Moonlit Fur Chronicles: Torn Fur

“Buzz! Buzz! I growled softly and rolled over to pick up my phone. My phone was still and silent. I looked at it confused. I heard the buzz again. It took me longer than it should’ve to realize that it was Quinn’s phone. “Quinn,” I mumbled. “Phone.” She groaned, “Answer it then.” I grasped her phone and placed it on her stomach. “Oh,” she gasped, suddenly wide awake. I chuckled groggily. “Yes,” she grumbled into the receiver. I gently kissed her stomach, “Reese, stop. That tickles!” I smirked fiendishly. I showed her my tongue, “No!” Quinn hissed. I dragged my tongue in a tight circle around her navel. Quinn growled and pushed my face into her stomach. “You’re going to get it now! What? No, not you Dad. Reese is distracting me.” I let out a muffled laugh. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

I wriggled loose and slid down her torso. “Reese,” Quinn warned. “Don’t!” I buried my face between her legs and licked slowly. She snapped her legs shut snuggly around my face. My hands wandered to her stomach and inched up her chest. I knew she would slap my hands away. I jerked them out of her reach at the last second. She groaned in pain, “Dad, give me a second. I have to get somewhere quiet.” Quinn unlocked her legs and lunged for the bathroom. The door slammed with a thunk, the lock clicked into place. I rolled onto my back and loudly. “Dammit Reese!” She roared from behind the door. I howled with laughter. The door opened briefly, a roll of toilet paper flew at my head. I laughed so hard, tears rolled down my face, my belly began to hurt. A second roll of toilet paper took flight and narrowly missed me. I tumbled to the floor behind the bed. Quinn had spectacular aim, I didn’t want to give her an easy target.

Quinn finally stomped out of the bathroom and waved her finger in my face. I followed it with my eyes. I barely resisted the urge to lick it. “I was talking on the phone with my father, and I started dripping… thanks to you. All I could feel was your tongue on me, in me. I taught you too well it seems.” My eyes sparkled at her. “Hmmm, you’re going to do that again, later. After I tell you what my father said.” Quinn trembled, her head rolled back gently and she moaned, “Aftershock!” My eyes drifted down between her legs, I was pleased with what I saw trickled down her thigh. Quinn recovered, “Reese! I convinced my father to loan us the summer home until we can find something permanent!”

I squealed with delight! My pack would finally be safe and warm! I leaped up and hugged Quinn. I took her face in her hands and kissed her passionately. “We have to tell the others! We have to get ready to go!” I exclaimed. “Breathe Reese, breathe!” Quinn instructed. “What? Why?” She showed me her phone, the clock read two am. “Because everyone is still asleep! Besides, I have a much better plan for you and that naughty tongue of yours.” Her eyes gleamed. She gently pressed on the top of my head. I flicked my tongue out and traipsed it down the center of her chest, over her navel, and down past her waist. “Oh, such a good girl,” Quin breathed. “Yes! Give me that tongue!” Her head rolled back in pleasure.

I had terrible dreams. Violent, blood poured, limbs wrenched from their sockets, people in pain kind of dreams. I tossed and turned, whimpered and cursed. My body thrashed and kicked. I screamed. My scream turned to a snarl in my throat. Fur sprouted all over my body. My paws failed wildly, claws shredded the sheets. Quinn tumbled out of bed, “Reese?! What’s going on?” My body acted on its own, I was still trapped in my dream. My jaws snapped at Quinn. “Reese!? Stop! You’re scaring me!” my body pounced at her. Quinn snapped into action and vaulted over me. She wrapped her arm around my throat and constricted my airway. Her legs enclosed around my torso just under my rib cage. “Reese! Please!” She begged, “It’s me Quinn!” Her voice was hysterical.

I forced my eyes open, I had a terrible headache. Every inch of my body throbbed in pain. “Quinn,” I muttered, “Where are you? I heard a whimper in the corner of the room. It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus in the pre-dawn light. The room looked as if it had been ransacked, the bedsheets were ripped to shreds, lamps were broken, clothes strewn everywhere. I followed the sounds of whimpers and sobs. My heart shattered when I figured out what the sound was. Quinn sat cross-legged, clutched a pillow to her chest, and sobbed . I took a small step forward. Quinn flinched, and screeched, “Stay back!” I stumbled back and fell over a pair of shoes. I crashed on the floor hard.

I sat up, my head spun. “Quinn, what happened?” I pleaded. She shook her head, her face tear-stained. I caught a glimpse of my body, there were long scratches on my chest and stomach. Almost as if Quinn had scratched me…why would Quinn scratch me? The icy hand of fear squeezed my soul. “Quinn, Baby, please talk to me. I’m worried. I don’t know what happened. Why is the dorm a mess?” Quinn haltingly got to her feet, “I’m getting in the shower. Stay right there. Don’t move. Think about what you’ve done.” My jaw dropped, “What I’ve done? Quinn what happened?” She held up her hand, “I’m getting in the shower. You’re holding still.” Her voice was full of threats.

I let my head fall to the floor with a thunk. I was so confused. I was beyond worried. I had no idea what happened. Quinn raced past me and locked herself in the bathroom. The shower was turned on a few minutes later. I could hear Quinn sobs. I backed up to the wall and hugged my knees to my chest. Tears streamed down my face. I was scared, Quinns behavior perplexed me. I tried to clear my head, tried to remember…remember anything. I breathed deeply and focused. Everything was muddled, I barely made out a sensation of intense fear, spouts of blood. I realized I had a night terror. Why did I have a night terror? My life was pretty amazing now that I had Quinn. Did I have Quinn? After tonight, I wasn’t convinced…

The shower turned off, Quinn crept out of the bathroom. I kept my forehead firmly pressed on my knees and hid my face. The bed squeaked as Quinn perched on it. “Reese what happened?” I shrugged mournfully. I felt a sick and painful distance between Quinn and I. I despised that feeling. “I had a night terror,” I whispered. “It was horrible. People running, blood spraying, bullets colliding with bodies, wails of pain,” I trembled. “It was a war zone. So much death…Quinn, it was terrifying.” My voice caught in my throat. “The next thing I know, I’m sprawled on the floor, scratches all over me, body aching. I see the room is a mess and you are in the corner crying, scared of me… my heart broke.” I raised my eyes to glimpse at her.

Quinn was wrapped in a towel, as was her hair; she was beautiful. “Reese… I,” her words were slow and careful. “Reese,” she swallowed hard. “Reese, you attacked me. You phased into a wolf and attacked me…” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?” I gasped. My jaw dropped. “You may have had a nightmare, but I lived one…last night.” Her voice cracked. “I was so scared. I didn’t want to hurt you. I had to…I had to knock you out. Reese…I…” I felt dizzy. My vision was distorted. “Did I hurt you?” Quinn shook her head, “I’m not hurt, not that badly.” My shoulders drooped, I allowed my head to thud onto my knees. I had hurt her. She was my only happiness in this world, and I had hurt her. I was devastated. Quinn was my world. I never wanted to see her in pain or to cause her pain.

There was only one thing I could think of doing. I climbed to my feet, head hung low. I moved slowly and deliberately. Quinn watched me gather some clothes. “I’m sorry Quinn,” I murmured. “I never wanted this… I never wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry.” I slipped my clothes on and placed my hand on the door knob. “Reese, stop. Where are you going,” Quinn inquired. Her gorgeous eyes were full of tears. “I can’t live with myself if I hurt you. But I already did…Quinn I don’t know what to do.” Tears dropped from my chin. “I don’t want to hurt you again!” My body trembled with emotions. I couldn’t contain them any longer. I slumped to the floor and sobbed. Quinn called softly to me, “Reese, baby, come here.” I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t see straight.

“Reese, please. Come to me. Let me hold you,” Quinn pleaded. “I want to hold you. Please baby.” I tried to look at her through blurry eyes. I held my hand out to her. I couldn’t breathe. “Help me Quinn. I can’t hurt you again,” I begged. She materialized next to me, tucked her arms around me, and gently rocked me back and forth. “It’s okay Sweetie. Let it out. You’re okay.” I clung to her and bawled, “I never meant to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.” Quinn held me tight, “I know baby, I know. I’m here. It’s okay.” She stroked my hair and squeezed me twice. I gripped her arm and squeezed twice. “You’re very important to me, Quinn,” I blubbered. “I can’t imagine life without you. I need you. I can’t live without you.” Quinn held me tight, “you’re okay, Reese. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”