Page 69 of The Wolf Professor

She would send him a message, telling him to meet her on the edge of the Motham Woods.

At a certain time.

And then she’d leave the rest to fate.

She got out her credit card, sat down with her laptop and went to the website.

And then she scrolled straight to the premier package.

There were so many choices, her eyes nearly fell out of her head. So many different combinations of primal chases. One partner, two… three. Orgies.

As for kinks and fetishes… Her eyes widened as she read through the extensive list. She had a lot to learn still. Sure, bondage, whips, yeah, she knew all the usual ones, but vore? Hmmm, she’d have to look that one up.

Finally, as she skimmed through the list, she saw the option “Primal Chase”, and ticked it.

And when she got to partner numbers and preferences, she ticked the box that said, “Bringing my own.”

It wasn’t so painful this time.

And at least he’d had the good sense to remove his clothes first. So, no shredded garments either. Max had also had somewarning of what was going to happen, having been led to a special room by Perdita and given a rather bitter concoction to drink that she said would ease the process.

He’d felt the nausea, the tingling in his limbs, and got down on all fours on the stone floor in readiness. But the discomfort as his human limbs slid into their wolf counterparts was not so intense this time, the headache not nearly as gripping as his snout lengthened and his ears twitched into place. It was as though his body, having done it once before, had a muscle memory of how it worked.

When he’d prowled around the cave a couple of times and got used to being wolf once more, he nosed aside the curtain and padded out.

Outside, his two cousins waited: Perdita’s sons, Calvin and Wade. They had been big men with wide facial features and high cheekbones when he’d met them half an hour earlier. And while they were clearly men of few words, he’d felt immediately at ease in their presence.

But now they were in their wolf form.

Their pelts, like his, gleamed silver in the light shed from the sconces, and their eyes glowed red as they made their way to the mouth of the cave.

Perdita, also wolfen now, spoke to him in a bark that formed words in his head, telling him she had to go inside to watch the screens for ogre activity.

It seemed this place was both an army camp and a home.

“Are you ready?” Calvin spoke. Or did he bark? Max’s ears twitched to the sound, but he understood, and he guessed that was all that mattered.

“We’ll take the mountain path. Hunt for prey on our way.”

Max didn’t flinch. Suddenly it seemed the most natural thing in the world to hunt and kill his own food. His mind became calm, focused only on his wolf instincts. His human worriesreceded, replaced by the acuity of his five senses and a simplicity that spelled out the natural order of things.

For several days and nights he tracked behind the other two wolves, along the narrow mountain paths, watching the movement of their shaggy flanks in the moonlight, the play of muscle evident under their thick fur. The cold did not affect him, the bitter wind barely ruffling his thick pelt. Often they slept in the day, moving mostly during the night hours.

Max did not know time, but he had no sense of fatigue, and he could see by the position of the moon in the sky that they had been tracking for a while now, watching it grow bigger each night.

One time, as they reached a particularly high peak the other two wolves stopped, snouts raised, and sniffed the air, their bright eyes scanning the mountains. Max’s nostrils twitched and he picked up an acrid foul smell.

“Ogres, to the north,” Wade communicated to him. “Feasting on a wild boar carcass.”

Max realized that he could differentiate between the dead animal, the live ogres, and the scent of the fire they were cooking it on. His gaze detected very little in the bleak landscape, the merest whisp of smoke maybe, but his sense of smell told him the ogres were a fair distance away.

After a moment, the other wolves shrugged their huge shoulders and kept going. Clearly, the danger from ogres was not a major concern.

Soon they were winding down the steep mountainside, through the thick snow. Max’s limbs carried him with ease, his paws sensing boulders and fallen trees under the snow, jumping deftly over the rocky outcrops.

Finally, they entered a deep ravine, fir trees lined up like an army on either side. At the bottom was a running stream, itswaters crystal clear, the light of the moon turning it to molten silver.

They followed it until they reached the other side. Climbing up, they came to a gully with an opening.

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