Free Among Wolves by G.A. Hauser Page A

into the barn.
He followed them, making sure Butch was able to get each one into
their stalls as they huddled close to each other, as if in defense
mode.
    Although he made them nervous, Charlie took
hold of their halters and one by one, brought them to their stalls,
making sure they had water and food.
    Once they were closed into their stalls,
Charlie shook his head. "This really sucks."
    "Tell me about it." Butch tossed the pick he
had been using to clean the ice into a tack box and took off his
gloves so he could rub his face. "If you and Roman are goin' to
terrify the livestock, I need help."
    Charlie didn't want to hire someone full
time, not when he could be doing the work himself. "If when we get
back from Heber, I…we…still have this problem, we'll talk about
it."
    Butch shook his head as he left the stable,
muttering, "Why? Huh? Why is this bullshit back again?"
    After picking up the basket of eggs, Charlie
shut the light overhead and followed him. He wanted an answer to
the same question. It just didn't make sense.
    ~
    Roman stood in front of a full length mirror,
topless, and inspected his chest. A slight residual pain was
present, but the mark was gone. Roman stared into his own eyes,
seeing the wolf inside him clearly now.
    He gasped and spun around.
    The man with the sword had shown himself in
the reflection.
    "Who are you!" Roman yelled, looking around
the room. "Show yourself, you coward!"
    He heard a low growl and it made the goose
bumps rise on his arms. Roman backed up and made for his duty
pistol, which was on the dresser. He pulled it out of its holster
and gripped it tightly. "Show yourself! What do you want?"
    Something moved. Roman could see it out of
the corner of his eye. He spun around, aimed the gun and it
vanished. "Chicken shit." Roman inspected the bedroom, gun raised
and ready to fire. He ended up pointing it at himself in the
mirror. Behind him a figure stood, holding a sword, but not
threatening, the point lowered down to the floor.
    Roman spun around again, aiming his pistol
but the man had vanished. He snarled in frustration and faced the
mirror, lowering the gun. Again it materialized.
    "Who are you?" Roman asked, softly, but
growing angry…which made his body react badly.
    When the man's lips moved, his voice was out
of sync with the words, as if he were watching a video that had
been dubbed. In a strange frequency, that made Roman wince, he
heard, "Your Alpha."
    "My…?" Roman narrowed his eyes at the image
and again, whipped around, his hand sweaty on the gun grip, seeing
nothing. "My what? My alpha? What the fuck does that mean?" Roman
looked into the mirror again.
    "Roman?" Charlie's voice was outside his
door.
    The door opened and Charlie poked his head
in. Charlie opened his mouth to speak and then spotted the gun.
    Roman walked to the dresser and put it back
in its holster.
    Charlie entered the room and looked around.
"Please tell me you were practicin' dry-firin'."
    "No." Roman sat on the bed and rubbed his
face, trying to keep a level head.
    Charlie sat beside him, leaning on his
shoulder. "Butch is lettin' Vernon know we're going up there
tomorrow."
    "Okay." Roman rested his head on Charlie's,
trying to find comfort.
    "Come 'ere, baby." Charlie cupped Roman's jaw
and brought him to his lips.
    At the contact, Roman turned to face Charlie
and they lay down on the bed together, kissing. Charlie touched the
naked skin at Roman's neck and shifted on the bed to get closer.
Roman began unbuttoning Charlie's flannel shirt, opening it wide on
his chest. Charlie shrugged it off and went for Roman's zipper,
their passion heating up. Roman shifted on the bed and stripped off
his lower half of clothing as Charlie did the same. Once they were
nude, Roman dragged Charlie under him, so they were lying
lengthwise on the bed. Roman straddled Charlie and righted their
cocks, rubbing against Charlie's pubic hair and swirling his tongue
around Charlie's in their mouths.
    Under him, Charlie moaned