Marisa, Daughter of the Pack

The dark cloak surpassed even the blackness of the forest.

The trees and swirling snow made her almost impossible to see.

Yet he remained behind her. A man, stinking of whiskey and sweat. His thoughts were easily read. He meant to have her and ravage her in his drunken stupor. The fool had paid no heed to the rumors concerning her. That she had power and could do things. Marisa could and would protect herself. The path to her hidden forest home was not easily discerned or followed. Yet the idiot persisted. Marisa had had enough. She turned to face him. He stumbled, still clutched the bottle. Finally, he caught sight of her. A sickening grin appeared on his face. The booze addled mind easily read by Marisa. His prize stood before him. Another swig from his bottle and then he wiped his face with a dirty sleeve. His hunting knife slid slowly from a sheath. If she resisted, there would be consequences. Marisa had no fear. Rather, her eyes began to glow a bright yellow as she stared down at her opponent. He stood there confused at the sight of her. But he recovered quickly and moved toward her menacingly.

The howls that filled the dark woods were many and close. Too late he realized his error. The pack surrounded him faster than his fogged brain let him comprehend. Bared teeth and slavering jaws eyed him as the coming meal. All eyes glowed now, focused on him, the aggressor now become prey. The biting cold would have frozen anyone. Yet he now stood ankle deep in snow and sweating from alcohol and fear. The bond with the wolves was strong. Marisa clenched her fists and shot her arms out. The pack attacked in unison. The trees were filled with howls, screams and feasting. The cacophony lasted only seconds. There would be no evidence left on the forest floor. The pack carried it all away. The half empty bottle he had carried sloshed on the ground. Marisa picked it up to dispose of it. Her eyes began to return to a color as dark as the forest. The walk to her home continued without incident. It irritated her that she had happened. Someone thought her solitude made her an easy mark.

Marisa hesitated just before entering the clearing. No one and nothing in sight. She would have known if anything was amiss. A low fire still issued heat from the fireplace. It would take little effort to bring it to full life. As she did this, Milo the cat craved attention. He had been left alone for too long. Several items from the shelves littered the floor. Marisa chastised him as she rubbed his furry head. Reginald squawked once. He wanted to get fed. The crow bounced happily as Marisa addressed his needs. The cat and crow ate quietly now. Marisa reflected on her day at the Café. It had been busy enough and she was glad to be home. She liked those lonely moments, though lately they felt too quiet. She heated water for the bathtub. It was old fashioned, but Marisa liked to bathe and lounge in front of the fireplace. She may have even dozed there. The water chilled and it was time to emerge. The Café would be there in the morning with customers. Folks waited for her coffee. She had best get to bed.

The sleep was pleasant at first. Milo curled up next to her. The dreams she had were often nice enough. They showed her things to come, things past or varied possibilities. It was not always easy to make sense of them. Marisa had learned to trust the visions. They meant something, something new to happen. It showed a faceless man. A man with a rifle, a pistol and hunting knife. He wore some sort of uniform. This would appear menacing, but she did not feel this from him. He was not a threat. Instead, she sensed warmth and gentleness. Dreams faded and sleep overtook her.

Marisa awoke before dawn. It was her way. Milo would want to be fed. She needed to dress and make the hike to the Café. Patrons would want her coffee. They always inquired what made her coffee different from others. Marisa never answered with more than a smile. It was cold this morning and she dressed heavily and then the thick cloak. Marisa paused only for a second at the memory of last night's events. The stupid fool. She needed to get to her place of business. The Café provided a good income. Marisa would never be rich and that was not important. The forest and mountains had all she needed. Privacy, herbs and roots, and seclusion from prying eyes. The wolves always watched out for her and alerted her to anything and anyone that ventured to close.

All Marisa required was supplied by the general store next door. The store owner was nice old guy. Chuck slicked back the hair on his balding head each time Marisa came in. He always let her shop on his computer and orders as she liked. But it was always delivered to the store, never to her home.

The door to the Café was opened, the lights on, and the machines to life. They would arrive soon. The coffeeholics as Marisa called them. Morning espresso was prepared for herself and a large onion bagel with cream cheese. A few loggers tromped in with smiles and loudness. They always treated Marisa with respect and kindness, even though they were gruff in manner and appearance. They were good men. Not her type though. Did she have a type? Marisa did not know anymore. It had been so long.

Marisa tried not to dwell on the past. He had been older than her. A distinguished-looking gentleman, grey on the temples and quiet strong manners. The time they had spent together was pleasurable, until he began to learn of her "abilities." This he could not reconcile, and they had parted ways. Marisa always felt sadness at these memories. She had business to take care of and coffee to prepare. The memories were pushed aside. The lumberjacks threw back coffee just as they did whiskey, fast and deep. They had to get to work. Townspeople would be in attendance soon. Business was good all day. Who does not want hot coffee on a frigid day? Even in the summers, the weather can be cold. And Marisa's coffee was always in demand. It worked out well for her.

Things would slow down soon. The encroaching winter would make roads impassable. People would hold up until things were cleared or it thawed some. It was not a worry. Marisa had plenty to eat and things to occupy her time. There were her books to read, spells to study and if she liked, just sitting, and having tea with Milo and Reginald. Not a bad existence. The only troubling item was the dream. It meant something and she realized this. Each night the vision became a little clearer. Someone would be entering her life. Marisa found this unsettling but trusted her intuition and judgement. There was also gossip about a new Ranger coming to town. There was a connection Marisa thought maybe. No one knew a thing about him. She would have to wait and see like all the others. The weather warned of a storm approaching. This usually meant everything shut down, including her Café. She would use the time wisely. Marisa did not mind being alone. Well, Milo and Reginald would be there.

The promised storm arrived in all its ferocity. Howling winds and blowing snow blanketed all with a thick layer of pristine white. A gaze through the window showed Marisa deepening drifts and threatened to blockade her door. The wolf pack was held up for the duration as they should be. But who in their right mind would venture into this blizzard? Marisa felt sure that all was well, and she was safe. Worst case, the 12-gauge shotgun or the.30-06 Springfield mounted by the door are also good deterrents. She settled into her lavender scented bath and had a cup of hibiscus tea.

The storm raged for several days. Marisa kept busy with things. Because she was home, Milo thought it was for his benefit. He demanded ever increasing attention and purred loudly as Marisa rubbed his belly. Reginald was content to sit on his perch and be feed now and again. His eyes closed but ears always listening. Each night Marisa crawled under a thick layer of quilts and blankets. Some of them were incredibly old, belonging to her grandmother and Great Grandmother. They were treasured items. Marisa was like them, a Witch with power and knowledge. But she kept a low profile here. There were a few unsubstantiated rumors by a couple of so-called crazies. No one believed them. She was happy to be the "Coffee Lady." The drunk the wolves had taken care of. Well, that was an extreme moment, and she was in danger. Most would figure he just moved on to the next town.

The storm passed. The morning held the most brilliant cerulean blue-sky Marisa had ever seen. She had to observe it through the window, however. The door was blocked with several feet of snow. She could open the door inward, no problem. But what to do with the snow? Everyone else would have the same problem. Marisa would wait like all the others. The days did pass. Her home was completely spotless. All had been dusted and swept, laundry was washed, dried, and put away. Water had been easy to come by. Just open the door and take what you need. Not enough to unblock it, however.

Midway through the third day, the wolves howled. Someone was close and they were letting her know. The sound of a snowmobile grew louder and louder. Marisa could see the figure of someone swathed in a great parka and monstrous mittens. The machine came to a stop. The figure crunched across the frozen ground and deep snow, shouting. "Hello!!! Is there anyone home?" Marisa tapped on the window to gain attention. The face under the parka hood was also covered by a mask. Two piercing grey eyes focused on Marisa through the window. Then he disappeared. Soon there was the sound of digging at her front door. Whoever it is, this is going to take time and effort. Marisa made use of the time by preparing food and hot drink. They would need it as this was a lot of work and it was still very cold outside.

Marisa flitted around her little kitchen and the cast iron stove and oven began to produce a wonderful scent of ham and bean soup. As this stewed slowly, cornbread was popped into the hot oven. The sounds emanating from the door said whoever shoveled, was close now. Marisa moved the shotgun closer at hand. One must be safe and prepared. Several moments later, a knock at her door. Marisa stood at the stove and leveled the shotgun at the door.

She managed a cheerful and welcoming "Come in." A snow covered and dripping parka stomped outside the door as it swung open. Frigid air rushed into the cabin. Marisa could not see anything of his face. He was tall though. "Lose the face covering." Marisa said coolly. The shotgun leveled right at his chest. A deep booming voice emanated. "Okay young lady. Just do not get anxious with the gun." Marisa was not the anxious type. She knew very well how to protect herself and had done so on many occasions. First the hood was pushed back, then the stocking hat, and finally the face covering. Marisa viewed a weathered face that had been exposed to the weather often. Some lines on the forehead and around the eyes. His hair was dark with streaks of grey.

"Can I shut the door now?" He spoke. "It's warm in here and cold out there."

Marisa narrowed her eyes but answered.

"Okay, move slow. Who are you and what are you doing out here?"

Mittens came off, the parka was undone. The uniform of a Forest Ranger became apparent.

"Show me identification and move slow."

Marisa said flatly as her finger moved to the trigger. He reached slowly into a pocket and pulled out a badge and other ID.

"Toss it on the table." Marisa said with a bit more menace in her voice than she intended.

She picked up and looked at the ID. They looked official. Her mind told her the wolves were at the forest edge and waiting. But now the door was shut. "Lose the coat. You are dripping on my floor." She ordered. He complied.

The full uniform was now in view. He was a large and powerful looking guy, despite the grey. A faint smile graced Marisa's face. Yet she remained alert and wary.

"Can I speak now?" His booming voice said.

All she did was nod yes. The gun stayed where it was.

He spoke.

"I am Mike de Wolfe. The new ranger in these parts. I was told you lived out here somewhere. Damn it was hard to find too. I came out to check on you. You know, make sure you were still alive and all that. You got something hot to drink? I could use a warmup and that heat from the oven."

The shotgun was placed down, but still close. Anybody could dress up like someone official.

"That smells good. Ham and beans? Cornbread? Is that hot water? I would love some tea."

He seemed authentic. And she spoke.

"Yeah, the tea is on your right. Help yourself. The food will be ready shortly."

It also occurred to Marisa that she was standing there in her flannel nightgown, house coat and big thick socks. But he never said a thing, nor did he look at her. Marisa felt the wolves outside. They still waited, and not patiently. The storm had been long, and they wanted to hunt and eat. Were they going to eat here, or did they need to go elsewhere? Mentally, she told the wolves to go hunt. She was fine. The smell of Earl Grey tea filled the place. Mike stepped back with his tea and savored its flavor and scent. Marisa took that moment to ladle bowls of soup and take the cornbread from the oven.

"You want to sit down?" She asked.

Then he just did it.

Mike de Wolfe ate like a man starving. The first bowl he almost drank, the second was slower, the third, he took his time. A big chuck of cornbread with honey for each bowl. He had worked hard, she thought. Clearing her doorway. Marisa took some moments to look him over. Mike was tall, six feet, and five. A powerful and strong man made so by demanding work overtime.

He leaned back in the chair and spoke.

"Thank you young lady, that was delicious. I need to get moving. There are others to check on."

"Marisa." She spoke.

"My name's Marisa."

Mike held out a big, scarred hand and spoke.

"Nice to meet you, Marisa. You need anything else?"

Nope was all she said. Mike donned his coat and other items and was out the door. The snowmobile powered up and he was gone.

The rest of the day was quiet and peaceful. Milo desired attention and Reginald slept. Marisa decided tomorrow she would make the trek to the Café and open. Snowshoes would help. The kitchen was cleaned, the animals feed and the fire stoked for the night. Marisa lay there in the darkness and firelight, swathed in blankets and quilts. Milo purred softy at her side. Was Mike the guy she had seen in her dreams? It seemed like it. And how did he find her? No one else had ever been able to do so. She slept with lingering questions.

Marisa was up long before daylight. Folks had been days without the Café. Milo and Reginald were left with plenty. Several layers and snowshoes, Marisa began the trod to the Café. She had done it so many times, there was no counting any longer. There was movement in the corner of her eye. The four-legged chaperones. It made her feel safe. The Colt 45 inside her parka made her feel safe as well. So many things ran through her head as she trod. It had been a safe and predictable life for some years. The Café kept her busy and her home life was simple.

The Grandmother's had taught her that you do not always know why things happen. Or why people enter and leave your life. It is something you must take in stride. Her Grandfather had been a logger. A man as big as the trees. A man of the forest. Even then, he knew it was a place to be cared for and preserved. He was constantly planting new trees. Way ahead of his time. He had burst into her grandmother's life, swept her off her feet and loved her intensely until his last breath. Much the same for her Great Grandmother and her husband. The fact that the women were Witches made no difference whatsoever. When she was younger, Marisa wished for the same in her life. A man to love her for who and what she is. A man to love her endlessly, more so, someone she would love equally. But time had dulled that wish.

Marisa, Part Two

Mike de Wolfe sat cross legged in front of the blazing fireplace. The orange, yellow and red colors danced off his bare chest. The new assignment was the job of his dreams. Hugh tracts of forest and mountains for him to roam and care for. Good solid mountain folk to look after and assist. He had been raised in a place very much like it. Free to run the woods and mountains as a boy. He had been taught the ways of the outdoors by parents and grandparents. There were endless stories of the Infinito. A part of his heritage. Mike had learned to track, hunt and be one with the lands and forests. It was said he could track a white rabbit in a snowstorm. He loved it there and felt at peace. There was the pawâtamowin, the dreaming. He had learned to trust these dreams. They showed him a lot. The woman had begun to appear in his dreams a year earlier. She was a powerful, wise woman with strong medicine. The one that would make whole. The wolves are also a part of his dreamscape. He would run with them a part of the pack. The woman Marisa. Was she the one? He was unsure just yet but felt her to be a part of the dreams.

Mike wanted to see her again. People said she ran the Café. He liked her strength. Marisa had been fearless when they first met. The shotgun leveled at his chest. Not everyone could be such while dressed in a flannel nightgown and robe. Mike chuckled aloud at the thought of her. She was hospitable once she knew who he was. Necessary when the weather turns ugly. You find shelter with and where you can. He was glad he had found her home. It was not easy to find, even if the weather was not bad. Yes, a stop at the Café was in order. He wanted to learn more about Marisa.

The path to the Café was slow going after the storm. Many were busy trying to dig out from the blizzard. That was life here though. The open Café and the promise of Marisa's coffee were a hard draw. There would be conversation, tales of survival and how they passed the days of harsh weather. These people knew life here, how to survive, and better still, how to thrive. Marisa loved it. It was a place she could stay. The entry of Mike de Wolfe was a plot complication. It was not something she had anticipated. The way he held himself with a gun aimed at him. An easy-going manner and he had put her at ease. Not quickly done. Marisa was wary as a matter of habit. You cannot let anyone know who and what you are. As a Witch, even more so. Marisa found herself hoping he would stop by the Café. Such a thought for her to have. Was she being a silly girl?

The Café opened and the mountain residents streamed to it. The room was full of tales and stories. Marisa was moving quickly to accommodate everyone. But no one was in a hurry, and all were patient. Then the door boomed open and there he was, as big as the mountain and sky. Mike came in the door. He called folks by name, and they all knew him. Mike has not been here that long. How is this possible? Marisa could hear snippets of conversation. It would seem Mike had been going out and around to look after people and make rounds during the storm. They liked this about him. He certainly had done this for her. Digging out her door.

Mike strolled up to the counter and spoke.

"How about some coffee Ms. Marisa?"

He had remembered her name.

Mike's coffee was quickly prepared. Marisa slides it across the counter to him. He smiled at her with those grey eyes, lingering a little longer than necessary. He gave a hearty "thank you" and turned to converse with the local law enforcement. Marisa did not think too much about it. He was being polite. That is until he turned in mid conversation to look at her and smile once more. This Mike fellow is a very likeable guy. Marisa, like the others, found him remarkably interesting. But due to her dreams, even more so. She would have to think about this. Future dreams would clear things up? Marisa would wait. The morning began to wane. People went off to work or other activities. There was still plenty of snow to be moved. Marisa knew they would stop to warm up and have coffee. She would stay open longer to accommodate. She hoped Mike would stop by again too.

Marisa had been correct. There was a steady stream of visits all day. People just needed a break from things. But no Mike. Why did she think about him? Why did the fact he did not come back bother her? What is wrong with her? Twilight began to color the sky. Once the sun went down, it would be dark and cold quickly. She should clean up and close the shop. The hike home would be chilly. All things were accomplished. The light off and the door locked. The trod home began.

A single snowmobile roared from around the corner. Marisa could tell from his size, it was Mike. He roared to a stop in front of her.

He spoke.

"How about a lift home Ms. Marisa?"

Then that smile. She hesitated but then climbed behind him to put her arms around his waist. Off they went. Out of town and into the woods. He knew just where he was going. Oddly, there were townspeople that still did not know where she lived and could not find her place if they wanted. But Mike knew.

The trip home was much faster than walking. Mike's body blocked the freezing wind. The chaperones followed at a discreet distance. They arrived and Marisa hopped off. The door opened. She stood thinking, should she invite him in? But he made sure she was safe, nodded to her and roared away. The door closed and locked behind her. Marisa was lost in thought until Milo pounced on her. He was obviously upset about being left alone for so long. The shelves had all been emptied. Marisa had learned long ago. Do not put breakables on the shelf. Milo will get them. The cat received the attention he desired as well as being fed. The fire also needed attention. Soon it was toasty warm. It had been a long day on her feet.

Water was heated for the tub. She would lounge there in scented water. The fireplace and hot water removed any chill that remained from the outside.

The heat soothed any tight or sore muscles Marisa had. Relaxation seeped into every part of her. Her mind emptied of active thought and began to wander.

Fleeting scenes began to appear. There was the feeling of someone close to her. Someone she reclined on. A feeling of security. A warm summer day outside. Wolf cubs frolicked in the yard outside her home. The wolf parents lounged nearby keeping watch. There was a passage of time, but a remarkably similar portrait. The cubs had matured and were learning to be adults. But in Marisa's lap, a child. A little girl with steel grey eyes kicked and laughed. Marisa awoke with a start. The water had gone cold. The images still burned in her mind. What was this? But she knew. Marisa knew in her heart. This was an extraordinarily strong probable future for her and someone else. Mike?

Mike de Wolfe was headed to his cabin. The ranger station. The snowmobile was stored and gassed up just in case. He chucked to himself. Sitting there in the frigid wind and waiting for Marisa to close shop and head for home. So, he could swoop in and offer her a ride. Marisa had to suspect he did that on purpose. But he did not care. There was something about her. Something familiar, like what he saw in his dreams. There was a growing feeling in his mind and heart. Marisa could be the one. They had not done much but speak briefly. His family had raised him to trust his instincts. Something told him Marisa was different. He was not sure how, but she was special. There was a term he had heard the old one's use. What was it? The mind struggled to remember something. He would sleep on it.

The night of sleep was filled with images. Mike saw himself running with the wolves. They had a common goal. A cabin and a clearing. He had been there. It was Marisa's. What was her connection with the wolves? He had seen them near her cabin, but she did not mention them. Cubs played in the warm sun. The parents were nearby. He sat near the cabin. Someone sat and leaned against him. A woman. It was so clear and real he could smell her. Was it Marisa? It had to be. Later, noise in her lap. It was a child, a girl, with his eyes. A serene setting. Mike bolted up in bed. Powâkan iskwew!! What did that mean? It had been so long. He pondered this as he returned to bed. Something about being spiritual or a Witch. Sleep was long in its return.

Marisa, Part 3

Marisa stood and exited the tub. She stood nude in front of the fire to dry and warm. Dreams were a part of her reality. They gave her a foreshadowing of things to come. The grandmothers told her to rely on them. They were possible paths. The dream replayed over and over in her mind. Marisa absently dried and donned her nightgown. There was a child. She had never imagined such a likelihood. The prospect of a man in her life was overwhelming enough. A child??? Marisa had the sudden image in her mind of the grandmothers. They nodded in approval and smiled. Marisa went to bed, but not to sleep.

Mike lay there until it was time to get up. The winter days were busy. Lots to do, rounds to make, and people to see. He wanted to see Marisa. The dreams were significant. He knew this. But how to approach her? You do not walk up to a girl and say, "Hey, I had a dream about us, and we had a child together." Marisa would think he was cracked. He was not sure about it himself. Mike decided to play it cool and take his time. Maybe build a relationship the normal way, getting to know her and dating. There was the "Witch" thing as well. "Are you a Witch?" Is not everyday conversation either. Mike dressed in layers and headed out. Coffee at Marisa's would be a start.

Marisa was out of bed early. There had been no sleep. Milo and Reginald were attended too. Thick layers of clothing and her long cloak this morning. The walk was slow. The wolves were nearby. They sensed her discomfort and edged closer. Occasionally walking up to her to receive a rub on the head. They watched over her and made her feel safe. The only family she had here. She would see Mike this morning. How to behave? You cannot say to someone. "You and I are going to have a baby together. Want to come over?" Mike would think she was nuts. Marisa decided she would show interest. They would do things the old-fashioned way. One day at a time. The wolves parted with her at the edge of town.

The Café opened early, and this did not escape the notice of folks. They came for coffee and fellowship. The loggers, local businesspeople and other coffee interested parties. Marisa took care of them all. It was not long before Mike arrived. Long strides up to her counter.

He spoke.

"Good morning Ms. Marisa. May I have a triple espresso please?"

There was a softness in his voice this morning. Not the loud boisterous man of before. And so very polite. She gave him her best smile and a quiet "yes." Mike did not turn away this morning to talk to others. He remained facing her. Mike was interested in her. Marisa seemed to think so.

Mike thought to himself. Wow she looks pretty this morning. It was difficult to look at her without the influence of his dreams. He asked how things were at her cabin. Did she have plenty of wood cut? Did she need anything? How was she getting along out there on her own? Anything he could think of to continue the conversation. But duty called and he should leave. Mike found himself trying to think of an excuse to come in and see her later. An awkward silence now between them.

Marisa smiled at him and suddenly asked.

"Mike, could I make lunch for you today? We could eat together."

The smile blazing across his face was uncontrollable.

He responded gently.

"Yes, I would like that. "

Mike left the café with a noticeably light heart and smile. It was going to be a good day.

Marisa continued to get coffee out the rest of the morning. Spare moments gave her the opportunity to get a little soup and bread around for her lunch date with Mike. A date? Yes, she had made a date with Mike. He seemed so tender this morning. All she could muster was bean soup in her little café kitchen. It would have to do. They would have coffee as well. It had been so long since she had a date. The grandmothers appeared in her head again. They smiled and applauded.

Mike arrived at the appointed time. Marisa was ready for him.

They sat down together and had lunch. He rambled on about his morning, where he had been, who he had seen and all the other activities of the morning. Marisa listened quietly and smiled. Mike was a good man. He was all about helping others and doing his job the best he knew how. She liked that and had been on the receiving end of it when he dug her out after the snow. They made small talk. Mike wanted to know about her, what she did in her spare time and the like. She explained about her "studies" without mentioning "Witch."

That spring, summer and fall was busy with growing, harvesting various veggies, and herbs. Warm months up here meant preparing for winter. Failure to prepare meant failure to live maybe. The mountain people all knew this. Mike nodded in agreement. He had bailed out folks before that did not look ahead. Lunch was over and it was time to return to work.

Mike thanked her for lunch and company. Marisa mentioned they should do this again. The two of them smiled the rest of the day.

The winter progressed as it always does. There were days of blowing snow and storms. When it was bad, you stayed put, wherever that was. Marisa was lucky enough to get home when storms approached. And Mike always came around to dig her out. She always invited him in afterwards to feed him and let him warm up. It was a pleasant thing to do, but she just wanted his company. They have lunch together once or twice a week now. Marisa prepared food and they shared it and time. Mike was always a gentleman. Never pushy or rude. He had not even tried to kiss her yet. Marisa wondered what that would be like. To be in those huge arms and held by him. It made her giggle.

The approaching spring had Mike quite busy. Roads and trails would need to be cleared and made ready for summer and tourists. Tourists that sometimes did not know how to behave or be in the forest. There would be lots of patrolling to do. The watch for fire was always a concern. Summer was going to be busy. Mike was available to see Marisa. The time with her was special. He had been raised to treat women with respect and kindness. You do not ever force yourself on one or be rude. It simply was not done. Sometimes when they were together, he looked at Marisa's lips. They were fascinating to him. He often wondered what it would be like to kiss them. Someday, he will ask her. That is asked to kiss her. He would never do so without permission.

The thaw finally appeared. The mountain began to turn green, spring flowers emerged, and the snow disappeared. The open roads brought tourists and sightseers. It was a part of the economy here. Loggers would be busy soon. Mike would be busier still. He should have some summer help soon so he would not have to be on duty constantly. Most visitors were good. They came to see and experience the mountains. But you always have a rowdy one or two that cannot act nice. Most of the time they are managed and turned over to the authorities. Now and again, Mike had to deal with a raging drunk. His size and strength usually were enough. But once, he had to shoot a guy and wound him to take him down. It was part of the job. Or having to firmly tell people they could not have a fire because they were going to burn the forest down. It was the ones that do not think were the biggest obstacle. Another example. Stay away from the Elk. Yes, they are majestic and beautiful. But they are wild animals. Not some backyard dog you can walk up to and pet. Mike had hauled more than one injured tourist to the hospital.

Marisa has started seedlings in her cabin. The season was short most times, so she had to be ready. A sunny window gave them warmth and a head start. Milo was more adventurous in the spring. He had to be wary though. Eagles and hawks might make a meal of him. Milo stayed close to home. Reginald would fly around the clearing and get his wings back. He also never wandered far. Marisa had a couple of the loggers bring wood to the cabin. She did not mind paying them to cut it up for her. They were good and fast too. Though Marisa was not above taking an ax and splitting wood. The ground required digging up and compost. The free time of winter was gone. Things had to get done. The Café required time and it was her income. No slacking there. With Mike being so busy, she did not see him as often. And she liked seeing him. She should invite him to the cabin for dinner. Just dinner, nothing else. Well, conversation.

Sunday was the day Marisa got most things done. The Café closed. The chance of frost finally passed. It was time to plant. A variety of veggies and herbs. Fresh stuff always tasted so good. The herbs would be used fresh and the rest dried for later. When the days were particularly warm, she would sit with Milo in her lap and soak in the sun. It felt so good on the face and arms. Sometimes, when alone, Marisa would remove her top. That felt nice too. So many layers worn in the winter. To be naked was a treat. The sun was on her whole body. Wow!!

Marisa had some new visitors in June. The wolf pups had matured and weighed about ten pounds now. The chaperones brought them for Marisa to see. They were playful and explored everything. Milo was not impressed. Reginald found a high spot. They did not stay long and returned to the den. It was nice to have some company. Marisa decided she would ask Mike to have dinner at her cabin. Hopefully, he would be at the Café Monday morning. They would be alone. Marisa found this thought titillating.

Monday morning the Café opened to the usual crowd plus some tourists. Lots of talking and conversation. Typical for this time of year. Mike was late coming in for his coffee. Once in the door, he made straight for Marisa. She had his coffee waiting. Lots of smiling going on. Mike paid attention to no one else. Marisa had his total focus. The mayor came in to put up a sign. There would be a town dance to celebrate the summer. This caused quite a stir. A big get-together. A party with dancing and food and general fun. Marisa waited for Mike to ask her to the dance. She wanted him to before anyone else did. And someone would. Mike stood there looking at the poster. Several gentlemen turned their eyes towards Marisa. Mike also noticed.

He sounded awkward but he said in a loud voice for all to hear.

"Ms. Marisa, could I escort you to the dance?"

Everyone stopped to listen for the answer. She placed her hands directly on the counter and pretended to think about it. There was not one noise in the Café. Seconds seemed like hours. No one breathed.

Finally, Marisa broke the tension.

"Yes Mike. I would like that very much."

The place erupted in laughter.

Mike was incredibly pleased at her acceptance. Marisa thought a new dress might be in order. And a trip to the hairdresser. She had not done anything with her hair for some time. Other than wash and brush it out. It was quite long now. When she had some time, she would head to the local store and see what was available. She might have to order something. And shoes. She would need shoes too. Oh heck, while she was at it, just a whole new everything from head to toe. Her heart fluttered with delight.

The days counted down to the big shindig. Marisa had found something in a nice floral print. The top was a little low cut and showed her cleavage. She would be daring. What Mike would not see were the new underclothes she had. Black lacey camisole, no bra, and black panties. Thigh high stocking hugging her legs. Her hair had been trimmed a little but remained long. New high heeled shoes on her feet. Marisa felt sexy and pretty. Mike informed her he would come to her cabin to pick her up at the appointed time. The Jeep could be heard some ways off. Mike roared into the clearing and stepped out. He was in his dress uniform. Neatly pressed pants and high polished brown boots. The uniform is a short coat with brass buttons, shirt, and tie. Marisa thought he looked breath taking.

Mike observed Marisa exit her home. The layers of winter clothes were gone now. Marisa had her hair done up and makeup. The print dress swished and flowed around her. She had stockings or something on and heels. Mike thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped her into the Jeep, and they left for the dance. He could not help but view her from the corner of his eye. Marisa would be the most beautiful one there. He was certain of it.

They arrived.

The Jeep pulled up to the curb. Mike had no intention of letting Marisa walk from the parking lot. She would be dropped at the door. The mayor himself was there to greet everyone. He helped Marisa from the Jeep. Mike left to park the vehicle with Marisa in the Mayor's safekeeping. It was difficult to contain his enthusiasm. Mike felt he hurried too much to return to Marisa. He had been looking forward to this so very much. Mike chided himself. He was acting like a teenager. Age should have kept him from behaving like this. But he had never known a girl like Marisa. Then there were the dreams. The more he experienced them, the more time he spent with Marisa, the more he understood what this was meant to be.

Marisa waited patiently for Mike's return. Well, maybe not too patiently. She felt like a teenager once more, with her first great crush. Marisa told herself she was being silly. She was a woman that should know better. The more time she spent with Mike, the better she liked it. Then, of course, there were her dreams. They had become clearer with each passing night. She was almost certain it was Mike. Where is he? What is taking so long for Mike to return? Just then, he turned the corner. Look at him, he is almost running.

The great room was filled with residents and a few tourists. There were some town folks that had a little band. They did a variety of tunes ranging from Country to Celtic. Live music is always the best, Marisa thought. The band began a slow song.

Mike asked.

"Ms. Marisa, would like to dance?"

He held his hand out to her. They went to the floor. It was a little strange. They had not danced together before. They had hardly touched. Now he held her hand and a hand on her waist. When did it get so warm here? Mike's hands were rough and calloused. But he was gentle. They found their rhythm and settled into each other.

Mike looked directly into Marisa's eyes at the entire dance. He had an urge to crush her to him, but he resisted. It felt like he had two left feet, and they were not working. But they came together after a time. This was the most they had ever touched. Mike liked the way she felt in his arms. There were thoughts of never letting go. The music ceased and he did not realize until Marisa told him. A faster song began. But Mike kept hold of her hands and twirled her about as the pace of the music dictated. Marias's dress flared with the spinning. Mike could see more of her legs. Her hair flowed with their dancing. At first Marisa just smiled, but as they continued, it became laughter. Mike joined her with a merriment of his own. They lost count of how many songs passed. It made no matter. They were having such a fabulous time.

They rested after a time and only because the band took a break. Had it been that long? Mike escorted Marisa to some chairs. He offered to find her something cool to drink. Marisa sat there. Never had she had such a fine time. A shadow on the floor brought her attention. Marisa assumed it was Mike. It was not. She did not know the man. He must be someone from out of town or a tourist.

He spoke.

"Hello pretty baby. How about a dance?"

The words were slurred. He had been drinking.

Marisa responded with a polite,

"No, thank you. I am resting and catching my breath."

But he persisted.

"Oh, come on Honey. Just one lousy dance."

If she had been in the woods, the four-legged chaperones would have taken care of him. Why do they have to do this? Marisa could feel the wolves at the town's edge. She told them to stay put. This was not a place for them, they would be hunted and killed if they came into town. The drunk reached for her. His forward progress was stopped by a large hand on his shoulder.

A booming voice announced.

"The lady said no my friend. Why don't you find a place to sleep it off?"

It was Mike.

The inebriated fellow turned suddenly to throw a punch to Mike's midsection. It was as though he hit a brick wall. Mike smiled at him, but it was not a pleasant one. The drunk's shirt was gathered in a massive hand as his body was raised from the floor. Mike's other hand knotted to a fist.

Another voice spoke.

"We'll take it from here Mike."

It was the Sheriff. Mike put him down and let the authorities take care of things. They led him away. He muttered threats at Mike the whole way out.

Mike knelt in front of Marisa.

"You okay Ms. Marisa?"

She nodded yes. They sat there together and tried to relax and put the unpleasantness behind them. The band returned and music replaced everything else. Mike and Marisa danced away. Then the music slowed. Mike reached for her waist and hand. Marisa chose instead to fall against him. Both her hands direct his chest, his arms encircling her.

Mike had a good scent she thought. Manly and strong. The corded muscles held her tightly and she was content to let him. Mike tried to place the floral fragrance in Marisa's hair. It had to be something local, and he recognized it, but could not remember the name. They remained in their embrace the rest of the evening. Until the final and closing song. Mike put his jacket around her as it had become chilly outside. He went to get the Jeep. Mike pulled up and helped her into it. They headed for her cabin. A few seconds later, an automobile came to life. It followed Mike and Marisa out of town. There were five men inside the car.

A hushed and menacing voice murmured.

"Ranger boy is gonna pay."

Marisa, Part 4

Mike was in no hurry to take Marisa home. They had spent the entire evening together dancing. He had held her so close and did not want it to stop. They pulled up to her cabin. Mike opened the Jeep door for her. They stood at her doorway. Marisa wanted to invite him in. Not just for a little while, but all night. Mike kept telling himself he should go home. He did not want to be pushy. Then another set of headlights appeared in the clearing. Marisa and Mike both when on high alert. No one knew how to get here except Mike.

The wolves quickly sensed Marisa's alert status. They were on the way. Mike's eyes narrowed as he watched to see what would happen. Five men emerged from the car. Mike could see ball bats and the glint of a knife or two.

Mike pushed Marisa towards her door and told her to

"Get inside now."

Instead, Marisa stepped to his side. Her hands clenched. The five men spread in a semicircle.

The center man called out.

"Come on Ranger Boy, let's see how tough you are now?"

Mike strode forward and shouted back.

"You guys' best head back to town before someone gets hurt."

Mike's firearms were in the Jeep. No time to get them now. Marisa appeared by his side, a shotgun in one hand and a rifle in the other. She handed the rifle to Mike. The two stood their ground, side by side. Mike knew that they were outnumbered.

Mike said to Marisa.

"I told you to get inside."

All Marisa answered was. "Nope."

The five guys advanced to half surround the two. Mike and Marisa with the cabin behind them. They would not be totally engulfed. The four-legged chaperones arrived at the woods edge. Marisa's eyes began to glow yellow as the wolves. Mike saw the glow and turned to look at her. He was surprised but then, his dreams had told him, she had power. Then to his own amazement, his eyes began to glow like Marisa and the wolves. Mike could feel the minds of the wolves and see through their eyes. He had heard stories about these things from the old ones. But now was not the time.

The five slowly encroached. This would be easy, they thought. One guy and a girl. The fact that their eye's glowed yellow was unsettling. They advanced anyway. The wolves moved quickly and silently. The five were surrounded without knowledge. Marisa waited until all was ready.

She whispered to Mike.

"Give them one last chance or die."

Mike saw the wolves now. If they did not back away, there would be carnage.

Mike shouted.

"This is it boys. Go home or die here!"

The wolves began to growl and/or howl. This was the first the five men had noticed them. They realized they were now badly outnumbered. Two of the men began weep. Two others pissed themselves.

They cried to the center man.

"Charlie, we did not come out to be eaten by wolves! What did you get us into?"

Mike stepped forward in huge strides. Two wolves moved with him to the center man.

Mike growled in a feral voice.

"You four go. Do not stop, do not look back. They will know and kill you where you stand!"

The four men ran mindlessly. Death was on them, and they knew it. The one remaining. The man from the dance that Mike had lifted off the floor, remained.

Charlie stood his ground. He wanted revenge on Mike and was determined. Charlie growled, raised the ball bat, and swung at Mike. It was easily deflected. The wolves then took their turn. Charlie went down fast. Mike then ran with the other wolves to chase the four. They knew where they were. Mike could see with wolf's eyes. The four screamed the entire way. They were allowed to live. Who would believe them?

Mike and pack trotted back to Marisa's cabin. There was no remaining sign of the one called Charlie. The pack howled and pranced around Mike. He was part of the pack now. En masse, the pack disappeared in the forest. Marisa and Mike remained. Silence now as they faced one another.

Mike broke the silence.

"Marisa, are you okay?"

Her response was to fall against him. Mike folded her into his arms. Some moments passed.

Marisa softly said.

"We need to talk. Come inside and let us clean you up."

Mike gave her no argument. She led him into the cabin. Mike sat down in front of the fireplace. Marisa fetched a washcloth, towel and pan of water.

"Take off your shirt." She ordered.

Mike complied.

Marisa spoke.

"Okay so now you know I am different. Are you going to leave me now? I would not blame you. Before you tell me, I want you to know. I really have come to like you, Mike. A lot."

Mike took a deep breath. He needed to come clean about himself and his dreams.

He spoke softly.

"Marisa, I need to tell you. I knew about your abilities, or at least that you had something special. A part of my heritage is Cree. I was taught that when you have dreams, they are significant. I saw this and you in my dreams. I just did not know how to approach the conversation. I did not want you to think I was nuts. There are some other things I saw, but do not want to tell you. And to answer your question, no, I am not going to leave you."

Marisa's eyes were huge. He knew about her, yet he stayed.

She questioned further.

"So now what?"

Mike stood to face her and spoke.

"Marisa, put down the washcloth."

She did and looked up to him.

"We should have done this long before now." He added. "Marisa, I would like very much to kiss you now, if it's okay."

She gave no verbal answer. Rather, her face darted towards his and they met in the middle. The kiss went on for some time.

They held and embraced for more time still.

Mike said.

"I should go home now. The wolves will keep watch over you."

With that, he began to put on his shirt and jacket. Marisa put her hands in his and spoke.

"No Mike, I want you to stay with me and keep me safe."

The heels came off, the dress was unbuttoned and fell to the floor. Mike got to see what she was wearing underneath. Marisa was carried to bed. Mike lost his boots and pants and joined Marisa in the bed. Soon, neither wore anything. They wrestled and entwined in the bed as new lovers would. Exploring, touching, and kissing the other. It was extremely late when they ceased and chose to sleep. Milo gave his stamp approval by curling up between them to sleep.

Marisa awoke early as was her habit. Mike still slumbered. Instead of getting out the bed, Marisa looked at Mike as he lay there. She would need to be up soon and get to the Café. Mike stirred and asked what time it was.

Marisa spoke.

"It is early still. We have time."

Mike was a little confused. "Time for what?"

Marisa smiled in the darkness and spoke.

"Time for you to make love to me again."

There would be no more talking for a while.

Later they dressed and headed for the Café. They were just a little late. There were people waiting. A lot of smiles as they saw the two of them arrive together. They had coffee together and then Mike had to work. He needed to see if the four from last night were still around. But he did not think they would be. Mike leaned over the counter and gave Marisa a deep long kiss before he left. This brought hoots and cheers from the patrons.

Marisa asked.

"See you at lunch?"

Mike grinned and answered.

"Try and stop me."

They never finished the discussion about each other's dreams. Mike stayed with Marisa from then on. The pack was pleased Marisa had found a mate. The pack was happy to have a new pack member in Mike. Their dreams did come true in time. Marisa leaned against Mike outside the cabin on a warm summer day a year later. The new wolf pups played in the clearing. Mike and Marisa's daughter's eyes glowed yellow.

Thank you for reading "Daughter of the Pack." This story is a romance with supernatural elements, written to be atmospheric rather than explicit. I hope you enjoy Marisa's journey.