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Call of the wild	By : fusedtwilight Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 3120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Call of the wild: Chapter one
Working at the zoo

fusedtwilight: Like I said I now have microsoft word and a beta. I am also re-writing the chapters so there arnt any continuty errors. I will also be adding infermation so the chapters will be a bit longer.

It was an average midsummer’s night at the zoo. Not the Zoo where you take your kids to look at the lions, tigers, and bears. Of course the Zoo I worked at had lions, tigers, and bears in a certain sense. The Zoo was also the name for a local restaurant/bar that's most common customer’s were lycanthropes. Humans came as well but not many. We also got vampires, they were fewer than the were's but more than the humans. Usually it was a vamp with their furry blood donor, or vamps coming to just hang out with friends. Surprisingly we allowed vamps to drink blood from their donors, but it had to be in a private section. Imagine hearing blood drinking or no blood drinking.

My boss Jeremy owned the place. He was a werewolf and one of the local pack members. He was tall, about 6'3, and he had grey eyes and platinum blond hair. He was twenty-seven years old and had been open for three years now. I had been working for him for three month's now, and he was the only person who knew that I wasn't twenty-one but sixteen. I looked a little old for my age I admit, but it was dead useful when you’re on the run. He, like every other Were felt a certain pull to me when I came into the interview. At first he thought I was another Were, which happened with the other were's, imagine his surprised when he brushed his beast with mine to discover I was human but attracted his beast anyway.

His beast brushing against me activated my power which I constantly struggle to keep contained, but the problem is that when you’re a psychic of any kind you have to use the power otherwise it builds and builds until it activates without you ever knowing. His beast brushed me and I remember the smell of pine, forest and the familiar smell of pack, and he shifted. I had accidentally called his wolf, not a good way to make an impression. I had apologized profusely and even offered to work for free (You would to if you had a pissed off Werewolf in front of you). He had asked what I was and I had no choice but to explain my power and to tell him why I was in hiding, and if he told anyone he risked exposing me. He took pity on me for which I am eternally grateful, and the job was mine.

He found that having a worker who could calm the beasts of his fellow customers was very useful. Like I said we’re also a bar so sometimes the furry drink more than what they should and get a little rowdy. And by rowdy I mean claws, teeth, and fur rowdy. It was the day after the full moon which was the busiest time of the month, as all the shifters were coming for the morning after meal. Tonight was very full so to say I was a little overwhelmed was an understatement. Sometimes if I was around one too many shifters and they weren’t bothering to hide what they were and were casually letting loose their metaphysical energy it played havoc on me, I got all dizzy and distracted because my power would struggle to open up and bask in the glory of the energy around it.
I would sometimes let my shield down a little just so I would let it feast and I would work better. Truthfully it was a little risky because one of the shifters might notice and take an interest in me. Luckily I had been trained by a vagmore to shield myself properly. I was working over time because my bitch of a slumlord had raised the rent on my apartment. Jeremy had offered to let me live with him but I refused. A. it would be inappropriate and B. I didn't want to be a bother. I was on my way to the kitchen with an order when I saw two of my favorite wolf girls. Sylvie and her girlfriend Gwen. Gwen was a therapist, she is a very smart and intense person, when she wasn't in professional mode she could be very blunt and a name caller. She and Sylvie was Geri or the third in charge of the local wolf pack, as a human she was an insurance executive. It was funny Sylvie was rather violent and very dominant and Gwen was very level headed and patient, like they say opposites attract.

"Hello ladies." I said walking up to them. They smiled when they saw me, even though they were a couple Sylvie and I, would make funny banter back and forth. They didn't know that I knew they were wolfs. Just because the zoo was a hot spot for the furry doesn't mean that they are open about it. Gwen being a therapist would have been fired if it was made public. It was illegal to discriminate but the furry always found themselves on the cutback list if they went public. I never told them I knew. were's could be very protective of there secret and I didn't want to make any were's shit list. especially Sylvie's. One of my guilty pleasures was to know who was a were when they didn't know I knew. I mean a shrink and an insurance executive who were lesbian lovers.

"Hey Dave how's it going?" Sylvie asked.

"Oh same old same old, want an escort to a table?" I asked, we got along so well I usually weighted for them.

"No actually we’re here with more people, party of seven with a Zeeman." Gwen said.

I knew the name Zeeman, Richard Zeeman was the local ulfric or wolf king of the Thronos Rokke Pack. He was a teacher at a high school and was in the closet about his furriness, not many parent would like their kids being taught by someone who turned furry once a month. I knew he was king from the first time I laid eye's on him. He just exuded power and dominance, but there was something about him I couldn't describe it was like I felt he had some weird metaphysical connection to someone else and through that someone another. I knew it was a vampire and his human servant, that would make Richard an animal to call. Thereby making him a member of a triumvirate, being raised by a wolf pack was so useful. Jeremy later explained that Richard was bound to the master of the city Jean-Claude, and my idol Anita Blake the vampire executioner

The Zeeman table had the wolf king himself and some of his more dominant wolfs. My only guess was that they were discussing important pack business, none of my concern I gave up pack business month's ago. I escorted the couple to the table. They were only waiting for Gwen and Sylvie. As per usual all the furry's here tonight weren't hiding their energy that included Richard and his table. I felt a little light headed as I felt my power push against my shields and try to drink in more of the energy around us.

"You okay?" Gwen asked.

"I'm okay." I said smiling at her. "I'm working overtime, and am exhausted.” I said.

"Need me to pay the old hag a visit?" Sylvie asked with a grin.

"Syl what would people say if you came to my rescue, saving me from the evil slum ogre, people think we have something." I said pretending to blush.

They all laughed at that and I took all their orders. One of the reasons why we did so well was because lycans had quite the appetite, and here they could be themselves and not have to hide their furry selves. We had a mixture of wolfs, leopards, hyenas, snakes, and an assortment of beasts, all letting loose that wonderful metaphysical energy. I felt my gift pulse. And I stopped where I stood. I closed my eye's and focused I strengthened my shields and took in just a tad bit more energy then I should have, but I needed to get myself together. I hadn't been lying to Gwen when I said I was tired. Add That plus my power trying to leech off of all the meta-energy in the room and making me woozy in the process. I needed a break.

"Dave." I heard Jeremy call out. I opened my eye's and looked to the bar there Jeremy was looking at me with a worried expression. "Can I speak to you in my office please?".

I sighed in relief, he had used the P word. If Jeremy asked you to his office with please you weren’t in trouble
"Sure, coming." I called back. I proceeded to follow him behind the bar to his office. It had a window that was behind the desk, the blinds on it was closed. His desk was wide and wooden, a painting hung on his wall showing a wolf howling at the moon during winter. He had a picture of his family on his desk, his mother and his father and little sister. I knew it was before his attack, because his parent's rather believe their son dead then admit him a werewolf. He sat down in his chair and waved a hand in front inviting me to take a seat.

"How are you doing Dave?" He asked

"I'm fine." I lied.

"Dave." He said sternly, damn enhanced sense's.

"Look I’m fine I’m just a little over whelmed by all the furry energy out there, I’m fine." I stressed.

“You know you overwork yourself Dave." He said closing his eye's.

"I need the money, rent isn't cheap, and neither are groceries." I said.

"I don't see why you don't move in with me." He said, he looked after me like a big brother, sometimes it was cool, other time's it was annoying.

"And I told you I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I’m twenty-one."

"Your sixteen!" He said.

"Yeah but my fake I.D says I’m twenty one." I said grinning.

He gave me a stern look and then he sighed, "Look your my best worker, and you’ve been putting in a lot of hours, so I’m going to give you the whole week off."

"WHAT!" I screeched.

"Look I need you at your best I mean look at you your exhausted, besides you got a job at the county Zoo."

"Yeah but they don't pay as well."

"I thought you loved to work there?"

"Yeah but loving animals doesn't put food on the table you know."

"I'm sorry but my word is final you get all next week off and that's that okay?"

"Okay." I sighed in frustration.

"Now do you honestly think that you can handle tonight there's a lot of shifters out there.

"Yeah, yeah it's cool." I left the office to continue my rounds I could do it honest, I mean what could happen in one night. Dumb question

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