All Chapters of Heart of the Bayou Beasts: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

3 months laterBriI was in the kitchen cooking supper, and a pit had been gnawing at my stomach for the last hour. Anxiety brewed as I stirred up the gumbo, tossing it to low and yanking the heavy pot of rice off the heat. My senses stretched, they were coming, yet something was deeply wrong. All the insects and birds became quiet and I stilled at my task. The sound of the boat pulling up to the dock should have eased the feeling of turbulent dread poised to strike but as Lou and Claude shot through the house sending worried glances behind them I knew something was terribly wrong. The snarl that cleaved the silence shook me. Something that called to ache and dread. The Beast was angry, worse he was fighting the primal need to reprimand his charge. Bas. I don’t know how I knew. But it was like molecules between Wyatt and I had rubbed off on each other and became charged as our emotions escalated.That strong yet so fragile boy, the one who remembered the woman who left him. Who chose

WyattWhen Bri had stepped between me and Bas, The Beast snapped out of his anger. Watching her walk away, herding him and dinner out of the house was the worst feeling for every part of me, and as I slunk into their house, with my tail between my legs. I felt like I was crawling on my belly, on my own territory like a pitiful pup, and laid at her and Bastian’s feet. She gave me no comfort as the reality of the situation drove home. Something terribly wrong was going on in that pack. Something Bas as a good young man recognized and chose not to walk away from. Even though his background pushed him to be weary of women. After everything we have tried to instill in him, I should be supporting my ward for his decision. The feminine sex was a gift, regardless of his experiences. In this pack, a good woman was worth everything. The scenario Bastain laid out, played over and over in my mind. I knew I’d have to bow before that pack but I needed to look harder and try to search for a loophol

Wyatt~~~~~~~Beau and I had begun getting assignments on ocean rigs and our rotations brought us sometimes both away and sometimes home with Bri for longer periods. We didn’t ask questions, we just worked and most of the time, her time on the island without one of us was fleeting. The jobs paid well though and projects on the island long since abandoned came to life again. Sheds and roofs were fixed up, the hand-me-down clothes were replaced with new ones, and the boys started pursuing the island shacks around us, babbling which they would have when they got older. A future began to materialize and I realized all too often with a knife in my heart that it was one without Bri. It was a hard thing to picture and I saw every day how she was cultivating the boys to carry on without her. Lou took to cooking with her, and Claude found a new love for gardening and minding the chickens. Then there was Bas. Often they went on long walks or boat rides and “talked” his attitude had adjusted to t

Mable My Papa had been a transplant from a northern parish some years before he met my Mama who had been raised in coonass Cajun country. Papa loved her very much even though he didn’t agree with her “country superstitions,” he indulged her actions accepting them as “charitable deeds,” of a proper Christian woman. The “Red’s” as everyone called them were a strange lot of families that had grown together over the length of the family’s long history in the area. They didn’t take charity and were hard workin ole school Bayou folks. Mama’s kinda people. She always found somethin around that needed tending or that Papa had “neglected” to pay the men and boys to do odd jobs for her. She paid them from her tediously managed grocery allowance which she painstakingly utilized sales and cut corners on things that were luxuries in order to pay them to do things here and there. She would slip the boys candies or freshly baked cookies when the men weren’t lookin and never neglected to speak kind

BeauWhen Mabel finally left Bri’s demeanor was brighter, warmer and that soothed me somehow. Watching them laugh, as Mabel moved with Bri throughout the day was refreshing even though I was annoyed wanting to seek the feel of her comfort after a few days away. I itched for that connection of our energy, of our bodies twining together. Bri needed more than just us and Mela had a pack, a family, and a hearth of her own to deal with. Though I preferred the scared woman over the human who had been silenced to speak of Bri’s existence among us. I was glad for her presence. Bri hadn’t delved into what we were just censored the information she was willing to offer Mabel in order to protect the rest.Bri was laid out across a blanket on the dock skin rubbed down with citronella to ward off the mosquitos as she read a new book. I had brought her a new pile back from the library. She was clad in only a sports bra and shorts, her bare feet crossed and bent over her beautiful ass. I crawled up n