by Robin Roseau
Fox Play
Robin Roseau
Robin Roseau (2013)
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Rating: ★★★★☆
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Having now agreed to a commitment relationship, Michaela and Lara turn their attention to a new threat. Durian, alpha of the Chicago wolves, wants Lara's pack for himself in order to replenish his dwindling power.
In the meantime, Michaela faces her fears built from the past while struggling to find her place in the pack.
Fox Play continues the story first begun in Fox Run. This is a novel of 95,000 words.
Fox Play
by Robin Roseau
Table of Contents
Membership Has Its Rewards
Ceremony
Fleecing
Reporting In
Humans With Surprises
Time Out
Exposed
Telling The Story
Back To Reality
Next Steps
Building A Program
Underground War
Rematch
Aftermath
Proposals
About the Author
Membership Has Its Rewards
"Nice job, Angel," I told her. "Thank you."
She turned and smiled at me. It was a fine Monday in April, and Angel had been my part time intern for six months, a very rewarding six months for me. I had been hesitant about taking her on, mostly because I had worried about the responsibility of managing a sixteen-year-old werewolf, but she had turned out to be a joy to have helping me at work and sharing my home in Bayfield, Wisconsin.
"If we get done early, may we go kayaking, Michaela?" she asked me.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Angel? There was still ice in the water the last time I looked, and you know I am going to make you practice righting your kayak before we go very far. The water is going to be very cold."
I had taught Angel and several other teens from the pack how to kayak last autumn. Angel then found a used kayak for sale, asked me to check it out, and when I pronounced it better than mine, begged her mother to let her buy it. Francesca had relented, and Angel had been on the water every day after that when the lake wasn't too rough all the way until the ice had come in. Now she was itching to get back out.
"Will you be practicing, too?" she asked me with a smirk. From her body language I thought perhaps she thought she knew the answer.
"Yes."
"So really, you're not worried about whether I'll get cold, but whether you will?"
I laughed. "Have I shown you my dry suit?" I was kidding, but I wanted to see her reaction.
"Yes," she said. "And your portable kayak space heater powered by little were gerbils you caught last spring. What do you feed them, anyway?"
"I chop up smart ass wolves into gerbil-sized bites."
We had a great relationship. She was happy to banter with me but always knew when to knock it off. I was much more comfortable with her than her older sister, Gia, who still thought I should show proper submission to virtually every wolf in the pack.
Like that would happen.
I checked my watch and the schedule for the other river readings I wanted to check. "Yes, Angel, if we finish early we can go kayaking. The weather is too poor to fly to Madison for poker night, so we aren't even losing time on Wednesday."
"Yes!" she said. I still loved it when she jumped in the air, pumping her fist. I think she found opportunities to do it because it amused me so much.
Together we reviewed the remaining readings we needed today, Angel commenting intelligently. "You know, Angel, there is a lot I will start to show you with summer on the way, but by autumn, I won't have much more to teach you. Do you know what you're going to do?"
"Senior year." She frowned. "I like helping you, Michaela, but I don't want to work as a public servant as an adult. I'll have to make sure I'm ready for college."
I could understand that. It worked for me, but only because of the freedom it offered, and Lara had been wearing even me down.
Angel continued. "I don't have any solid ideas, but I've started talking to Mom about it. And the alpha hinted you might be starting a new venture I could be involved with." Angel eyed me expectantly. "Were you going to tell me about it?"
I sighed. "The alpha doesn't like my job and wants me more completely under her thumb. She's been trying to find the right bait."
"Has she found it?"
"Not yet."
"Is she likely to?"
"She's the alpha, Angel. She won't give up."
Together, we headed back to my car, a gift from the pack after my last one was destroyed during an attack on the pack. I let Angel drive; it was good experience for her, and I didn't mind relaxing.
We had just pulled onto the highway, turning back towards Bayfield, when my pocket howled, an eerie werewolf howl that always got my heart racing. Smiling, I fished my phone out of my pocket and answered it.
"Hello, Lara," I said with warmth and a smile.
"Hello, little fox," she replied. "Are you alone?"
"No. Angel is driving."
"I need you to call me back as soon as you're alone."
"Is this the alpha I am talking to?"
"Yes," she replied. "It's important and fairly urgent, but nothing to worry about."
"Angel," I said. "Would you be able to get the next readings and samples if I wait in the car?"
"Yes, Michaela," she said, offering a quick smile. "I didn't see anything scheduled you haven't taught me before."
"Is twenty minutes good, Alpha?"
"Perfect. I'll be waiting. Thank you, Michaela."
She hung up, which disappointed me. I would have liked to have talked to my lover, even with teenage ears listening.
"Did you hear both sides of that?"
"Yes," replied Angel. "Do you think she wants to talk about me?"
"I don't know." We drove along in companionable silence while I contemplated what Lara may need. I realized I didn't have so much as a clue. That was unusual. I usually anticipated her before she did. Something must have come up.
We pulled off the road and drove a mile before Angel pulled to the side of the road, just before a bridge over a river, a mile and a half before it would dump into Lake Superior. Angel reviewed the plan with me again, grabbed everything she would need, and trudged down to the river. I sat with the window open until I couldn't hear her anymore and decided if I couldn't hear her, she couldn't hear me. I rolled the window up and called the alpha.
"I am alone now," I said. "Angel is down near a noisy river and will be busy for twenty minutes or so."
"Thank you, Michaela. I am speaking as the Madison wolves alpha. First, you are invited to poker night this Wednesday."
"The alpha is inviting me?" That was unusual.
"Yes. Michaela, it's a ten-thousand-dollar buy in."
I whistled and then sighed. "There is a front moving in tonight," I told her. "It's going to be too poor of weather for me to fly up. June apologized to me about it this morning."
"We'll come back to that. Next, I know I can't command you, Michaela, but I need you in Madison tomorrow afternoon no later than four PM, and earlier would be more convenient."
I was silent for a moment before asking, "Can you tell me why?"
"No. I'm sorry. This is important."
"Would you tell me if I were in trouble?"
"Yes. You aren't. It isn't any trouble at all. But I can't say more."
"It is important enough that you want me to do a twelve hour round trip drive in poor weather on short notice, but you can't explain why."
"And bring ten thousand dollars in cash."
"That is most of my savings account," I told her. "I presume there is someone coming you want me to fleece
."
"Two someone's."
"Are they good?"
"They have that reputation, but they are both wolves." Wolves were nearly always very easy for me to read.
"Lara, I don't believe in gambling when I can't afford to lose." Everyone can have a bad night. "I notice you aren't offering to bankroll me."
"No, I'm not. And I am inviting you as the alpha, not as Lara."
"If were able to command me, would this be an invitation or a command, Alpha?"
She paused. "Michaela, I don't know."
"Well, if my cards are bad, I can play conservatively and limit my losses."
"Unfortunately not, we're playing with no time limit. Last person holding, and every hour the ante goes up."
"So either I am definitely going to lose $10,000 or earn a year's salary?"
"Yes."
"I hate it when you just won't tell me everything, Lara."
"I know. I'm sorry."
I sighed. "All right. You've asked two favors as the alpha. What does Lara, my girlfriend, want me to do?"
"Your girlfriend wants you here tomorrow and wants you a continent away on Wednesday. The alpha needs you here for both."
I took a breath. "Angel is going to be disappointed. She wanted me to take her kayaking. I'll drive down tonight as soon as I can get out of here. Where will you be?"
"The compound."
"Anything else? Can I talk to my girlfriend now?"
"I wish you could, but I'm sorry. Don't bring Angel and don't tell her anything that is going on other than I requested you to drive down."
"But you'll be there when I arrive? It will be around midnight, maybe a little earlier. Maybe early enough for a quick run."
"I'd like that. See you then."
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Angel had been disappointed, but she covered it gracefully. I couldn't command her, but I begged her to hold off kayaking. "You don't know the spring currents, and I don't want you to go solo until you have more experience."
"Maybe this weekend?" she asked. "It's supposed to be nice again by Saturday. Is the alpha coming up?"
"Isn't this weekend pack game night?"
"Oh, right. Then you really owe me next week."
I laughed. "Deal." Then we discussed what she would do while I was gone for a few days. Basically she was going to do my job for me, as much of it as she could. I loved having a minion.
The drive was easy with traffic light, and I pulled into the compound shortly after 10:30 PM, a little wired from the sugar and the excitement of seeing Lara. We'd just spent the weekend together, but I missed her from the moment we first parted until the next moment we were together.
It was hard for me to believe that we had originally met under such stressful circumstances. Our first meeting, with me dangling from her hand by the scruff of my were fox neck, hadn't gone especially well. But we had become friends, then more than friends, then lovers.
We still hadn't worked out all our issues. She still tried to play the alpha, and I remained the unyielding fox. And she hadn't stopped her attempts to get me to move from Bayfield so we could be together full time. I kept hoping she would provide a solution that kept me near my beloved lake, but I was almost ready to throw in the towel. Sadly. I loved Bayfield and wasn't that fond of Madison. There was nothing wrong with Madison, not exactly, but it wasn't my sort of place.
Still, we were together as much as our respective duties allowed, and I had spent the entire drive time wondering what we might do tonight. I had a pretty good idea what she would want, and it involved me panting her name in passion and then offering my throat to her.
I was okay with that. More than okay.
No one was in the courtyard when I pulled in and parked, but Lara must have been nearby, as she met me at the side of my car when I stepped out. I immediately melted into her arms, receiving a warm, passionate kiss while I clutched at her with my need to be close to her.
I buried my nose in her neck and breathed deeply, my nose filled with the scent of safety and love.
I had once been deeply afraid of that scent. Now I was addicted to it.
"Hello, little fox," she said. "I have missed you. Last night was horrible."
"Me too," I said. "How are the plans for moving to Bayfield coming?"
She laughed. "They are taking a new turn."
I pulled away and looked at her. "Really?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. No, it's not renewed hope. I'm sorry, it was a misleading statement."
Somewhat dejected, I melted back into her and breathed again, and all was right. I licked her neck and she laughed.
"That better not be a prelude to teeth, little fox. You know what will happen." What would happen is I would find myself flat on my back with her teeth over my throat until I whimpered in submission. Lara was all alpha, and while I could tease, in the end she was who she was.
"I wouldn't mind your mouth on me later," I told her. "Without an audience."
She hugged me tighter. "Let's go settle in, then we can shift for a run."
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It was unusual, but we actually got a solo run, just Lara and me. Normally a run involved every wolf who could possibly join us, but for some reason, they all declined this time. We shifted and ran together, Lara holding herself back to a fox's pace. We'd been running for twenty minutes when Lara suddenly bounded in front of me and came to a stop in my path, facing me, her head down and tail up in the traditional invitation to play.
I knew exactly what game she wanted to play, the "Catch the fox" game. It wasn't as bad as it sounded. I was remarkably difficult to catch, and evading the big bad wolf had become quite a bit of fun. However, I was tired and not at my best, so the likelihood of her catching me easily was pretty high. That might be fine, too, but who won the game tended to set the tone for our bedroom activities later, and it was easier to wear her down when I kept her off balance.
I wanted to know why I was really here, and I didn't want to wait until I was being forced to think on my feet. She knew what was going on, and wasn't telling me, so I needed every advantage to work it out of her, one little hint at a time.
I sat down and yawned, declining the offer.
She huffed her displeasure, inching backwards several inches to suggest a minor handicap, and then her muscles tensed. She was about to leap whether I wanted to play or not.
I almost just let her catch me, but then my stubborn side took over. She leaped and I did the last thing she expected. I ran straight towards her, reaching up to snag a rear paw as she flew over me. I actually managed to trip her, causing her to stumble slightly, and then I was off, dashing through the woods.
I was better than Lara at the close game, evading her pounces, and at the long game, obscuring my trail and hiding. She was better than I was at the medium game, running much faster. I could usually evade her pounces, but actually shaking her from my trail long enough to put up false trails was very difficult.
I managed to get some distance from her, then used one of my normal tricks that frequently lost her. This time it failed. I dashed under a fallen tree and immediately spun around to come back out the same side. Normally she jumps over those trees and then tries to figure out where I went, but this time she actually came to a stop and I ran right into her.
Wow, I was even more tired than I thought.
She caught me in her claws and teeth and rolled me onto my back before I could even register my mistake. A large wolf mouth closed around my throat while her paws held me pinned in place and she settled her weight over me.
I went still, but I didn't whimper in submission. She gave me a few seconds to submit before growling lightly and closing her mouth slightly tighter. Then she settled even more weight on me.
She wasn't hurting me, and she would be very careful with me, but the message was simple: submit before it hurt. She wouldn't stop or let me up until I submitted.
She tightened again, and I whimpered. She didn't let go right away, so I
whimpered twice more. Then she relaxed, licked my face thoroughly, which she knew I hated, and then let me go.
I stood up and batted her face in thanks for the lick. She licked me again, very slowly and thoroughly, and I stood there accepting it. I'd learned if I didn't, she would make me submit again, and then she was ruthless.
I hated being bathed by wolf tongue.
Once, when I'd been particularly obnoxious, she'd held me down and let half the pack bathe me. I'd come away from that experience as sodden as if I'd gone swimming and twice as slimy. She had finally released me, and I had shifted to human and started bitching, so she had simply pinned me to the ground again and had them repeat the performance on my human body. At least she'd used her own body to offer me a modicum of modesty, but I had been deeply embarrassed.
Later, in private, I told her how I felt about it. Her only response was, "It was a cuffing." Alpha wolves cuff the other wolves for misbehaving, and she needed to be ruthless to maintain her position in the pack. I was normally outside of that, but it wouldn't do to flaunt it, so I realized I hadn't offered much choice.
"You're right," I said. "I shouldn't have complained publicly."
After that, I was very careful to avoid criticizing her in front of an audience. In private, however, things were different.
After having lost the game of catch the fox so quickly, I needed to gain some respect back. Lara recognized that, so when I started moving quietly through the brush, she followed me nearly as quietly, then waited while I caught us both a rabbit. I had stopped hunting them on pack lands because it was too easy to deplete them, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to take one now and again.
I broke it's neck and then turned around and dropped it at Lara's feet. She howled a victory for us then dismembered the hapless creature, offering me first meal. I took as much as I wanted, and Lara finished the rest in a few bites. We cleaned each other a little, then Lara lay in the grass. I prowled around for a minute while she watched me, then I walked straight to her, ducked under her head, and curled up into a tight fox ball between her paws. She lowered her head to rest across me.