Lycan Contempt by S. Yule (reading fiction TXT) 📕

a cup took a tentative sip. “I thought the forecast caled for clear skies for the week.”

“It did. Why?”

“I don’t know. The air outside feels heavy, and the wind is picking up and getting colder.” She shivered again at the memory of the cold blast she’d received up her backside.

“I think your superhero senses are shorting out in the fresh air,” Joey said from the living room.

She smiled. “Maybe. I don’t know. I do know I don’t want to be stuck up in here in a snowstorm.”

“Everything wil be fine, Georgia. You’re such a worry wart sometimes,” Joey scoffed.

Joey came into the kitchen where Georgia was leaning against the counter drinking her coffee, poured himself a cup, and Lucy brushed Georgia’s leg as she got comfortable beside her on the floor.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, Georgia. Besides, we made a huge list of food and wil be heading for the store shortly. If we do happen to get a little storm, we’l be wel prepared.” Henry proceeded to read her the list.

After Georgia added a few things to it, she turned to place her now-empty cup in the sink to prepare for the trip into town. But as she turned, her elbow caught something on the counter and it crashed to the floor with a loud shatter. To avoid tripping Georgia when she quickly stepped back, Lucy jumped out of the way and promptly yelped.

“Lucy! What’s wrong?”

“Wait, Georgia.” Joey grabbed her arm. “It was my coffee cup. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have set it so close to you without teling you. Let me guide you around the pieces of glass.”

She let Joey help her around the broken pieces of the cup and quickly knelt to the floor in the living area. “Lucy, come.”

Upon examining Lucy, she found a gash on her front right paw pad. “Henry, Joey, does it look too awful bad?”

“No. I think it wil be okay if we clean it good and bandage it. She’l be fine in a couple days,” Henry answered after a few moments.

“I’m so sorry, Georgia.” Joey laid his hand on her shoulder

“It’s okay, Joey. Things happen. You can’t always tiptoe around me.” Georgia patted Lucy’s head. “Can one of you get me a rag, a bowl of water, some soap, and something to wrap her paw in?”

“Sure,” Henry answered.

Twenty minutes later, Georgia had Lucy’s paw cleaned up and wrapped with a bit of help from Henry and Joey.

“Thanks. Why don’t you two go ahead into town?

I’m staying here with Lucy. I don’t want her to be on her foot any more than she has to be for the next couple days, and getting in and out of the car might be hard for her right now.” Georgia got up with the bowl and leftover supplies and headed for the kitchen to clean up.

“One of us can stay, Georgia,” Joey said. “I don’t want you to be alone.”

“Me? Psh. I’m blind, not an invalid. I assure you I wil be fine here until you two get back. Don’t worry about me. Besides, I have Lucy if it comes to it.

She’l protect me from the deep, dark woods.” She chuckled as she washed out the bowl before washing her hands in the sink.

“Are you sure? We wil probably be gone for about three hours or so,” Henry asked.

“Go. I’l be fine,” she assured them.

“Okay. We’l hurry though,” Joey said.

“Do not hurry. Take your time and do not speed. I wil not be responsible for a wreck because you two are breaking your necks to get back to me. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mother,” Joey and Henry said in unison before they al laughed.

“Do you want me to give Lucy some food in a bowl before we take off? I put her bag of food by the front door in the corner,” Henry said.

“If you don’t mind. You can put it next to her water by the fridge. Thank you.”

Ten minutes later, she was ushering the boys out the door. “Get going. I’l see you later.”

“Bye,” they both said at the same time.

She stayed on the porch until the purring of the engine faded off into the distance as they drove away before turning to go back inside.

“They’re wrong, Lucy. We are going to get a bad snowstorm,” she muttered as she made her way to her room.

She fished her MP3 player out of her bag and carried it back to the living room before settling on the couch with a warm throw she found draped over the back. Lucy made her way over to lie down beside the couch. Georgia could tel that Lucy’s gait was off from her injury, but she was confident her companion would be good as new in no time.

“You’l be better soon, girl.” She rubbed Lucy on the head with one hand while she pushed the power button on her player. She then selected an audio book and began listening to the mystery unfold.

Kish had just finished packing the bags of groceries in his truck when the green SUV puled into the lot and parked beside him. Before the occupants stepped out, large snowflakes began dropping from the gray sky in a thick flurry. He frowned at the vehicle. It did not have four-wheel drive, and he didn’t recognize it as belonging to a local.

Must be out-of-towners. I hope to hell they aren’t staying far away . He looked at the thick, white flakes, which in a matter of seconds, had already coated the ground with a light dusting. The two men got out of the SUV as he walked around to the driver side of his truck. They both had medium builds, but one looked to be a bit under six feet with blond hair while the other was taler and dark.

“I hope she’s okay up at Frank’s,” the blond man said.

“She’l be fine. It’s just a little snow,” the darker one answered.

Frank. Who the hell was . . . wait a second.

Kish rubbed at the back of