Aot Colt Novels & Stories

Alec said and Colton hugged him. "You're the best Colt"

I started to step through the open gate into the larger pen while sweeping the ground with my eyes. There in the mud leading through the gate, was a small strip of dirt that was an impression of the tire tracks of a vehicle. They were almost covered by hoof prints but I noticed them. I sniffed the air but didn’t get a hint of anything other than cattle. I looked back at where Danny was still talking with Bennett. Colt was standing there shaking his head in annoyance and turned to watch me. Colt was twenty now, but Bennett wouldn’t let him take over until he found his mate. I can't wait to see if he makes a difference for this pack or if he's going to be just like Bennett.

Colt POV The SUV hasn’t stopped for hours but it finally does. A opens the back gate and he smiles at us both, “Anyone need a potty break?” He asks in baby talk. I stop my eyes from rolling and 2010 nods, “I do, sir.” A nods and 2010 comes closer to him and he unlocks his collar.

Deets and Newt started for the lots to catch the horses, Newt very conscious of the fact that he was the only one in the group without a sidearm. Deets had an old Walker Colt the size of a ham, which he only wore when he went on trips, since even he wouldn’t have been stout enough to carry it all day without wearing down. The Captain had gone to the lots ahead of them, since it took a little time to get the Hell Bitch saddled. He had her

My wolf was growing restless; rain or shine, I wanted to be outside. After making a list of necessities that I’d bring in a backpack, Colt helped me figure out how to get the items. A paper road map of Coloradoa cheap rain jacket from a gas station in Dalesbloom, a bag of deer jerky Colt would put together ‘for a packmate’, an extra sweater—his. “I saw the gun on Catrina’s waist,” I pointed out. “Where’d she get it?”

Children in crisp uniforms streamed through the gates, their backpacks bouncing, their laughter filling the air. Clara pulled her car into the parking lot and turned to look at Colt in the back seat. He was wearing his new uniform navy blazer, white shirt, striped tie and clutching his T-Rex under one arm. "Okay, baby. Are you ready?" "No." "Colt—" "I'm not ready, but I'll go anyway. Because I promised Auntie Imogen." Clara smiled. "That's very brave of you." "I know. I'm the bravest person in the whole world. Even braver than a T-Rex."

Damon brought me books while Blaze glowered from the doorway. This particular afternoon, Colt was heading out. “Gotta do a club run. You good?” “Peachy,” I said, following him to the door. He turned to say goodbye and my eyes landed on the very obvious very large bulge straining against the front of his jeans. I couldn’t help it so I pointed. “Whoa there, cowboy. What’s that for?” Colt flushed with a deep red creeping up his neck but he laughed nervously. “Sorry. It’s… it happens. Being near you… it’s intense. And with the full moon coming up… the urges are… stronger.”

“Eating dirt’s part of it. But today we do it right. C’mere.” His big hand settled on my lower back as he guided me to the mounting block. Even that innocent touch sent a strange spark up my spine. At fifty-one, Colt moved like a man who owned every inch of this land muscles flexing under his worn denim shirt, scars peeking from the collar where a bull had once tossed him, he’d mentioned over coffee. “Left foot in the stirrup,” he instructed, voice dropping lower as I swung up. “Now ease on. Back straight. That’s it.”

“Why are we not using the light? There’s a generator, right?” “Those motherfuckers might see the light from a distance.” I stilled to the voice at my back, and as thuds of footsteps got closer. My heart raced in anticipation to see him again. I turned to face Colt, studying him—he was wearing Camo gear. “Where did you get that?” He discarded the uniform back at the lake when it got soaked. “I’m a very resourceful man.” He smirked, and that smirk alone made my blood pump so fast against my veins—I could feel the sudden rush that shot straight to my chest and neck.

The latter looked tall and slender, judging from the fact that his dirty white pair of pants seemed more bogus than usual. “You should bow to him, he is your elder!” The infuriated voice of Rhyder came again among the gathering but Damien chose to ignore him. He rather occupied his time by studying the looks of this man before him. Colt had a slim and long face with a damp-looking ruby mane, which fell all the way across the side of his face to the top of his coat collar in coils. His hooded eyes were the exact color of a winter sky, deep as an ancient well and looked as if it would never scare a child, when it really would. Overall, Colt’s facial appearance made it seem like he had never cr