Closer to the Heart

I hunched over the table at my workshop as I scrutinized the delicate details of the sliver of steel in my hand, carefully molding it into a tiny dagger. The pendant was a gift for my female on the surface, but it was much more than another piece of jewelry to give her. The idea had popped into my head a few days ago, still on edge that Throe had gotten so close to her. Even though we had learned of no attacks by those males against any females in the area I was still skeptical as to what their intentions were or what they might do to the shellan of a Brother. Who the fuck knew given their training in the Bloodletter’s camp and I was not risking that shit. This is the best solution I could come up with that didn’t involve something a little more… shall we say… extreme. The trackers I had on all the electronic gadgets and vehicles she used just wasn’t fucking enough, at least not in my book. I needed something closer, something not be easily spotted as a tracking device and more importantly, something that never left her and this would hang over her heart like I was protecting it.. or something. I shifted uneasily at the nancy fucking thought. The pendant solved that immediate variable in my equation. If something happened to her or my young… I shuddered at the thought. A simple pendant would go unnoticed by the tech-ignorant bastards and let’s face it Jodi would NOT appreciate the surgically implanted subcutaneous chip that was my first choice. A laugh bubbled up at that. The thought of what my female would do if I even suggested something so extreme was hilarious as fuck. Not to mention the amount of pain I would be in after she was done with me. My fangs punched down into my mouth thinking about that shit, it really was amazing how much power my female had over me. Even in my thoughts she could turn me on with one of her pissy looks and the promise gleaming in those big, chocolate-colored eyes. Finally satisfied with my work, at least as much as I could be…always a perfectionist can be about a gift meant for their soul mate, I slipped my wife beater back on and walked out of my forge with the pendant in hand. The tools had already been laid out in my office along with the chip I would be installing in the pendant. The plan was to complete this shit as fast as possible so I could test the software out before giving it to leelan. It was rather easy. At least for me. The pounding of my shitkickers against the floor drifted through the hall as I closed in on the door to the Pit. I took out my phone and texted the cop ~Meet me @ my office in 10, true ~  then I flipped the phone closed and shoved it in the pocket of my leathers as I walked straight to my office. Moving to my seat in front of my Four Toys I went straight to work, ass parked in the leather chair I pushed myself closer to the desk setting the dagger just under the cylinder loupe going right back to work. My focus back on the pendant I grabbed the tweezers to take the tiny chip from the black case that had been its resting place since I began designing the piece. In few mastered movements I had securely fitted the chip in the hilt of the dagger, cleverly disguising it as a jewel in the design. The cop had perfect timing, I had just started the program for the tracking device as he walked in using a towel to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. “You better have dragged me back here for something important, man” I rolled my eyes and looked over my shoulder at the half-annoyed male. “No bullshit, just need help with something, cop” I saw the way his body shifted with the tone of my voice, he knew it was fucking business. “Let me have it” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. I laid it all out; my plan, the tracker and most of all my fears for my hard-headed female if she managed to get out of the compound unescorted again.  That last was almost a guarantee knowing Jodi. When I was done I looked up at him, icy gaze glowing with thinly veiled concern.  “So.. –lifting the leather cord and letting the pendant dangle in front of my eyes, watching it as swung like a pendulum- I fitted this with a tracker, small but strong and with a nearly pinpoint accurate GPS signal –my leather index pointed at the jewel-like chip- just in case” I let the implication hang in the air, not even wanting to speculate out loud on the ‘what-ifs’. Then, my diamond eyes lifted to meet the cop’s hazel ones “and I need you to know how to operate this fucker… as a back up” without another word he nodded. The silent promise to do anything possible to ensure the security of my female was there and that was all I needed. He moved closer to me so I could run him through the system, where he could find it, how to read it, and how to work it. After a trial run using me as the target, verifying the tracking system was working perfectly, I let the cop go back to doing whatever he was up to the moment I interrupted and I went back to make sure the chip would stay in place even under a nuclear attack. A million things were going through my mind while I stared at the pendant. I was sure this was the right thing to do but I doubted it would be a smart move to tell my female she would wear yet another tracker in order to ease my paranoia. The distinct sound of Jodi talking to our young broke my concentration, in a second lightening my stormy mood. Yup, she could do that with just the sound of her voice. I got to my feet strolling out of my office and following the sound of her laughter to the kitchen. That crooked grin was in place as I hid the pendant behind my back. No matter the real purpose of the pendant, I had made this gift for my female and I was always thoroughly thanked for my gifts. So well, in fact, that I wondered why I didn’t do it more often.  Could you really blame a male for wanting to fuck his shellan after getting her something nice? My fangs throbbed at the thought when I decided… Nope, you really could not.