A Wolf's Kiss

EPISODE 3: A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

DOVE WAS seeing him in slo-mo. He was a natural dancer—he moved his body to the music like he was possessed.

Suddenly, he was in front of her. She gasped in surprise but took the hand that he had extended to her. She took it without thinking twice. They danced, and their bodies moved like one, like they were trapped in an invisible force field that packed a lot of energy. The guy Dove was having a sensual dance with on the dance floor was oozing a raw primal force that was both intoxicating and frightening.

Conri’s wolf, Zephyr, purred and tried to surface to be closer to the woman, but Conri was too intoxicated and distracted to pay any attention to Zephyr. He couldn’t tear his eyes off Dove, and in return, she was losing herself in their depths.

He was very different, nothing like the guys she was used to, but she couldn’t place her finger in it. She could hardly even think straight. There was a wildness in his eyes, a predatory glint that just sent shivers down her spine.

He pulled her even closer as they danced, so they were skin to skin. She turned to face him—his eyes met hers, and the most peculiar thing happened.

His eyes changed, and the icy blue iris faded, then replaced by a glowing electric blue. His pupils narrowed into slits.

It happened so quickly that Dove couldn’t tell whether or not she was hallucinating. She giggled—it was silly to think his eyes changed. That wasn’t biologically possible.

She was in a daze—her hand reached out, and she moved a stray hair out of his face before she couldn’t stop herself.

Conri’s eyes swooped over her lips. Dove bit her lower lip and tipped her toe. She cupped his face in her hand. “Kiss me,” she whispered to him.

She wanted to live to her fullest—she wanted to be devoured by the man.

Conri let out a low growl, the sound drowned by the music blasting through the speakers. He pulled her closer in the blink of an eye. Conri smashed his lips on her—they sucked on each other’s lips delicately, savoring the cocktails, flavored shots, and bourbons consumed by the other.

Her tongue ran across his lip, requesting access. Conri parted his lips, granting her entrance, and she moaned into the kiss as their tongues tangoed. She couldn’t get enough of his kiss—he couldn’t wrap her head around how she needed more. He grabbed his shirt, pulling him even closer, even though there was hardly any space left between the two.

Conri was ready to go to pound town—he was a raging, horny young adult ready to blow off some steam. Zephyr was almost gaining control due to Conri’s inability to control his wolf while intoxicated.

He pulled away from her—he couldn’t wolf out. Any chance of that happening meant the community shunning him and possibly throwing him out of the clan.

“Let’s get out of here.” He told her.

FIVE YEARS LATER

THE WIND howled like a banshee, whipping snow like darts and assaulting Dove Herveaux’s face. She rubbed her gloved hands together and pulled her hood tighter around her face to stop the air from shrieking in her ears its piercing screams. The furl lining of the hoodie acted as a windshield despite the goggles she had on.

Crownbolt Town, a town tucked in the heart of a forest, was like a speck of dust on the vast expense of white—the town was shrinking under the weight of the storm that threatened to descend on the town. Dove was on her way to pick up her car, a Subaru Forester, and a very mom truck from the mechanic so she could run some errands.

Her breath came out like miniature clouds as she walked towards the supermarket. The twins, Ashley and Ashton, would be home from school soon, and she needed to have their favorite soup simmering before they got dropped by the school bus.

Simple tasks like running errands to the supermarket were no issue for most places, but in Crowbolt, supplies were often scarce, so it required planning and predictions.

The snowing had started rather suddenly—the terminator dust came with no warning. Storm alerts had gone out through all broadcast channels and social media to prepare the residents of Crowbolt to brace themselves.

Dove had initially planned her market run for the next day, but she didn’t have a choice but to go as quickly as she could.

She was immediately relieved the instant she stepped into the supermarket. The warmth inside was like a balm on her skin. She picked a cart ready to purchase as much as she could for the next two weeks.

The store was cluttered with everything from fishing gear to electronics to groceries. It was self-sufficient for the Silverlake residents. But, neighboring towns like Crowbolt residents drove a couple of miles to shop for what they needed from their supermarket.

Dove filled her cart with everything she needed in her home. She was having a troubling feeling, so she was in a hurry. This feeling usually occurs when something is wrong with her babies.

The drive home was shorter than usual, a figment of the mind, and her mind was preoccupied as she worried.

The snow was coming down harder, making it hard to see anything at all.

Dove pulled into her driveway, and the crunch of her tires on the snow was the only sound that could be heard. It was like a ghost town, everyone cooped up in their homes, safe and warm.