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These two had no fighting chance, but I commended their bravado as they stood their ground, trying to get a strike in.

I growled at them, baring my fangs, and approached them slowly. They had proven to be more resilient than their fellow pack members. They would get what they deserved. As one of the two wolves jumped at me, I kicked him with my hind legs, feeling the crunch of bones as my paws crashed into his rib cage.

And now, it was just me and the last one.

All across the clearing, I could see the injured wolves trying to get up, squirming, panting, and lying in defeat. They had their chance. They could have not attacked Alice. They could have kept to their side of the border. This was on them.

I shifted back into my human form, standing between the last wolf and Alice.

“Go. Take your fellows. Go and never come back. Consider this a mercy that I am letting you live. The next time I see you here, I will rend flesh from bone and tear away at your very being,” I said slowly.

The wolf growled at me, approaching me as if he had paid no heed to what I had just said.

“I said, leave!” I shouted.

The wolf did not listen. I looked around the ground, searching for the log that Alice had dropped. Before the wolf could attack, I picked the log up and ran at him. I never gave him a second to prepare for what came next.

I thrashed him within an inch of his life with the log, breaking off huge splinters as I beat him senseless. He whimpered helplessly as he was met with blow after blow from the thick wooden log. Finally, the log relented and broke down in two. But by then, the wolf had had enough.

He gurgled out blood from his snout and hobbled over to where his injured party had gathered. They looked like cowards, tails between their legs, eying me helplessly, realizing that they had been beaten.

“I do not need to be a wolf to take on any of you! Remember that. I will kill you if you come near her,” I said, throwing the log away.

They squealed a desperate response and disappeared into the woods.

“Brandon!” Alice called from behind.

I felt a little embarrassed as I was mostly naked except for the spandex shorts that I was wearing underneath. When you shift often, spandex is your best friend. It stays put, doesn’t rip, and is flexible as hell.

Still, I turned around and faced Alice. Her face was wet with tears.

“I was so afraid,” she whispered as I came near. I stood in front of her, resisting the urge to touch her to let her know that it was all okay.

But before I could so much as say anything, Alice threw her arms around me, squeezing me with a tight hug.

“Why did you come?” she asked.

I had one hand in her hair, the other around her waist. I did not want to break the hug. The touch of her body next to mine was soft, warm, and calming. I was already beginning to feel the anger seep away.

“You were in danger,” I said. “I had to save you.”

“Why?” Alice cried into my chest as she hugged me tighter.

“Because while you may not love me, I love you, Alice Hawkins. It is written in my fate that I save you whenever you need help,” I said.

She broke the hug, staring up at me with her eyes full of tears. With a choking voice, she whispered, “And who says I do not love you?”

“I’m confused. Do you or don’t you?”

“Just shut up and kiss me, stupid,” Alice said, then grabbed my head by the back and pulled me closer to her, touching my lips with hers. All I could feel in that kiss was the wetness of her face and her tears stinging my cheeks.

At first, I was unsure of how to react. But when she did not break the kiss, I could not help but give in and reciprocate. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling every bit as aroused as possible as her tender breasts pushed against my chest, as her tongue coddled my tongue, as her wet face brushed against mine.

She parted her mouth open, deepening the kiss, till we were able to feel each other in our throats. I could not get enough of her. I sucked on her sweet and soft lips, letting the wetness trickle down into my mouth.

Underneath the spandex shorts, I could feel myself tightening, growing hard. Perhaps it was relief that I had managed to save her, perhaps it was the joy that she was kissing me, or perhaps it was just the excitement from the battle—I didn’t care.

But before I could so much as pull back, I felt Alice’s hand going from my waist to my crotch, touching my hard shaft. She moaned loudly while we still kissed, a sound that drove me mad.

We were exposed in the forest clearing. Anybody could just walk in and see us in this state of vulnerability. But that did not stop Alice from closing her grip around my hardened member, gently squeezing it as she traced the muscles on my back with her other hand, sucked on my tongue with her mouth, and thrust her hips against me as we stood in this strange hug.

I did not want to resist the pleasure.

“Alice, what are we doing?” I panted as I broke our kiss.

“What we should have been doing a long time ago,” she moaned in my ear.

That was good enough for me.

Alice’s hand delved inside my spandex. Her soft palms cradled my hardening cock as she yanked off my spandex shorts, leaving me standing completely naked in the forest clearing. While it did feel like I was exposed, I also felt overcome by primal lust, thinking that this must be how our ancestors might have done it. Completely uninhibited, completely naked, in the woods.

To me, it almost felt like a ritual.

To compensate for my nudity, I took off Alice’s sweatshirt. She kicked herself free of her jeans, leaving us both standing in the moonlight, admiring each other’s bare bodies. Her skin glowed in the light of the moon. I cupped her soft breasts in my hands, kneading them as I kissed them. By now, her hand had found purchase of my penis and was rolling along its length, creating pleasure out of friction.

I lay down on the forest floor and Alice lay on top of me. She guided me inside her tight, wet, and warm body, and then straddled me as she rose and fell, a vision of pure madness. I felt pleasure emanating from my crotch into every part of my body as Alice rode me, her hands on my chest, her breasts heaving and dropping as she moved up and down.