kilter.
“I’m almost disappointed I didn’t get a prize in my Happy Meal too,” Jez teased. “Better be a good one.” And then they were off.
It was nearly midnight by the time Carissa got behind the wheel of her car. She called on a bit of energy from her wolfen counterpart to overcome her exhaustion, backed out of the space, and headed out of the parking lot. There were still a lot of cars out on the road, even at this time of night. Parties seemed to be everywhere. The downtown area was lit up like it was Christmas. Even now, she could tell that tomorrow at Scentify would be chaos—that was, assuming there was anyone alert enough to shop by tomorrow.
As she turned down her street she could see that at least here, her neighbors were asleep. Windows were dark, and the night time critters were out, scouring the neatly mowed lawns for any food. She had to brake to avoid a cat darting across the street. Its lamplight-green eyes glowed in the headlights as it stared at her car, almost as if to say, “How dare you attempt to hit me?”
Carissa could only roll her eyes and wait, while her wolf wanted to chase the cat and play with it. She shushed the canine and tapped the steering wheel as the cat took its sweet time hauling its ass over to the opposite sidewalk.
“Why’d we do that? Road kill kitty tastes really good. A bit oily though , ” the wolf said.
Carissa’s stomach bubbled as bile started the climb up her throat. She almost threw up at the suggestion. She didn’t want to consider what she did when in wolf form. The memories were always vague and blurry, for which she was thankful.
A sense of safety and comfort filled her as she arrived home. It may have been a rental, but it was still her space. She grabbed her purse and food bags, got out of the car and glanced up at the sky. It was a week until the full moon. Already the silvery crescent’s pull was starting to tug at her body. She could feel its magic shiver along her bones as her senses became keener. The bushes rustled. On alert, she wheeled around and inhaled deeply. The earthy perfume of a mouse rushed up her nostrils. “Small pickings , ” her wolf told her.
Shaking loose the need to hunt, she headed up the stone walkway. The clicking of her heels echoed out into the night and an owl hooted overhead. Then in a flurry of wings and squeaking, the mouse was carried off. Carissa didn’t pay it any mind. That was the nature of life.
She unlocked the door and stepped into her home. The scents of peach, cinnamon and vanilla greeted her. She hung up her keys on a hook near the coat rack and placed her purse on one of the spokes before making her way toward the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she’d skipped dinner, despite the filling appetizers and salad she’d had.
Carissa grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass as she looked through her food bag. At the bottom of the dessert package, she smiled as she spotted a small piece of paper. Unfolding it, she saw it was Brent’s phone number and email address. She flipped it over to read, Call me after 1:00 if you’re still awake. I have the perfect way of helping you get to sleep. She laughed and shook her head. She doubted that she’d need it just yet, but went to her purse, grabbed her cell phone, and saved his number.
She went into her bathroom and started the water, pouring in some sage, citrus, and mint bath salts, and then went back to the kitchen to get her food. Settling down at the table, she flipped on the TV and watched the late night news as she tucked into her meal. Her thoughts traveled to Brent and she wondered if he was off work yet. A look over at the clock on the microwave said no. She got up and went back to the bathroom to turn off the faucet before returning to her meal. Cari decided to save her dessert for tomorrow and went off to her bathroom, where she undressed and got into the tub. The water had cooled enough to be the perfect
“I’m almost disappointed I didn’t get a prize in my Happy Meal too,” Jez teased. “Better be a good one.” And then they were off.
It was nearly midnight by the time Carissa got behind the wheel of her car. She called on a bit of energy from her wolfen counterpart to overcome her exhaustion, backed out of the space, and headed out of the parking lot. There were still a lot of cars out on the road, even at this time of night. Parties seemed to be everywhere. The downtown area was lit up like it was Christmas. Even now, she could tell that tomorrow at Scentify would be chaos—that was, assuming there was anyone alert enough to shop by tomorrow.
As she turned down her street she could see that at least here, her neighbors were asleep. Windows were dark, and the night time critters were out, scouring the neatly mowed lawns for any food. She had to brake to avoid a cat darting across the street. Its lamplight-green eyes glowed in the headlights as it stared at her car, almost as if to say, “How dare you attempt to hit me?”
Carissa could only roll her eyes and wait, while her wolf wanted to chase the cat and play with it. She shushed the canine and tapped the steering wheel as the cat took its sweet time hauling its ass over to the opposite sidewalk.
“Why’d we do that? Road kill kitty tastes really good. A bit oily though , ” the wolf said.
Carissa’s stomach bubbled as bile started the climb up her throat. She almost threw up at the suggestion. She didn’t want to consider what she did when in wolf form. The memories were always vague and blurry, for which she was thankful.
A sense of safety and comfort filled her as she arrived home. It may have been a rental, but it was still her space. She grabbed her purse and food bags, got out of the car and glanced up at the sky. It was a week until the full moon. Already the silvery crescent’s pull was starting to tug at her body. She could feel its magic shiver along her bones as her senses became keener. The bushes rustled. On alert, she wheeled around and inhaled deeply. The earthy perfume of a mouse rushed up her nostrils. “Small pickings , ” her wolf told her.
Shaking loose the need to hunt, she headed up the stone walkway. The clicking of her heels echoed out into the night and an owl hooted overhead. Then in a flurry of wings and squeaking, the mouse was carried off. Carissa didn’t pay it any mind. That was the nature of life.
She unlocked the door and stepped into her home. The scents of peach, cinnamon and vanilla greeted her. She hung up her keys on a hook near the coat rack and placed her purse on one of the spokes before making her way toward the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she’d skipped dinner, despite the filling appetizers and salad she’d had.
Carissa grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass as she looked through her food bag. At the bottom of the dessert package, she smiled as she spotted a small piece of paper. Unfolding it, she saw it was Brent’s phone number and email address. She flipped it over to read, Call me after 1:00 if you’re still awake. I have the perfect way of helping you get to sleep. She laughed and shook her head. She doubted that she’d need it just yet, but went to her purse, grabbed her cell phone, and saved his number.
She went into her bathroom and started the water, pouring in some sage, citrus, and mint bath salts, and then went back to the kitchen to get her food. Settling down at the table, she flipped on the TV and watched the late night news as she tucked into her meal. Her thoughts traveled to Brent and she wondered if he was off work yet. A look over at the clock on the microwave said no. She got up and went back to the bathroom to turn off the faucet before returning to her meal. Cari decided to save her dessert for tomorrow and went off to her bathroom, where she undressed and got into the tub. The water had cooled enough to be the perfect
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