Chapter 69 Chapter 4 – Book 2

WARNING: Language and dark topics

Nova wasn’t even a couple of feet into the forest when the first of many downpours began. It didn’t bother her; she loved the rain. She didn’t have any kind of raincoat or poncho, so she made herself one from one of the big, black leaf bags. It covered everything, even her backpack.

She giggled when she realized what she must look like, but she didn’t care, though. It did the job, and it was also something that helped her blend into the deep woods.

Now all she had to do was keep going. She also kept a lookout for cougars and bears. Don’t need any of those kind of visitors.

She was quick and quiet on her feet, so she had that advantage. She was used to doing a lot of walking, and even with the heavy backpack on, she wasn’t slowed down. She imagined that she would get tired, but she wanted to cover as much ground as possible before stopping to rest.

She felt an urgency to keep going, not only to get as far away as possible, but she also felt like she was running to something as well.

She didn’t know what, though. She just pulled out her compass and kept on moving. She was enjoying the sense of freedom and the solace of the forest.

She wanted to put as much distance as she could behind her before she rested for the night. With it raining, she was planning on stopping a little sooner than normal, because it would get dark quicker than normal.

She just hoped that she could find a nice place to set up a sleeping area.

There were not any caves this far from the mountains, and caves could also be home to predators.

No, what she needed was a nice, fat pine tree with branches that hung to the forest floor. She could scoot in there under the branches; they wouldn’t be completely dry because of the constant rain, but they would be a lot drier than the exposed forest floor.

All she would have to do was get out her tarp and fashion it so it would cover her and provide a barrier between her and the wet. She won’t be able to have a fire, but at least she will be dry.

With the tarp surrounding her, it will also make it harder for predators to sniff her out. This thought made her shiver a bit. The tarp could also provide enough camouflage should a certain person come looking for her.

With that thought, she almost did something really stupid and continued hiking on through the night. Instead, right at that moment, she came upon a huge, nice, and fat pine tree. It met all the requirements. She started to lift up the under branches and found a nice, almost totally dry space. She set up her little sleep spot.

She unrolled her sleeping bag, just as it started to rain again. Well, she did love the sound of rain when she was trying to sleep. She reached in her backpack and got out a granola bar.

Kathy got up at two in the afternoon the next day. She read Nova’s note and tossed it into the garbage. She grabbed her bottle of Jack that was next to the note and headed to the living room to watch her soaps.

She didn’t give Nova or anyone else another thought as she drank her breakfast. She decided that perhaps she would go through Nova’s room and look for money again. It was a small fucking room, where the hell does she hide it?

If that little bitch doesn’t start coughing up some money, Kathy was going to make sure that James takes it out on her body instead. That should be enough incentive for her to be generous.

What she did though, was exactly what Nova said would happen: she drank herself into unconsciousness right there on the couch, everything forgotten.

Sheriff Avery was having a really good day. He had no idea that an FBI agent was setting up shop at the local motel, nor did he think that any evidence would ever be found.

He was really wrong. His day was about to go bad as he pulled up to the motel to get some snacks and coffee for the road. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t take any notice of the sedan. It was parked down the drive next to cabin 3.

The desk clerk didn’t say anything to him as he got what he wanted. Sheriff Avery was under the impression that everyone loved him, but no one liked him except for the drug addicts that were quickly increasing.

At first, when it was just a town issue, no one gave a crap. It, however, quickly became a rural neighborhood issue; people were not blind. The clerk thought that perhaps Mr. FBI in cabin 3 will do something about the problem that the Sheriff has become.

The clerk waited for the Sheriff to drive off. He decided he was going to talk with his guest in cabin number three and let him in on a few things.

Jack and Brutus were out further than they usually go; something was driving them onward. They thought about going back to their camp for the night. They were both reluctant to leave. It was raining, and night was coming quicker with it. That wasn’t a problem for them.

The problem was not understanding what was driving them to keep pushing on. That was when Brutus stopped them in their tracks.

“Jack, you don’t suppose that we are chasing our mate?”

“Brut, why would our mate be out here in the middle of nowhere, in the pouring rain?”

“I don’t know, dumbass. Maybe she is a shifter like us. Maybe she likes the outdoors. Maybe is all we are going to have if you don’t start moving.”

With that, Brutus took over while Jack pondered this new revelation. Could it be after all this time? Still, something doesn’t feel right. Perhaps it is our mate, perhaps our mate is bringing trouble with her.

“Well, Brutus, we do seem to find trouble all the time, don’t we?”

“Yeah, at least though, if she is our mate, I won’t mind taking care of her problems.”

“Brutus, you’re a perv, you know that.”

James loved the chase. This one was a screamer. It made it more exciting in some ways, and in others, it made it a bit tedious.

Once he was sure she had a good head start, he stripped off his clothes and shifted into his bear. His bear was a bigger pervert and killer than he was. That was why they were perfect for each other.

His bear was a black bear named Mac. His bear had always been crazy, as far back as James could remember. He taught James how to hunt for fun, and he also taught him to kill for pleasure.

Mac enjoys snacking on the victims when he catches them. He keeps them alive though, for James, unless it was a hit. Then James just lets Mac do as he pleases. No one will ever find those bodies, unless they find the massive shit piles that Mac leaves when he is done.

James, though, was the one who thought about keeping the trophies, kinda like putting a deer head in your living room. He found that the ears on the females were so sexy. He also liked to collect the males' eyes. He loved that all they could do was watch.

He loved making them watch, to the point that he had three jars of eyes. One he kept at home in his shrine. The other two he kept at his play cabin.

He decided that they waited long enough. They sniffed her out pretty quickly. The only problem was that the bitch ran up a tree. Even though he was a black bear, he was really huge. It made it hard to climb a tree too far; his weight could cause branches to snap.

So they worked as a team instead. Mac climbed up as high as it was safe for them, they shifted back into James, and he climbed up after their prey. Stupid bitch was going to pay for running him up a tree to get her in the fucking pouring rain.

That was when the little bitch did the unexpected. Realizing that she had no way out, she jumped and fell to her death. This pissed off both James and Mac. How dare she deny them their fun!!!

When James got back out of the tree, they went over to the bitch. She was dead; no need to check. Her head was smashed on a rock. Her eyes were open and empty. Death had already claimed her.

James let out a roar of rage as he repeatedly kicked the bitch. He changed back into Mac, and he let him eat all he wanted of her. He claimed no trophies; she wasn’t worthy.

Once Mac was done, James took over and dragged what was left of her into a premade hole they had just for such occasions.

Still pissed off, they went to their play cabin and shut the door. At least they have the tapes and videos to look back on. James always got off on that stuff. The screaming was a real turn-on for him. Mac was too full to care about any of that.

He still had some time to find a new play toy, just enough. He didn’t want to be away for too long. Kathy said she was going to have a surprise waiting for him. It was their anniversary. He doubted that that old hag could come up with a good surprise, but he was willing to find out, though. Sometimes even bad surprises could become something entertaining.

Maybe the surprise was her juicy daughter, Nova. That thought made him more excited to get home. Still, he needed to have some more fun. If he does, then he could take his time with his little juicy surprise.

He was already imagining what it will be like to have all that raven black hair in his fist, watching those big green eyes look on him in fear. Since it was their anniversary, perhaps he should be generous and let Kathy watch.

When she wouldn’t stop nagging him on where he was or what he was doing, he brought Kathy to his trophy shed. He expected her to be horrified; instead, she asked if she could pick out a pair of earrings for her upcoming birthday.

He very generously allowed her to pick out two pairs. She took them off the ears herself. He had also picked out a nice necklace he had in one of his jewel boxes for her to give to Nova on her birthday as well.

He was kinda proud that he had such an understanding wife. Not only that, but each time she wore the earrings or Nova her new necklace, he would smile at the memories it would bring back to him.