Chapter three

CHAPTER THREE

Feeling the dampness between my legs, I knew I was wet. Despite the forbidden nature of my desires, watching him stand there with just a towel draped over his naked body stirred a longing within me. I couldn’t help but imagine the pleasure he could bring.

“Where is Patricia?” he asked, glaring at me.

“Ssss... she’s asleep in her room,” I managed to stutter.

He shot me a suspicious look and walked away. It wasn’t until he had gone far that I wondered why he had come down the stairs wearing only a towel, straight after his shower.

My eyes trailed him till he disappeared from sight. I patted my chest and sat back down, clamping my legs against each other.

I could feel the heat in between my legs; my pants were moist from my juices. My heart didn’t stop thudding fast against my chest like it had always done in the past whenever I saw him.

I wasn’t even aware he was in the house until he showed up half-naked.

“Coming here was a bad idea,” I muttered, biting my lower lip.

“I don’t think I agree with that,” my wolf said in a calm tone.

I could still feel my core throb; my nipples stood hard against my white T-shirt. I shook my head in a failed attempt to wave the lustful thought away.

“Why don’t we go out for a little race?” Alice my wolf spoke to me.

“Not tonight, Alice.” All I want was to get a peaceful sleep and at least forget about my sorrow for a moment.

I sat there staring blankly at the TV and reminiscing about a handsome man I had just seen.

Harold has the most beautiful set of hazel eyes I have ever seen. I wanted to look into them and whisper sweet words till he took me in his arms, but none of that was ever going to happen.

He is my friend’s father, a man old enough to be my father. Patricia would not be happy if she found out I had been nursing feelings for and getting laid with her dad.

“I insist,” my wolf said again. "Alright, fine, we will, but that would be after I take a few shots of tequila,” I said, making my way to the mini bar.

I was conversant with the house since I had visited a couple of times. I reached for the bottle of tequila and poured out a shot for myself, and then another shot.

The bitter and acrid taste tingles my tongue and warms me up from within immediately after I take the shots. It was my favorite drink, and I liked the way it tasted each time, despite the burning taste it left on my throat after a while.

The half-naked image of Harold flashed through my mind at that moment. I bit my lips, slowly recalling the water dripping down his sleek hair, and I shook my head.

I wanted the thought to go away and stop taunting my fixated mind.

I got up looking through the window, the full moon shining brightly, causing the trees to reflect their huge shadows on the fields.

I made my way towards the mansion entrance. Just behind it was a well-worn path that led to the woods.

The night air smelled nice. I walked out into the open field, then turned left and headed towards the woods.

Everywhere was silent except for the crunch of dry leaves courtesy of my shoes. I haven’t shifted to my wolf in a long while, and since I cannot get the pleasure that my body so desires, I have had to fall back to moving my bones.

The cool air flushed through my face as I walked through the lonely, dark parts into the thick woods.

The pack was quiet except for the watch guards on patrol at the borders.

Soon I got to an open clearing, and the moon was so bright, illuminating my entire body. I stopped, then scanned the woods with my eyes to make sure no one was watching me.

And when I was sure I was alone, I took off my t-shirt and shorts, standing just in my panties and bra.

I dipped my hand in between my legs and sighed in frustration. My juices glinted from between my fingers.

Is this a good idea? I asked myself.

I was wet and ready for pleasure, but I guess that was not going to happen tonight. I took off my bra and panties, then stretched my legs a bit to make sure I was comfortable enough to do it.

I savored the moon in all its glory, and I stood and began my shifting process.

Crouching on all fours, I focus my attention on shifting. The sound of cracking bones echoed, and soon the shifting was over.

I patted the soft earth with my paws, and my sense of smell was enhanced. I’d never get over the exhilarating feeling shifting always seemed to have on me. It was divine.

I was a beautiful wolf with patches of white and gray, my eyes were illuminated. My furs were full and which made me remember my mom and how much I missed her. Then, I suddenly remembered I was in another territory.

So I quickly shifted. I laid on the floor naked, staring at the beautiful moon for a few minutes.

At that moment, I heard a sharp rustling and turned back, sniffing a little to ascertain the source of the noise.

In no time, a strange scent hit my nostrils.

I sniffed the scent a few more times, and I was sure the bearer of the scent was not so far from me. A crisp scent. I turned around, scanning the entire wood with my eyes. But as I approached a certain area of the woods, the smell became stronger. I stopped after realizing I was chasing after a strange scent still in my naked state.

I hurried and got dressed before continuing my little search. From afar, I saw a figure standing behind the trunk of a large tree. There it is, the bearer of this sweet smell.

I smiled and hastened my steps. However, as I got a little closer to the tree, the scent disappeared, as did the figure I had seen earlier in the scene.

“Was I hallucinating?"

“Calm down; we are in another pack; besides, there is no one here except us in this woods,” My wolf assures me.

However, I couldn’t help but feel that someone had been watching me all along.

Maybe my mind was beginning to play little games with me.

At that point, fear gripped me, and I couldn’t help but run back to the pack house.

As I ran I saw a flash of white in the tree line that was also running after me.

“Run” The trees seem to whisper behind me and I increase the speed of my running.