Hunted by the Pack
Hunted by the Pack: Alaskan Were
After a life-shattering betrayal Kevin opts out of human society to live on his own in the Alaskan wilderness. He soon finds that he’s not alone in those isolated woods. Someone, or some thing, is beckoning him to go further into the wilds. Kevin knows that this creature wants him for his mate. Does he dare answer the call?THERE’S A HUGE FREE PREVIEW AFTER THE CUT! (And please check out the author’s gay romance card game Kickstarter, too!)
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If you want to talk bitter divorces, I win the medal. I’m talking having your best friend tell you she was cheating on you, only to not believe him and kick him out of your life. Then to find out that he was right all along about a year later when it turns out the baby ain’t yours. The only reason I even found that out was because her lover got possessive and demanded a paternity test. I was still in a fog up until the results came back. I’d believed every lie she told me like it was gospel until that wrecking ball of irrefutable fact crashed into my chest. I lost the love of my life, I lost my best friend, and I lost my child.
After that, I was done.
Not just with her, with everything. With life.
I don’t mean I was suicidal, though maybe I was for little while, right at the point where things hurt too bad to let yourself think. I can’t say that if someone had handed me a gun at that point I wouldn’t have pulled the trigger. What I really mean, though, is that I was done with people. Done with society. If the person you trusted the most can do you so wrong, what hope do you have with the rest of the world? I didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone ever again.
So I plotted my escape. I had to settle the bullshit first. The divorce. The painful chore of separating yourself from who you thought was your soul mate. It was like pulling apart a snagging zipper. Every chink represented a bank account that had to be closed, an insurance policy that had to be canceled, a house that had to be sold. After that I had to disconnect myself from society. Sell my roofing business. Sell my car. Get rid of all the shit weighing me down.
If I had my choice I would have run the second after I learned little Joseph, apple of my eye who I thought had my grandfather’s strong chin, wasn’t my baby. But I ain’t dumb. I was going to do it right, with money and a plan. I was going to make my escape work long-term.
And I think it was good, that year of preparation. It put my head in a better place for when I finally left. Having a goal kept me going. When I finally got on the plane for Alaska I actually felt happy. The old life was gone. It was a new beginning. This time no one would be able to hurt me.
What was the plan? Well, that went back to my childhood. I met my grandpa exactly one time. I was eight years old and my mom insisted I meet her parents before they died. It was a big pain in the ass to get to them. They had optioned out of society in their fifties and set up a homestead in northern Alaska. To get to them you had to fly to Fairbanks, take two bush planes, and then hike 16 miles. At the end of the trail was their one room log cabin surrounded by mountains of firewood, a fish smoker, a rack for stretching hides, and a shed full of metal traps and fishing gear.
The summer I spent with them was the best one of my life. It was fishing, hunting, trapping, and bonding with my down to earth grandparents who loved me with all their hearts. Grandpa treated me like an apprentice. I loved learning how to survive without a grocery store. I kept telling him that I would come back and live just like him when I grew up.
The next year he died, and my mom went up without me to help her mother see to things. My grandma came back with her and lived with us for about two years before passing away herself. She told me more about that life I loved. I remembered thinking about that beautiful cabin and all their things…abandoned. Just waiting for me to come back to it. When the shit hit the fan in my life I knew exactly where I was going to go.
But like I said, I wasn’t stupid. Grandpa told me a lot of horror stories about people starving, freezing, or getting killed by animals. His closest neighbor, 170 miles away, had eaten his dog team to survive the year before I’d visited. These stories still rang in my ears twenty years later. I was going to load that cabin with food and supplies to make sure I never had to come crawling back to society. I was going to make it work.
That’s where all my money went. First to get me there, then to buy my gear, food, and tools; then to fly all that shit to the trailhead leading through dense forest. I strapped as much of it as I could to an ATV and drove up the first load.
My last bush plane was gone, but I had a satellite phone with a solar charger. It was May and I knew I’d have a few months to fortify things before being locked down by a -40 degree winter. I wasn’t scared. I was ready. Invigorated.
When I was about eight miles up the trail I started noticing how quiet it was. It was well above freezing. There should have been birds or at least the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
There was nothing. The only sound was the engine of the ATV. I got a weird feeling in my stomach, like I was being watched. The willows and alders were too tight to see that far through. I still craned my neck. I just couldn’t shake that creepy feeling. It seemed to get worse the closer I got to the cabin.
I’m not saying the feeling subsided once I was there—but the homestead was such a mess I stopped being spooked and got serious. Part of the roof was caved in. The chimney for the wood stove was crumbled. All the windows were smashed and there were years of rodent crap and debris piled inside. I wanted to get to work straight away, but I still had four more loads to haul. Thankfully I’d prepared for this, but it was still a shock.
By the time I was able to move from my tent into the actual cabin, May had turned into June. Full days of good honest hard work made the time go by fast. I was feeling alive again with clean air and solitude. The new environment, with none of the sights, sounds, or smells to remind me of my grief, did wonders for me. Bringing the cabin back to its former glory made me beam with pride. I hoped my grandpa was overhead watching it all.
But then, I never got over that creepiness that I’d felt the first time I drove up. I still had this feeling I was being watched. I started seeing shadows darting through the trees from the corner of my eye. I kept telling myself this had to be the way of the woods. Isolation made the mind play tricks on you. One time though, I swore I saw something insane. The black outline of some animal was shielded by a half dozen alders. Whatever it was, it stood on two legs and was bigger than a man. I stared at it for a while blinking hard. I kept hoping my eyes would make sense of what I was seeing and I’d realize it was nothing. Maybe it was a bear standing on its hind legs? That didn’t seem right to me. Whatever it was gave me eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. As though it wanted me to see it.
I snapped out of my daze and went for my gun. When I moved back to brace it against the woodpile the thing was gone. Now I knew for sure something had been there because there was clear light streaming where there had been a black void of a shape before. I couldn’t shake my fear enough to get anything done the rest of the day.
The place was different from when my grandpa had lived there. It had been vacant twenty years and in that time a new atmosphere had come in. This wasn’t the joyful paradise I knew as a kid. It had gotten dangerous…macabre even. It was like my playground had grown up while I was gone.
Thankfully I’d grown up, too. I wasn’t going to let a Bigfoot or anything else ruin my dream. I still loved it here. I loved shouting, “I’m alive!” at the top of my lungs with no one around to hear me. Hell, I even loved shitting in the outhouse. Who needs plumbing? Plumbing comes with a bill. Bills require an income. Making money means you have to deal with society. You have to open up your shirt, bare your heart, and draw a target on it. The Hell with that. I was free out here.
In the middle of June it got warm enough to skinny-dip in the lake. I scrubbed myself clean and then lay on the bank in the sun. While I was lying there, perfectly relaxed, my thoughts started to wander. For over a year my sexual desire had gone to zero. I couldn’t get hard without thinking about Lisa, and how she’d been fucking around on me. Taking another man’s seed. Spawning his brat. This, after how I’d shared my life with her, provided for her, loved her as much as any man could.
Anyway, I shoved thoughts of her out of my head, and just thought about sex. A hot mouth on my dick, tugging and sucking, taking me all the way to the root. I got good and swollen, but didn’t touch my cock yet. First I played with my nipples. My fingers teased them into hard buds, then I pinched and plucked at them. I bit my lower lip and let out hisses of pleasure. The dormant flesh had come alive again.
My cock grew hard enough to curve toward my belly. I still kept my hands off it. It had been so long I would explode fast. I wanted to savor it. I ran my hands up and down my naked body, letting my thoughts run wild. My asshole clenched and my cock gave a little lurch. A droplet of precum trickled onto my belly.
I rubbed my hands over my groin and then cupped my nuts. Fuck—my dick was throbbing now. Pulsing along with the beat of my heart. I massaged my testicles with one hand, and rubbed underneath them with the other. Now I was wincing. Soft little moans were coming out of my lips. A prickly pre-orgasmic tickle was coming from the inside of my cock outward. My body curled upwards.
“Ohh, yeah.”
I rubbed under my nuts hard, loving the sublime pleasure throb that had my asshole clenching. The prickly feeling in my shaft got to be too much. I seized my cock and yanked out a powerful orgasm. I could feel my cock convulsing in my hand. My stomach cramped with each hot spasm. I shouted my grunts. A huge load was getting painted on my belly—my cock just wouldn’t quit. Hard, shattering spasms of pleasure brought me to a whimper. Even when I was out of juice my cock kept seizing. Clenching tight with ecstasy, then releasing.
I finally collapsed back while gasping for breath. It took a while for my chest to stop heaving. My dick still gave off little twitches that made my stomach lurch.
When my breathing steadied I realized it still sounded loud in my ears. I opened my eyes. Something was breathing hard, but it wasn’t me. I jolted to sit up and looked behind me.
I saw the head of wolf for a millisecond, except it was too huge to be a wolf. It turned into a black blur and darted into the trees. It had been right next to me!
Now I scrambled to my feet. Whatever it was crashed through the forest like a Buick. I could still see the blackness moving, though blocked by a thousand branches.
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