Page 2 of Her Bossy Wolf Protector

I am about ready to scream, trying to remember if I have ever seen a tutorial anywhere on how to survive coyotes when another coyote joins the first one.

This is it! I am absolutely and completely fucked.

“Bad dog!” I slur, trying to back away on my hands and knees. I must be imagining it because the two creatures look at each other before stepping forward. I can’t believe this is how I’m going to die.

Not only are they going to kill me, they will devour me and leave no evidence.

The coyote takes another step forward, and I notice the second creature’s mangy black fur. My scream of terror is stifled by the shock of what is unfolding before me.

A third, even larger creature pounces on the scene. Its fur is lustrous and pristine, its strength undeniable.

I hold my breath for a moment, waiting for the worst, but this new creature just watches me before turning to the other two. The newcomer ferociously tears into the first coyote. It’s a battle for survival. In a swift and brutal motion, it sinks its teeth into one of the creatures, killing it instantly. There is a flash of teeth, paws, and howls of pain before the surviving coyote scurries away in fear.

I watch in awe as the creature begins to approach me. I am in shock. I can’t believe what I’ve just seen. It’s like I’ve been transported to a new, nightmarish world.

Am I next to be slain like the creature lying lifelessly in front of me? I shut my eyes and begin to pray. “Please, God, don’t let me die this way.”

What happens next is something I have only ever seen in horror movies. Right in front of me, the creature begins to change. There is the cracking of bones. I see its limbs expand and contract. Its whole body is contorting and changing. I just stand there staring. I can’t even bring myself to scream.

My gaze remains locked on the creature as it transforms. As it changes, it begins to take on human form.

After what seems like five minutes of me just staring, the transformation is complete.

Before me stands a man, his dark hair disheveled, his eyes still ringed with a haunting yellow glow.

“What the fuck was that?” I blurt out.

“Did the wolves hurt you?” the man asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.

I shake my head, unable to form a coherent response.

“What are you?” I finally manage to stammer, my body trembling uncontrollably.

“A wolf,” he replies, and I let out an involuntary burp, a result of the overwhelming anxiety and the alcohol coursing through my veins.

This can’t be happening. I’m still drunk.That has to be the only explanation.

And then, unable to stop myself, I begin to laugh hysterically, convinced that I must be hallucinating.

The man approaches me, his movements cautious and graceful.

The moment he gets close, I shut up and begin studying him.

He’s undeniably handsome, his features striking against the backdrop of the moonlit alley. His black hair and eyes, still tinged with yellow, give him a mysterious allure.

“Are you drunk?” he inquires, his concern evident.

I nod, my laughter subsiding into a shaky grin. “Yes, I must be very drunk to believe this is happening.”

“Fuck!” he growls.

It takes me a minute before I realize that not only is he very, very handsome. He is also very naked, something that I cannot keep myself from blurting out!

“What did you just say?”

“You… you’re naked.”

There is a flash of something in his eyes. It seems more like anger than anything else. “Why the fuck are you roaming the streets in this state? You are absolutely wasted.”

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