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Verliebt in Einen Jungen Wolf	By : Scribe Category: S through Z > Sentinel Views: 1884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Apprehension

Jim could move quietly when he wanted to, and he wanted to tonight. If Blair was asleep already, he didn't want to wake him. He'd need a little time to screw up his courage to do what he'd decided to do on the way back to the little inn.

Jim had decided that, finally, he was going to make love to Blair. That was, if Blair would have him. Jim really didn't want to think about what would happen if Blair didn't want him. He'd never used force to satisfy his physical desires. But then, no one had ever turned him on like Blair did. Truthfully, Jim was a little afraid. Afraid of what he might do if he was rejected.

But he knew Blair was gone before he reached the room they shared. The sound of the reassuring heartbeat, the rhythm that had pulled him back from dangerous distances in his mind and soul, was absent. His scent lingered in the room, that distinct, special Blairsmell, but it was fading a bit. He'd been gone for a little while. The covers of the big bed were smooth, unrumpled. Where was he?

Jim didn't feel alarmed, not just yet. After all, they weren't genetically joined at the hip. Blair needed time alone, occasionally. But... but he was in an alien territory. Jim didn't like the thought of him wandering around, alone, in a strange place. Especially with the woods so close by. While the near tamed German forest could not compare to the Peruvian jungles that had honed his sentinel sensibilities, still... Forests held dangers. That was a truth that would not change as long as man walked the face of the earth.

Unwilling, indeed unable, to wait for his companion's return, Ellison went back down stairs to the lobby. The elderly manager was, as always, on a stool behind his desk. He was patiently carving a block of dark, dark wood. Shavings curled around his feet and on the counter. He looked up with friendly inquiry as the big American approached. (t)"Gutten aben."

"Gutten aben," Jim answered. (t)"Haben Sie meinen Freund gesehen?"

The old man scratched his chin, and smiled. (t)"Den heirhen Jungen?" Jim flushed a little, but there was no condemnation or cynicism in his manner. (t)"Haben Sie beide sich gestritten?"

Jim's flush deepened. (t)"Nein." But under his breath he muttered, (t)"Er ist nur eine Nervens."

The old man shook his head, shrugging. (t)"Er ist noch jung und voller zermut Er ist spazieren gegangen."

Great, Jim thought. A walk, at this time of night, in the woods. (t)"Danke."

As Jim started to turn away, the innkeeper said, "Herr Ellison?" When Jim looked back at him questioningly, the old man looked grave. He held up what he had been carving. It was a small figurine of a wolf. The man was talented. The lupine form captured in the dark wood was sleek and powerful, almost elegant. The woodcarver said quietly, (t)"Es ist Vollmond heute Nacht. Der Schwarze Wolf wird auf der Jagd sein." There was no teasing in his voice, no amusement in his expression as he said, (t)"Finden Sie Ihren Freund besser schnel, Herr Ellison."

There's no need to panic, Ellison, he told himself as he headed for the exit. But he found his steps quickening, and when he went through the door into the crisp night air, he was moving at a fast trot. He headed off along the path that led to the hunting lodge he and Blair had discovered that afternoon. This was where the scent was freshest.

At the lodge, the trail veered off into the woods. No, Blair, Jim groaned inwardly. How many times have I told you about the forest, the jungle? How many times have I warned you? And you probably went in just for that reason, didn't you? To show me. Sulky, stubborn...

His keen vision picked out crushed blades of grass, bent twigs, easily marking Blair's passage. When I find him, he thought angrily, I think I'll whip his luscious little butt for scaring me like this.

Then all irritation was driven from Jim in a sweeping wash as he caught the other scent. It was strong, feral...dangerous. And it intersected Blair's path.

"No!" Jim cast about wildly, frantically sifting through the sensory details that threatened to overwhelm him. That heavy animal smell was bad, but the worst of it was an underlying, sour stink. Jim had smelled it before, when he was dealing with madmen. It was the smell of violent insanity. The mingling was like nothing Jim had ever experienced: horrifying, nauseating. And, dear God, there was also a heady whiff of what could only be pheromones. Whatever it was, man, beast, or some ungodly combination, it was lusting. And it had found Blair.

Translations

"Haben Sie meinen Freund gesehen?" Have you seen my friend?

"Den heirhen Jungen? Haben Sie beide sich gestritten?" The pretty boy? Did you have a fight?

"Nein. Er ist nur eine Nervens" No, he's a pain in the neck.

"Er ist noch jung und voller zermut" He's just young, and full of mischief."

"Er ist spazieren gegangen." He went for a walk.

"Es ist Vollmond heute Nacht. Der Schwarze Wolf wird auf der Jagd sein." It's the night of the full moon. The Black Wolf will be hunting.

"Finden Sie Ihren Freund besser schnel." Find your friend quickly.
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