The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📕

with a blanket made from Yeti fur and she usually slept naked underneath. I stripped down myself and even though I wasn’t going to sleep, I crawled under the blanket with her.  She was naked and laying on her side, her backend end towards me.  I scooted close to her. I cuddled her, my member rested gently between the top of her butt cheeks.  I brought one arm around her and gently cupped a breast, while laying on my head on my arm.  When she felt my touch, she scooted towards me a little, wriggling her butt towards me.  She brought her head over to mine and we kissed.

She was soon back asleep, and I just stayed right next to her until she woke up the next morning.  She had big smile on her face.  We got up and got dressed and headed out to the main area, where the rest of the pack was already cooking the morning meal.

Mila was first to notice something different about Yura, I guess werewolves are really good at picking up on emotions and auroras.  She smiled and cocked her head in puzzlement, but it was Mylicous who spoke up first.

“Oh boy, brother, you look like you have something you want to tell us,” he said and plopped down the meat he was eating.

“That we do,” I said and looked over at Yura who was gleaming, “We’ve decided to spend our lives together.”

“Will you perform the ceremony for us, Mylicous?” Yura asked.

There was a shocked looked on his face, then a grin formed.  He clapped his hands together, some of the meat in his mouth fell out, “I’d be honored to do that.”

The rest of the pack, minus Amurka, who was still outside at the time, gave us hugs.  We all set down and ate together, Mylicous, Mila and Yura planning out the day, time and everything else that went into the ceremony.  I literally had no say in anything and felt left out, as much left out as Amurka.

As soon as the thought entered my head, Amka spoke up, “We should let Amurka back in, I think he’s learned his lesson.”

Mylicous gave Amka an odd stare, then yelled out, “AMURKA, YOU CAN COME BACK IN!”

Amurka must have been waiting by the steps, because he flew down them and the first thing he did was come in and hug Amka, who hesitantly accepted it.

“I’m so sorry Amka, I swear it was the wolfen side of me, you know I’m not like that,” he stuttered through his words. A thin layer of ice had formed on his hair and the longer stood there, the wetter his hair became as the ice melted on it.

“You’re forgiven, but next time I don’t think, me or my dad will be so forgiving,” she then glanced over at me and gave me a side smile.

“What’s that about?” Yura whispered in my ear.

“It’s not my place to tell, it’s hers. Maybe you should talk to her later.”

“Okay, I need to anyways, she’s changing so much, I just want to inform her of a few things.”

“Don’t underestimate her, she knows more than she lets people know about,” I said, I had a feeling whatever Yura was going to talk to Amka about, Amka already knew about.

The next couple of days were busy, apparently, I had to be taken to the land of green and hunt and elk, which was hard to do with a bow and arrow. It was all the men in the pack that went.  Tarkik, Amaruq, and Amurka circled out from Mylicous and me.  They, essentially, drove the elk in our direction. The elk was some distance off, but I was good shot.  The problem was all the trees, there were many conifers and some maple trees, they all were in the way. After thirty minutes with my bow drawn back, I got my opening and I took it.

Elks looked different back then, they were much larger than what we have now. Their antlers were coarser to the touch as well. I remember running my fingers over the surface of the antlers of the one I shot and thinking, it could easily take the skin of someone’s face if used in a fashion of torture. Mylicous took a section of the antlers, he told me it would make a good handle for my wedding gift.  We then quartered up the elk, each member of the pack took some piece of meat with them as we headed back to our boats.

Once we got back early the next morning, everything started zipping by even faster.  The elk was cut up even more, the women of the pack went to get flowers, Mila said she knew of place not too far from where we were hunting.  After they left, Mylicious took my measurements and started his work on fashioning me a robe for the ceremony. I was left by myself as everybody was hustling around.  I felt like I was standing still as everybody else sped past me.

I blinked my eyes and when I opened them, it was dark, and the rest of the pack had gone to bed. The fire was dwindling down, so I done my nightly duty and added more wood to the fire.  I took my normal seat next to it and poked at it as I had done over the years, many of times.  There was something comforting about fire, the way the flames always danced around.

I started thinking back, which was something I do too often. I thought back to Jesus on the stake, I thought of how I never got around to killing Pontius, then back to my travels with Noemi.  As I poked the fire a few more times, I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I looked up and there stood Mylicious, practically naked.

“Thinking about spirits?” he asked as he