Joining a Wolf Pack 2

By DarthCureis. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… Once fed, I felt better and nuzzled Kaela in thanks. We moved off again when cramps hit me. I laid down in the snow, whimpering at the pains of the cramps. Not now! No, it can’t be now, I hadn’t found Black yet or the pack. I couldn’t birth the pups here in the snow! God what was I going to do! I twisted and howled as the cramps hit me,

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Joining a Wolf Pack 1

By DarthCureis. My name was Samantha, but my close friends called me Ama. Not sure how it started because I didn’t start it, but one of my friends did it back in junior high, and it stuck. Anyways, I’m Ama, and I have a story to tell. See, right now I’m basking in the moonlight, in the middle of the forest…where exactly, I’m not sure. I still need to improve at tracking and direction. But this little meadow, I can

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A Walk on the Moors

By Shady Lady Julie & Hailey. “Fucking men,” I swore out loud as I tried to work out what was the best way to walk back to the holiday homes where I was staying with my parents. Cursing myself for agreeing to take a free family holiday as I should have known better at 19 years of age, even remotely to think that it might have been fun. The only thing that was a bit of a laugh was the

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Cindy and the Wolf

By Unknown. The Wolf was growling that smothered growl of lust she’d heard before. The girl remembered watching animals fucking in the yard, even though her father tried to keep her from seeing it. She remembered watching a bitch standing in the center of the clearing, her tongue hanging out, her eyes glazed while dog after dog mounted her, bit her neck, and pumped his thighs up and down. It was that same growling she heard then that she was

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Helpless

By Casuallywritten. Ch 1. Preparation Ava breathed in a deep breath, the crisp forest air filling her lungs and warming her heart and reminding her of days long past. She had always loved going out to the forest, the sound of birds in the distance and of the wind in the trees. There was something special about being alone in such a quiet and peaceful place. Today was the last day she would get to go out before winter came,

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Becoming a Werewolf

By Michelle M. Considering myself one of the luckiest people alive, I started a small software company, was somewhat successful when a large national company approached me with an offer to purchase. It was such a good offer. I had to accept. This gave me the means to purchase a home away from people, a place where I could practice my writing, hopefully becoming a novelist of some sort. Moving in, it was more than I had even hoped for.

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The Wolf Lady

By Michelle M. People in town, especially the men, called her the wolf lady or the wolf’s bitch. Stories were told of seeing her late at night, running naked with the wolf pack. For me, she was perfect in every way. Tall, olive skin, huge breasts that had no sag in them, standing proud on her chest, she was friends with my mother, that is how I meant her the first time, she had stopped by for something, as I

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The Wolf Pack

By Michelle M. I submitted a series of pictures showing a beaver family surviving in the winter, taken not far from my home in Colorado. Since I was only 16 and still living with my parents, the two ladies from a major publishing company had to have mom and dad present when they made me an offer to come and join them. The offer was more than generous. They would provide tutors to help me finish high school. I’d be

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The Cabin Makes Me A Wolf’s Bitch

By Michelle M. While I was in college, it seemed fate was on my side, sending in a manuscript, being totally surprised, one of the publishing companies I sent the papers too, decided to publish it. Two years after graduation, I had finished my second novel. As with the first one, this one hit the bestseller list, and financially I had made enough money to look for my first home. I wanted something secluded, somewhere I could write and not

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The Pack’s Bitch

By pinknectar. Margaret hurried along the narrow dirt path toward home, trying to ignore the dark trees looming overhead and focus on the delicious feeling of rebellion instead. She had just returned from a late night meeting with her beau, Jacob, the son of a farmer who lived just down the road. They’d met in church just a few months ago and had been going steady ever since, unbeknownst to their parents. The girl known as Maggie was from a

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