Page 27 of Expecting The Unexpected

Throg gasped, “What? What the fuck kind of question is that?”

Shrugging, the doc said, “Seems like a reasonable one to me. You said that instead of saving your people you were having coitus. Did you sneak off with the man to do that?”

“Coitus? Damn that’s a prissy way to say it. What I was doing wasn’t so... clean. It was fucking... down-and-dirty fucking.” Throg hissed.

“Fine, if that’s how you need to see it, we’ll call it fucking. However, the question is the same. Did you sneak off to fuck?” Dr. Oleander asked.

Throg didn’t answer, but Krerr did, “No, he didn’t. Stok and I had ordered Throg to take the time off that we would be gone. He had been working for weeks nonstop and we wanted him to take some well-deserved and needed time off.”

Nodding, Oleander said, “Okay, Throg, you were on your own time. What kind of things did you normally do on your time off?”

“I’d do recon of sorts. The Nakaka were created to keep the people safe, and we had been drifting apart for decades. The Nakaka weren’t doing patrols like they used to and I wanted to keep up with the times. Things in this world change so fast, and it’s important to know and understand what’s happening around you,” Throg explained.

“True. Ignorance isn’t always bliss,” Oleander said, then asked, “Was it during one of these ‘recon’ things that you met the man you were fucking?”

Throg nodded, “Yeah. I had gone into one of the bars for a drink, and to listen in on what the people were talking about. What they were thinking was important in life, and a bar is generally a good place to get some answers. Corbin sat next to me and we started chatting, and he had me laughing and feeling... I don’t know, normal I guess.”

“In other words, you hit it off and wanted to be with him more, and get to know him better?” the doc asked.

Closing his eyes, Throg remembered those days, and how Corbin would tease and joke around, how Throg laughed more in that short time, than he had his entire existence. Throg had loved that feeling, and never wanted it to end. “Yeah.”

“So, did you two fuck that night? Was that the night of the attack?” Krerr asked.

Shaking his head, Throg answered, “No. All we did that first night was talk. However, I made a point to go to that bar on each of my days off. I found myself falling deeper and deeper for the man. The soft touches, the whispered words, slight kisses. We had been seeing each other for over a month before we truly touched each other for the first time. It was nothing more than a rub off, but damn... Anyway, once that started, we built things slowly between us, and I found myself falling hard for him.”

“You fell in love,” Dr. Oleander whispered softly.

Letting out a loud breath, Throg answered, “I thought I was. I thought he was... at least that’s what he said... but it was all a lie.”

“How so?” Krerr quietly asked.

Throg looked down at his drink, saying, “I had been working nonstop for over a month, because Corbin said he had to go out of town on business. I wanted to earn enough time off, so I could take him away somewhere. I wanted days with him, not just hours stolen here and there. I figured his time away was the perfect opportunity.”

“Understandable. When we’re in love, it’s hard to stay away. All you want is to soak up their essence and lie within their arms.” Krerr wistfully stated.

Throg scoffed, “I should have known he was playing me! I should have fucking known!”

Dr. Oleander... Norval... gently squeezed Throg’s forearm. “Don’t go there. Just keep talking. You were saying Corbin went away on business. You were planning a long trip for the two of you. What happened?”

“I was prepared to refuse Krerr and Stok’s insistence I take time off, but I got a message just before my meeting with Stok. It was from Corbin. He had said he was back and wanted us to get together. He said he had missed me... he had been thinking about our relationship and he wanted more... he was ready to take it to that last step... he wanted to...” Throg stopped speaking as his voice box seemed to lock up.

“He wanted to make love,” Oleander whispered in understanding.

Throg couldn’t talk, so he just nodded.

“Was that the night of the attack?” Krerr softly asked.

Nodding, Throg answered, “Yes. Corbin and I spent the night together. We had made... no! I refuse to call it that, when it was nothing more than a fuck to him! A means to an end. A way to get me and others like me out of the way, to leave room for an attack.”

“You and others like you? Can you explain that?” the shrink asked.

“It means exactly what it sounds like,” Throg snapped.

Norval held his hand up, “I’m not trying to be difficult. I just want to make sure I have the full picture of what happened that day.”

Throg let out another breath, and explained, “I didn’t find any of this out until after the attack, but it seems Corbin was part of a group of shifters working with the humans to take out the Nakaka. They had men willing to create a ‘relationship’ with the ancient guardians, and even some of the Nakaka guards.”

“The idea was to get close enough to distract everyone, so they would have easy access into our home,” Krerr stated, in understanding.