-James-
“F*ck!”
This was really bad! I started pacing in my room shortly after I got back. I tore my shirt off and threw it to the ground, her scent lingering all over me, driving me wild. I bent forward, resting my hands on my knees, groaning as everything around me shifted from normal colors to a deep, blood red.
I remembered this feeling from my days as a wolf, those times when my subconscious would break through, allowing me to see clearly. Usually, I’d be hunting something, like a deer, but now my instincts were locked onto one particular wolf—one particular female—who I knew would put up quite the fight. She would run until her legs gave out, and even then, she wouldn’t submit. She’d bite and scratch until I was bloody.
A deep growl rumbled from my chest. I knew it was me making
