Run! The Black Wolf's prey.

Chapter 9 - The Big Bad Wolf

He had been out patrolling their pack borders when he had sensed it – an amazingly pleasant and exciting scent that... A scent he had never experienced before. Without hesitation, he had tracked it all the way to the big lake, quite far from the pack premises. There, to his utter amazement, he had stumbled upon the source of the scent, which had belonged to none other than a stunning and attractive blonde human girl... And she had been bathing in the refreshing waters. Totally nude. His pulse had raced uncontrollably at the sight of her! And he couldn't understand why he had reacted like this to a human?

He had never sensed a scent like this on a human before. Or on a wolf, for that matter. But he was certain, she didn’t have that distinctive feral base note to her scent that all werewolves had. He had stayed, hiding behind some trees and bushes, not being able to take his eyes off her. However, all of a sudden, she had seemingly sensed his presence and he had forced himself to take off into the shadows.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her, though… the way she had delicately twisted the water out of her long honey blonde hair, her attractive hourglass-shaped naked body making his mind spin, and the expression on her face when she had turned around, gazing into the woods. Looking for him.

Now, he was back. Looking for her.

He had sneaked out, hidden under the cover of the darkness as tonight was not his night to go on patrol. He had to be discreet, and had sprinted as fast as he could to avoid detection. As he got closer to the house where he had seen her the night before, he could distinguish glimpses of the glittering lake beyond, reflecting the fiery red hues of the sunset through the dense trees.

He stopped abruptly, tilting his head. He could hear her... She was breathing heavily and rapidly, like if she was chasing something. Or was she being chased? With his heart pounding in his chest, he sneaked closer, his paws treading lightly on the lush carpet of moss beneath him.

And then, he saw her. She was just as captivating as she had been the night before, and his mind began to whirl with desire. Though he had been drawn to human women in the past, this one was different! It was a completely new and exhilarating experience that he couldn't resist... And he wasn’t known to be good at self-control. The predator in him was waking up, and it had found its prey.

He had just started imagining the things he wanted to do to her when she suddenly looked up and their eyes met. He fell for her instantly. This girl was his! It didn’t matter if she was human, she belonged to him... And him only.

But then, she started to run. She shouldn’t have done that! His feral instincts surged to the fore, and he was consumed by a primal desire to claim her as his own. She was running, and he couldn't stop himself from giving chase. He just had to run after her!

He knew that he should have stopped immediately. It was strictly forbidden to be seen in wolf-shape by humans. Chasing one was even worse! He did everything he could to muster some self-control, and he even managed to slow down and almost come to a halt.

But that was when she looked back at him over her shoulder. The look on her face, her big eyes and full lips parted in a mix of fear and fascination, made him want to howl in excitement! His predator senses went wild and he couldn’t help himself. WIthout second thought, he pounced and threw her to the ground.

He didn’t want to harm her, of course, but at this point, she needed to be restrained! She was thrashing and screaming, making it difficult. With her wild struggles escalating, he pinned her down with his powerful paws, pressing her legs and shoulders to the ground. Enraptured by her scent, he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. All he wanted was to be close to her. Couldn’t she just keep still?

He had no thoughts of what would happen next or how he would handle the situation further, when he suddenly became aware of another presence. As he lifted his head to survey his surroundings, he was ambushed. By another wolf?! How was that even possible? He was one of the Black Wolves, the largest and fiercest werewolves in the country. No rogue wolf would ever dare to attack him like this.

Nevertheless, here it was, a large, a massive silver wolf he had never seen before, and it was shockingly strong. He could sense the way it was staring at the human girl, coveting her for itself. It had no intention of sharing her with him. But the girl was his! He would not let go of her that easily.

Just as he shook off his astonishment and was going to charge back, the other wolf let out a ferocious roar and charged at him once more. He felt himself hurtling through the air, slamming into a tree with a sickening crack that echoed through the forest... It was the cracking sound of his own bones breaking.