth. Dad moved to one side, Cherokee to the other. Arctic and Lobo were also moving to take points to surround the odd couple.The shy one had been too caught up in the joy of the group howl to realize what had happened. Old Grey merely sighed and moved to block the shy one so he couldn't leave the pointe in a panic without pushing the old wolf out of the way.Businessmen were actually the only ones who shifted to humans."What the hell are you doing that for?" he asked the young wolf in confusion. He looked around at the reaction from the others, at a loss for what to do.I couldn't react at first. I knew Lone Wolf wasn't in any real danger. I finally stalked over to center myself in front of Lone Wolf and his companion. I rolled my shoulders, trying to decide whether to stand as man or stay wolf.My intense gaze caused Lone Wolf to make a decision of his own. He moved. It took me a moment to figure out what he was doin