"If the cold doesn't kill you, the wolves will."
NOT A WEREWOLF STORY
Book 1 of 2.
In which an 18-year-old girl flees to Alaska to escape being accused of murder & to uncover what happened to her uncle. Involves two gentle giants.
Completed. :)
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Chapter 18 | MOOSE
I wake up to my face being licked.
My first thought is: Oh my God, Vaughn is insane. However, I don't think that his tongue is enormous, long, flat, and...slobbery?
My eyes fly wide open as I quickly sit up. It's still dark out, meaning it's before 9 am, and before me in the firelight stands an adorable dog.
It's a huge dog, brown, and incredibly fluffy. Long ears, kind eyes, a patch of white fur on its chest. It sure looks like a Newfoundland to me.
And, the drool only seems to confirm and solidify that assumption.
"Oh, my God! Vaughn has a dog!"
I look around for the man, but when I don't see him, I go back to petting the sweet canine in front of me.
"Hey, you. You a good dog? Hm?"
I pat its head and rub its ears as it continues to try and lick me.
"What's your name, buddy?"
"Moose."
I glance up to see Vaughn standing at the entrance with a frying pan and a bow and arrow.
I'm a bit confused as to why he has the bow and arrow right now, but I just nod and smile, going back to paying attention to Moose.
If he were a black Newfie, he would kind of look like a black bear. However, the name still suits him. Moose.
Moose plops down beside me, partially on my blankets, but I totally don't care, because he rests his head on my lap.
I pet him as he sighs in contentment.
What a sweet dog.
My mind recalls talking to Roan about how knowing a dog's personality can give you insight into their owner's nature.
However, I don't read too much into it this time. I definitely have no idea what Vaughn is like.
Roan.
I wonder what he's doing now. Is he still in Chickaloon, or did he go back to his brother?
Is-
Wilson.
The name jumps back into my head in correlation with Roan, and suddenly I remember clearly now. That day when he showed me his license in his wallet. It read: 'Roan Wilson, Bounty Hunter.'
And this Wilson guy was the one John wasn't too 'keen' on.
I'm about to ask Vaughn about it some more before I see what he's doing.
Which is frying up some meat over the fire.
And, there's clearly only enough for one.
I notice that the sun is beginning to rise, and faint light is flooding the sky and taking away some of the forest darkness.
