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He stares at me, his head cocked to the side.

“Go ahead, buddy. Eat.”

He lets out a little yelp that sounds like an annoyance to me.

Maybe he just needs to settle a bit first?

I decide to simply let him be for now and accommodate to the space.

I relax for a while before I start my dinner.

My companion is looking at me the entire time, and I figure he’s more interested in the chicken breast I’m making than the dry food I got him.

“Oh, that’s what you want?”

I give him some once it’s ready and he eats from my hand.

“Good boy!” I praise, making his tail thump against the hardwood floor. “I’ll get you some steaks tomorrow at the farmers market,” I say like he could understand me.

Farmers market… Why did I agree to this?Because I want to make some friends here, I remindmyself quickly before I would decide to flake. I need to get rid of some apples, anyway.

After dinner, I let the dog outside while I get the last two crates ready to go for the morning.

When it’s all done, I call out for him, and he returns instantly. I’m so glad he doesn’t seem to want to leave me. We’re both in, and I begin my routine triple-check whether all the doors and windows are properly closed. He shadows me, watching my every move, until I’m finished and ready for shower.

Note to self: Do laundry tomorrow!

I have only my good underwear left to sleep in. I put on some red lace brazilian briefs and a spaghetti strap basic cotton black cropped cami before I jump into my bed.

My new furry friend is only gazing at me from the hallway.

“Come here.” I pat the sheets next to me.

He tentatively walks inside my room but doesn’t approach anywhere close to my bed. He lies down on the floor in the corner, and I feel bad. Were his previous owners harsh to him? Or maybe it’s the first time when he has a home?

5.

Predator

Julia has some vivid erotic dreams at the breaking dawn. Having me around can’t be easy on her, either. Her scent is sweet and intense… so condensed now that I’m in the same space as her. Much more potent too. How I find the strength in myself to not wake her up by diving between her thick thighs and licking the soul out of her, I’ll never know… All I can say is that whatever idea of hell humans have created to ensure society’s obedience, the torture I’m going through is way worse.

She finally gets up, and I’m able to focus more on keeping up the appearance once she’s conscious. I can’t afford to mess it up now.

Minus my excruciating pain, first night was successful enough to give me hope. I had only acouple resolutions:

One, don’t touch her.

And two, don’t touch yourself.

Both of which were fulfilled. Although not much, it’s still a huge win in my eyes.

Of course, I’m aware that turning into a wolf to be closer to her is not the greatest plan I’ve ever had. But I need to be around her, smell her up close, taste the same air she breathes on my tongue before I’m ready to show her the real me. It’s easier to distract myself in a wolf form when my drive is dimmed by the animal.

When I watched her crying, all I wanted was to comfort her. But I’d do more damage just showing up as myself. She gave me the idea by talking about a dog herself. And in a heat of the moment, I went for it.

Now, I need to deal with this shit.

I can’t stand what she’s wearing, yet at the same time I’m obsessed. She looks good enough to eat… but she always does. I just want to rip these sexy panties off her and devour her.

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