The Howling *THE HOWLING* *By GILDA LILY* *A little something for Halloween...* It skitters along my nerves And I shiver as the wind blows. Doesn't he hear it? He's so intent on Dief He barely notes the cold. Easy for a Yukon snowman. Why did I let Benny Talk me into This noctural roaming? I should be in bed Under nice, warm blankets And Benny right beside me, Drifting off to sleep In afterglow, My cock up his ass, My hand 'round his cock, His soft moans Happy as he Snuggles back, Impaling deeper. But no, we have to trot Around the woods Watching Dief track 'n' sniff... Why is this my life? Mounties? Wolves? Okay, I know why, But all this woodsy stuff Is givin' me the jitters. Well, the moon looks good Especially shining on Benny. He's always beautiful But was made for moonlight. Again comes the howling And this time Dief lifts His head Ears pricked and ready. Thank God. My heart's pounding. "Benny." He turns, eyes silver-blue. "Yes, Ray?" "Don't you hear it?" "It's just a wolf." "Tell that to Dief." He looks and sees Dief coiled to spring, A low growl rumbling In a wolfie throat. "Oh, dear." "Oh, dear? What's with the 'oh, dear'? Benny..." But neither of us Has time to speak. Dief howls as we see The shape silvered On the hill. A whirlwind strikes And the world tilts crazily. My heart pounds As my head spins. I reach out for Benny As I hear Dief's battle growl. Tree limbs reach out And rake flesh and bone, Sharp teeth piercing And I hear Benny's scream. The pain/fear is ripped From my throat As I call my beloved's name And I touch hard muscle, Fangs gleaming ferally In silver light. Snarls and cries Echo in forest-blue, Screams mingle as fingers clutch, Torn lips whispering Words of undying love. And the light shines on Blood on the moon. Silence. The wind swoops down, Sweeping scattered leaves up Into dancing arcs. Off in the distance, Comes the howling. Return to the Due South Fiction Archive