Chapter 50

We stopped on the way to the Johansson’s and got a lot of meat supplies for the wolves, mostly raw hamburger. We arrived around 7:30 and put the meat away. Rags began barking immediately. Brigitte apologized before taking her clothes off, then shifted to a wolf. The next time that Rags barked, Brigitte growled menacingly. Rags went belly up, and bared his neck. Brigitte licked him a couple times, then shifted back. She picked Rags up and pet him several times until he stopped quivering, then she put him down and got dressed again.

“We have an understanding now,” Brigitte said. “Rags won’t be any more trouble.”

Rags didn’t bark the rest of the time we were there, seemingly happy as a clam to be bouncing from one lap to the other.

Conor, Melinda and Martin discussed Melinda’s mating over the next few days, while Brigitte and I watched some tube, our arms around each other. I was listening with half an ear. Conor was telling them he wouldn’t have sex with Melinda unti