Chapter 8

LYANNA STORMBORN

There was an enormously huge dog staring at me hungrily, at the forest edge.

It wanted to eat me.

I’d gone to the hospital because for the first time in over a year, the medication wasn’t working.

My pussy was throbbing with need in a way I’d never felt before, even though I’d swallowed more pills than Dr Hart had recommended.

My migraine was so severe, it was hitting from every single angle of my head, blinding me occasionally.

My heart rate had also increased tremendously. At this point I think it was beating a million beats per minute.

I was sweating heavily, and my body felt like it wanted to explode from all these sexual urges coursing through it.

I’d called Dr Hart immediately and told her what was happening. She urged me to get to the hospital immediately if I could, just incase something was going on with me. I didn’t even remember how I reached the hospital but I did.

I’d parked next to the forest edge that was bordering the hospital parking lot. Not very close. There were about four empty parking spots between me and the forest edge.

When I was about to step outside of my car, I saw it.

Just staring at me with this greedy salivating expression on its face.

I could tell it was close to drooling. Its tongue was sticking out. Its posture was ready to pounce. It was staring directly at me, but strangely it so still.

As I stared at it, horrified and scared, I noticed I was panting heavily and so was it. Somehow we were in sync. The more we stared at each other—it in hunger, me in panic— the more I realized my whole body had started to come down.

My migraine was the first to disappear. The throbbing in my pussy reduced, my heartbeat returned to normal and I stopped sweating profusely. The clarity of my mind that was always robbed by my strange case of nymphomania started returning slowly by slowly.

I was no longer scared.

In fact, I felt so peaceful.

I’d see the big dog wag its tail.

The more I looked at it, the more I realized its expression wasn’t as hostile as I had assumed. It looked friendly. Welcoming. I felt like getting out of my car and petting it.

But instead I just smiled.

Did it smile back? I could have sworn it smiled back.

It then abruptly backed into the forest and ran away.

———

“So tell me exactly what happened.” Dr Hart asked.

“The sensations were heavier than I have ever felt before. They were overwhelming. Like ten times worse. Then they just stopped. I think the medication kicked in.”

“Lyanna, just to be safe I’m gonna need you to do another MRI scan. Is that okay?.”

“Sure.”

“We have to make sure the sex regulation center hasn’t increased from the last time.”

She summoned Nurse Carol, and directed her to escort me to the MRI room.

I told Nurse Carol I’d be back for the results tomorrow.

“It’s late and I have classes early morning.”

“It’s okay. You can come in after work. The results will be ready.”

“Okay.”

I was so exhausted when I reached the apartment. The air was so stale I decided to open the window. And right there, at the forest edge next to the apartment, was the big dog from before.

It was looking directly at me.

I was startled.

What the fuck. How did it find me.

I was on the second floor so I knew the chances of it getting to me were slim.

Still, I was unnerved.

We stared at each other for a while.

Then it took a step toward the building, scaring me.

I decided to throw something at it to see if it could go away. I had some painted rocks I kept as decor.

When I returned to the window, I noticed it looked disappointed, but when it saw me return, it started wagging its tail happily.

I giggled.

Okay maybe it just wanted to be friends.

I threw the rock at it just to test. It looked at it for a while, as if it understood what was painted on the it.

Then it took another step towards the building and out into the open. Its dark raven fur absorbing the dusk sunlight.

It was beautiful.

I had a tennis ball around somewhere that I kept for some reason. I fetched it and when I came back, it was even closer to the building, waiting patiently.

“Good doggie” I cooed.

Then it rolled its eyes.

Did it just roll its eyes at me.

“Not good doggie.”

I threw the tennis ball. “Fetch”.

It just looked at the ball for a second and then turned to me with a bored expression that said, “really?”

“Be a good spot.” I tried to coo again.

I saw Paul, my neighbor, who lived on the first floor, come from his evening run.

“Who is this huge fella?” He asked getting closer to the dog.

Paul worked at the local animal shelter.

The dog tensed up, assuming a position of hostility.

But Paul being Paul—invasive and never knowing when to stop, tried to pet the it.

The dog jumped him, throwing him to the ground and digging its paw in his chest. Its teeth were bared, exposing its enormous fangs.

I held my breath.

I knew it wasn’t going to hurt him.Threaten him, yes. Hurt him, no. I don’t know how I knew, I just did.

Then it moved its fangs closer to his face, growled menacingly, and ran away.

I came down to Paul with the shotgun I kept around my place for safety. I wanted Paul to think I had grabbed my gun to rescue him but in actuality I had this certainty that he was just fine.

“Are you okay?”

He was pale and speechless. He hadn’t moved one inch. His shirt was ripped and his skin clawed slightly. Not enough to need stitches but enough to draw blood.

Okay maybe it had hurt him.

A little.

Paul then shakily whispered, “ that was no dog, lyanna. That was a wolf.”

Willowbrooke had no wolves.