50. Cal-girl 

Stormy

“How did my brunette hottie not know she had those gorgeous eyes?” I asked Grant, even though I knew he was clueless. He wasn’t as street smart as me. Truth be told, my human was a little nerd-ish, the artist kind and didn’t have the wild edge Daddy-O here swings on. Greatness isn’t for everyone. But he is lucky, he has gotten me.

“It’s her first time shifting, so it’s only natural,” Grant replied. I knew it. He was clueless.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the furry beauty in front of me. Circling her in my own kind of courtship dance, which included lots of hip and tail swings, I gave her a once over. Nice tail, girl.

Since I knew that my brunette beauty could be a little wild and skittish, I took a step away, trying not to overcrowd her space. After all, I was a gentleman — a gentlewolf, which is much better.

Shaking it up, she shook her luscious fur. I licked my lips like the big bad wolf I am, thinking about all I wanted to do to her. That girl was sexy without even trying.