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Two hours later and Michael was back with a full body of blood.
He walked past Haru quietly, glancing at the kid who'd rolled onto his back a few times judging by the way his shirt was riding up a bit and his arms were partially over his head.
Damnit he wanted to snuggle with him...maybe he wanted more from the kid than just a pet.
Mmph.
Shaking his head Michael quickly went out to where Donovan was sitting and moved his wrist in front of the guy's face.
"Drink. We need to leave once I feed you and Haru."
They were strongest at night and while the wolves also had strength during the night it was no where near a full moon.
Now was their best chance to get Conrad and his group of fuzzy mutts out of their town.
"Tch, shit. Take extra and feed Haru, I need to make a few more calls."
He'd forgotten he had to call some people back to make sure there wasn't anything extra going on and he didn't want to talk on the phone near Donovan, figuring the guy could easily hear him.
As soon as Donovan finished drinking he'd go off to the far side of the porch and make the calls.
He walked past Haru quietly, glancing at the kid who'd rolled onto his back a few times judging by the way his shirt was riding up a bit and his arms were partially over his head.
Damnit he wanted to snuggle with him...maybe he wanted more from the kid than just a pet.
Mmph.
Shaking his head Michael quickly went out to where Donovan was sitting and moved his wrist in front of the guy's face.
"Drink. We need to leave once I feed you and Haru."
They were strongest at night and while the wolves also had strength during the night it was no where near a full moon.
Now was their best chance to get Conrad and his group of fuzzy mutts out of their town.
"Tch, shit. Take extra and feed Haru, I need to make a few more calls."
He'd forgotten he had to call some people back to make sure there wasn't anything extra going on and he didn't want to talk on the phone near Donovan, figuring the guy could easily hear him.
As soon as Donovan finished drinking he'd go off to the far side of the porch and make the calls.