Bonds and Brownies Part 2

Melody’s POV

I was aghast with myself; trying desperately to get my wolf back under control, but the animal side of me was not having it. It kept on licking and sniffing Teddy making him laugh. “Calm down, beautiful girl. I think your human side is angry with you.” His voice seemed to have some effect on my beast, soothing it.

I was soon able to reel her in and take over, but when I did, I realized all of my clothing was shredded behind me. Ah dammit! Now what am I going to do? I couldn’t shift back naked in the middle of the city! I rooted around the pile of rags, looking for something wearable, but to no avail.

“Can I help you, Melody?” Teddy reached toward me. I growled at his outstretched hand, making him hesitate. “I would never hurt you, beautiful.”

I huffed in exasperation, hopefully he wouldn’t take advantage of me in this state. Rooting around again, I found my purse and nudged it to him. He got the message and picked it up. Looking around in it, he brought out my wallet with a question on his face. I shook my head to indicate to open it. Teddy opened the wallet and my ID was at the front.

“Melody H. Swanson; 3021 W Street.” He looked down to me. “I’m guessing this is where you live?” I gave a yip in confirmation. I nudged the purse again for him. He reached in and pulled out my glasses and held them up with a question. I shook my snout no and nudged the purse again. Rooting around, he eventually brought out my keys. I yipped again and nudged his leg. Teddy began to stand up, but then a voice called over from the sidewalk

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Teddy’s POV

“Can we pet your dog?” The voice shouted from the sidewalk.

My dog? I thought to myself as I looked around. There on the sidewalk, about thirty feet away, stood two small children and their mother. I looked to Melody, confused and unsure what to do about the situation. Most werewolves thought it was an affront to the Goddess to be treated like a dog.

Melody let out a huff and sat down, looking at the children and wagging her tail like a dog. I guess we are playing along then, I shrugged. “Sure, you’re more than welcome to.” I gestured for them to come over and the children walked up quickly. They began to make over Melody, petting her fur and cooing over her.

“Such a good girl!” They cooed.

“Yes, she is.” I smiled to myself. I bet she could be my good girl, my thoughts turned to all of the things my good girl could do for me. I didn’t miss the fact that I could smell that she was my mate now. Alpha Scott must have completed the separation, which made me giddy. I had suspected on Friday, but her still intact bond did not let me really detect her.

Melody continued to sit still, letting the children go to town on mussing up her fur. “She is such a well behaved dog, what bread is she?” The mother stood by the children, keeping an eye on them.

“Uhh, a Belgian Tervuren. She was the pick of the litter too.” At that Melody, turned slightly toward him and huffed. I could tell she had rolled her eyes at that last part.

“It doesn’t seem like she’s a good girl with toys though.” One of the little ones pointed to the pile of shreds a few feet away from me.

“Yah, she can get really feisty sometimes.” I was enjoying the play on words, knowing that Melody could do nothing about it right now. But I quickly spotted a problem. If the mother happened to look at the pile of shreds, she would see a bright pink lace- just poking out of the pile. I stood up and stretched, then casually walked towards the pile. “Let me just clean these up really quickly. She is hard on toys, and littering is bad.” I bent over and began picking up the fabric.

Very nice I grinned to myself as I found the pink lace under the pile. It was shredded, but the Lacey pink underwear and bra were unmistakable. Making sure that Melody was still distracting the people, I pocketed the underwear and wrapped the bra in the middle of the rags.

“What’s the doggie’s name?” The smallest asked me when I turned back around.

“Ah, Rufus.” I said on the spot.

Melody huffed in indignation. “But that’s a boy dogs name.” The older one chimed.

“Yah, I’ve never been one for imagination.” The children pet Melody for a few more minutes before their mother told them it was time to go. They waved bye and took off.

Melody began nudging me down the street to the pack parking lot, when we got there I took the keys and unlocked the door. As soon as I had it open, Melody jumped in the front seat, moved to the middle, then crawled over the back seats to the trunk. She barked at me until I sat in the drivers seat and pulled the door closed. I could see her duck down in the back and start to shift back, putting her pile of shredded clothing on the floor next to me as she did.

“Turn your head forward, and for the love of Goddess, keep your eyes closed.” I heard from the trunk of the suv. I complied and turned my head around. “Are they closed?”

“Yes, they are.” I was curious what she was doing, so I peaked an eye open and looked in the rear view mirror. I caught sight of alabaster skin, and the side of one very supple breast before I saw her head turn towards the front of the vehicle. I quickly shut my eye closed again, not wanting her to see me peaking in the mirror. I tried adjusting myself in the seat, my member had become as hard as a rock with just that simple glance. I could almost imagine having her under me and those breasts bouncing as I would pound into her.

“Alright, since we can talk for a second, I’m going to shift back to wolf form as soon as we are done. I need you to drive to my address and open the door for me when we get there. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. The only thing I know is that you are in a biker gang that is in town and you are a werewolf like me. I am putting a lot of trust in you that I don’t really want to, so I will be watching you like a hawk until we get there.”

With that, Melody quickly shifted back into her wolf form. I could tell that her wolf and her were struggling for control. Obviously the wolf half of her was the one lolling their tongue to the side in a canine smile, while Melody was glaring at me through the eyes.

“Let me try to clear some things up for you while I drive and you’re a captive audience back there.” I began. Melody huffed at me in annoyance.

“First of all my name is Theodor Grave, like I said on Friday. I am the leader of the Grave Hounds biker gang. Most of the people I know call me Teddy.” It was a little far to her house, about thirteen or so minutes from the Main Street. It was going to be a decent drive there.

“My gang usually stays in some cities every now and then to resupply and rest before heading out again. Not a lot of us like staying in one place for too long…” I checked the rear view mirror to see if she was listening; her wolf having its ears perked up in rapt attention. I told her all about my gang and the wolves in it, that I was the a younger son of an alpha, and random things to pass the time.

We drove in silence for a while, I was taking in the views while driving. We were almost to her street now; the houses were further apart than directly in the town, it was obvious her house was just on the edge of the town limits. I glanced in the mirror to look at Melody. She seemed a little more relaxed. “Here we are.” I stopped in front of a decent sized two story house.

The house was covered in white vinyl siding with navy blue shutters on the windows. The roof was one of those copper color metal ones, making the house look like it could be on a postcard. There was a nice porch that took up the front of the house, and a brick sidewalk leading up to the door. A white picket fence completed the picture. I would have believed an older couple could have lived there if I didn’t know Melody had been married.

I got out of the suv and went around to open the door for her. Melody jumped out and headed to the front door. Hot on her heels, I had the keys ready in my hand. When I unlocked the door for her, she pushed it open with her snout. Melody darted inside and yipped at me. I watched as she nudged the door closed and disappeared.

I guess I’m supposed to wait here. I looked around and saw two rocking chairs on the porch and sat down to wait again for the second time that day. I hoped no one took my brownies I accidentally left at the bakery.