Pieces of Me

48 years ago, there was a rush of green and the rustling of leaves. A tiny baby in a woven branch basket giggled. She is beautiful, my baby girl. It’s been a long time since I risked having a mate and now, I am paying the price. “Shhhhh,” I cooed to her, her beautiful pale blue eyes sparkling up at me. I hated to leave her with the humans, but I knew she wouldn’t be safe in my world or his. She would never know me or the sacred bond of the wild but she would live. The humans would find her here and she would begin her journey into their world. My sweet Danalee.   

In the forests of southern Canada, a wolf ran through my forest. The trees told me of his presence.  He was a rogue on the run. I could feel his intent was only to run and survive, not to harm. Werewolves used to be the protectors of the wild but now, except for their Pack lands, they side with the humans and care not for the future of the wild. He was a large wolf, even for a Were. Strong muscles rippled beneath his shiny brown coat. He was panting heavily; he must have run a long distance. No one had been in my forest for 100 years. I followed him until he shifted into his human form.

There he stood in the dappled shade of the trees. He was as the Goddess intended us all to be, naked and free. He had long brown hair and a lightly tanned body that was stacked with sculpted muscles. A chiseled 6 pack ran down his abs and ended in a tantalizing ‘v’ at his hips. He was a handsome specimen of his kind with golden yellow eyes. He had a worried but kind face, slightly pouting lips that he licked as he glanced around nervously. His forearms were covered in tattoos with whip like shapes. I decided that I wanted him and formed myself into that of a female Were and showed myself to him. From the way his manhood awoke and the change in his smell I knew I had chosen well. I entered his mind and I knew his body was mine. I enjoyed him for a year before I got bored and let him leave but not before his seed took root.