Wednesday has once again rolled around and once again, I have a new-word snippet to share. Oh! Guess what!?!? This week’s snippet took top honors in last week’s Thursday Threads! FYI, this is the longer version. I’ve added about 100 words for today’s post. #ThursdayThreads has a 250 word limit. The prompts last week were “We can’t fake this” added to #1lineWed’s **FERAL**. I mean seriously?!?! How could I not take that kind of inspiration and run with it. Also, Dalton was totally on board. Poor Loch is doing his best to rein him in. This is pretty much self-explanatory. I think.
“We can’t fake this.” Dalton was determined to put his plan into effect.
“Yer off yer bloody rocker, mate.” Loch was not buying whatever insane plot the younger man was brewing.
“Answer me this, then. Is he happy?”
“Like I’d know?”
Dalton heaved a disappointed sigh. “You’re a Wolf. You take one sniff know exactly what emotions are swirling around. I’ve seen the two of you do just that. Doesn’t matter though. I can tell just by looking at them. Jeez, if we have to suffer through any more of those longing glances they cast upon each other when they think no one is looking, we’ll all go batshit. Good grief, even the kids can see what’s happening between the two of them.”
“He’s bloody well moonstruck, Dalton. Let nature run her course. Kin’ll claim Meg sooner than later.”
Unable to help himself, Dalton rolled his eyes. “Or he’ll go feral in the process.”
Surfer Boy had a point and Loch could admit that to himself. He’d already witnessed the shenanigans Kin’s wolf had pulled. They’d only get worse as time passed. “So what is this master plan of yours?”
Dalton outlined his strategy and waited for Loch’s response. If his plotting had any chance of working, this had to look real.
Indignant, he glowered at the Wolf. “Why not?”
“You said it yourself. We’re Wolves. He’ll know she’s not really in danger.” He tapped his nose. “She’s cool under fire but we can still hear her heartbeat and smell the fear.”
“Then I’ll think of something else.”
“An’ yer a feckin’ tool then. If ya put her in actual danger, once he rescues her, he’ll rip out your bloody guts. I thinkin’ that t’would not make Duke happy with either of you idjits. Put yer scheming t’bed, Dalton.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do! Put those two in bed. Together.”
Yeah, and I just thought Wolves liked to gossip and meddle. 🙄 What happens next is exciting. At least to me. And yes, the next part is already written but I need to keep some secrets or no one will want to read the book. FYI, Kin wants to give Meg a “honeymoon” suite if he finally claims her. Doing the deed in a sleeping bag in a Ukrainian winter? Yeah, not so romantic. Writers, take the prompts and run! For all of you, nosy qustion of the day: Have you/would you in a sleeping bag? 😏
Sleeping bags would float away today!
Lots of rain your way then?
Congratulations on taking top honors! I love the shenanigans the guys get into trying to play matchmaker. They just don’t realize that their time will come as well. Never in a sleeping bag and I don’t think there’s enough room in them to make things happen effectively.
LOL and not to mention there are usually other people camping out with one, right? Besides, I’m all about comfort. 😉
I figured you might as adventuesome as you are. 😉