"Hoi!" a male voice shouted at her from a short distance away. "Mai ha leen to poya!" It was Bran, Cela's mate. He seemed to be gesturing at her to go...back inside."I will when I damn well feel like it," Tabatha replied, knowing he wouldn't understand. So far, only Cela was able to retain this new language Tabatha used, and Cela was inside with the rest of the females.She was pretty sure that Bran wouldn't be as receptive to her 'mind meld' as the females were, so when he tried to grab her arm. I don't want her all upset and crying again when I get back."Second Voice, "Asshole."The scanner went dead.Hannah's eyes were wide. "I knew a fire was dangerous, but now I know how lucky I was that it was you and not them." Well," I said reaching over to hug her, "Now we know they are still around and hunting. Likely they are within two, maybe three miles. Hand held CBs usually don't reach much farther than that, and even allowing that our antenna might pickup fainter signals, we'll start. M. I made Kelly a batch of her favorite wine coolers (Lambrusco and 7-Up). By the time Saturday Night Live came on at 10:30 she had finished the whole batch. I cracked open a couple of beers and as I walked from the kitchen to the living room Steve walked in. “Hey.”“Hey. Oh man, I love Saturday Night Live!” Kelly was sitting on the couch. Steve sat in a chair and I joined Kelly on the couch. Now, I always enjoyed SNL, but that season was probably one of their worst ever. But, Steve, baked to a. It makes things easier and more comfortable. I hate chit chat, and these men could care for anything less. Now, left before me, is my prize. Confused and scarred. Running shoes, jeans, t-shirt, black hood. We'll take care of that soon enough. I reach out and pull the hood off. A moment of panic passes for Tracy as her eyes adjust to the light. Her beautiful blond hair is matted with sweat against her forehead. I'll have to have her cleaned up. Seeing me finally, she moans, beggingly, through.