Chapter 89: Eleven.

It had been four days. Four days, with several runs in her wolf form per day, just to chase off the randy tom cats loitering on her property. Colt had managed just two afternoons where she could escape life on Solaris, her horse, and the closest thing she had to a soulmate without the actual tethering bond of a mate. He had always been the one to first make her feel whole. To make her feel complete. When she couldn't shift he was the one to carry her on runs, giving her the freedom of life on four legs, that she had desperately craved. Everything about him settled her, from his smell to the sound of his whinny. Solaris was Colt's sanctuary.

Yet, even he couldn't escape the gifts, as he now had a new saddle, among other things. Thanks to a few of Colt's more persistent suitors, who had managed to discover, her interests didn't lie in the jewellery, alcohol or flowers, that even now seemed to keep appearing at her door. Despite, Colt's initial insistence on returning everything, to the business addresses they came from.

But, two days ago, all the gifts she had returned miraculously reappeared, without return information this time. Colt groaned, completely frustrated when this happened. Her lovely home was beginning to look like an Amazon storage warehouse. There were boxes smiling at her everywhere, though it was beginning to feel like they were laughing at her. It had even caused her the slightest flicker of thought to call Elijah, it passed as quickly as it came, but still the fact that it came at all, showed just how desperate she was becoming, and it hadn't even been a week yet.

There was one sly fellow though, Alan Cameron, a chap from that ill fated evening of Colt's accidental, verbal over share, who had even had a local farmer deliver two winter's worth of haylage to the croft, and ordered plans for a new stable block from an architecture firm in London. Just in case, Colt wanted Solaris kept at home in luxury over winter, instead of the livery yard down the road. Smarmy Git, was right on the money, with that gift, and she couldn't help it, when her eyes initially lit up. But still, that all faded when she had to deal with getting the farmer to return the feed, along with Alan's money, paying for his inconvenience, herself. Her plans did eventually include having Solaris on the croft, but first she had to sort out the house.

The house, which now had a new washing machine and tumble drier, thanks to another suitor, whose name she had forgotten, Something MacSomething Or Other. Of course, there was also the new three piece suite, getting chewed by mice, in her old byre, because for one it was hideous, and two, it didn't even fit in her living room.

This was all getting so ridiculous, but by far the gift that had given her and her cousin the biggest laugh, was the naughty crotchless red lingerie set, with matching handcuffs and a glittery vibrator, that had arrived on Saturday morning with the post. It was so beyond creepy, that Colt and her cousin, burned them all ceremonially on Saturday morning, after debating whether it was meant as a promise of a fufilling sex life, or an apology for the threat of a shit of one.

Thankfully, Colt had also managed to escape the men, for her job interview, successfully picking up some evening shifts at The River's End Pub. But, when she returned she could smell the men loitering around once again. By the time she had parked up, she could hear them hissing, and fighting with one another around her sixty acre croft. This was ridiculous, and Colt needed help.

There were two people she wanted to get advice from more than anything. But, she kept putting off calling them, as well as not answering their calls, which she knew meant she was only digging herself a bigger hole. Her Mom was going to kill her anyway, maybe she could use it as a grave.

By the fifth day though, things changed again. Colt opened her bedroom window that morning, only to find a tent pitched on her front lawn.

"You have got to be, fucking kidding me." She growled.

Colt flew out of her bedroom after she put on her leggings and a long loose jumper, but when she reached the bottom of the stairs she stopped suddenly, then turned around and marched back up them. Remembering the Robbie incident, suddenly she decided she needed a bra as well. These men needed no more encouragement whatsoever. Once she had re-dressed and marched back down the stairs she ran into the kitchen, grabbing the mop bucket on the way and filling it with ice cold water, then she was out the door, as quietly as a breath of air.

Silently, she took a deep breath and pulled up all the tent pegs without making a sound. Next, she unclipped the rods and poles keeping it rigid, and watched them, as they lost their tension, and fell flat with a thud on the mystery person inside. As the male started to grumble, she proceeded to throw the bucket over, where his figure could now be seen lying under the tent fabric. The close contact he had with it would render the waterproof membrane useless, and even if it didn't, the temperature would be horrific enough, Colt reasoned.

The silence was pierced with a shrill and upset voice, as Colt turned and got her hose from where it was attached to the outdoor tap. She then proceeded to spray water on the fellow, who was cursing incoherent words within the tent, as he tried in vein to find the zip, and clamber his way out, of the cold and soggy tangled mess.

After about ten minutes, the tent fabric ripped in half with a roar, and Colt instantly dropped the hose, astonished at who was there looking back at her, water dripping off his shaggy blonde hair. Then, she instantly burst into laughter at the poor man's expense, doubled over at the stomach in uncontrollable, full on, belly laughter.

"Well, that was not the welcome I expected, Kitten. What the fuck was that for?" He asked, approaching her to get his revenge.

Author's Note: Just a short one today, I'm afraid. Hope you like it though. B. x