บททั้งหมดของ Panther: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

We reached the other side, my panther first but I'm pretty sure Charlie's wolf let her win. He definitely did not. She drags her waterlogged body out, shaking herself off as she does. I can hear our shadow doing the same behind us. I try and ignore the sounds of the other wolves dragging their wet bodies out with us, and just fous on how nice it feels to be able to watch my panther enjoy some well earned freedom. He walks a little ahead of us then, water droplets following behind as he led us towards the trees. I wonder where we were going. I had been wanting to wander around Charlie's pack lands since I got here, but so far I'd only gotten to see the ouside of the mansion I was living in, and the training building. I mean, I remember it a little from when I was a kid. But most of my memories from then are from all the awful tramatic moments, not so much the landscape and the best way to sneak off of it. We walked down a thin dirt path through the forest, him in front, me behind, wa

I hate traveling with wolves.We'd been running for two days now, stopping each night to sleep and rest.Reason one I hated it.Why were we stopping so much? We had already wasted fourteen hours on sleeping and eating and fucking off. It was making me edgy. Knowing Cleo was in the clutches of that creepy fuck she called a brother made me feel like I could run for a week with no sleep, and yet here I was. With my thumb in my ass yet again, watching these lazy wolves eat a "snack" and "rest."Reason two: for some stupid fucking reason, the three fuck boys have deemed me their entertainer for the duration of the trip. They've been peppering me with questions nonstop. How old are you? Do you have any other mates? What does your pack look like? Have I mated with Cleo yet? That one made me growl in response. Wolves were so intrusive, and while these three weren't number one on my hit list, they were no different.Reason number three, and the worst of all: Ike. Just Ike as a person.He was a

*Trigger warning: SA will be indicated by "***" at beginning and end of related text*...if that mockingbird won't sing,Then Daddies gonna buy you a diamond ring.And if that diamond ring turns to brass,Daddies gonna buy you a looking glass."Cleo. It's time to go home." I sat up quickly, my heart racing in my chest. I become suddenly aware that I had fallen asleep not only in front of Charlie, but I had also done it butt ass naked and with my head in his lap. I scoot away quickly, my eyes darting everywhere. The sun was setting now, it looked to be after six. The air was much cooler, too."It's okay. I was good." He looks away from me and towards the opposite tree line. I did have a jacket on top of me, and he was totally dressed. Probably had one of the many wolves following us fetched him an outfit.That's not to say I totally believed him. I shouldn't have fallen asleep, it just happened after I shifted back to a human. He had been talking with some of the other wolves and I had

Panther's and wolves are very different.That was the main conclusion I had drawn from my four hours with Nate's packmates so far.We arrived Monday night at eleven thirty. After running all day and pretty much for the past few days, everyone, including the ever-devoted trio of Cleo fans, collapsed from exhaustion into the softest corner of the apartment building lobby they could find. Literally. When Zane came sliding down the hallway with Nate a few minutes after we had arrived, the first thing he saw was more than a dozen wolves piled in his lobby, drooling and sleeping on each other.He took it in stride though, just kind of chuckled and hit a blunt he was carrying around. I was a little impressed at the amount he seemed to be smoking. I hadn't seen him go longer than ten minutes without taking a puff. I had smoked a little with a couple different girls, but ultimately it just made me paranoid about rogues and shifting in public. So, I don't partake very often.It was now.... A li

When I was young, like, really young, I dreamed of belonging somewhere.I had never met my parents. I didn't know their names, what they looked like, if I had any siblings.Was I truly alone in this world?I wanted to find them, for a while. Get to know them.I let go of that dream when I turned the ripe old age of six, around the same time I had been passed off to a group of rough rouge wolves, all men, all banished from their packs for one reason or another.They never liked me. They only took me in because the ones who had previously been caring for me had been a group of females, and I suspected they wanted to look kind in front of them.But as soon as they left me with them, they changed.They made me do all their bitch work: collecting firewood, checking the traps that were laid in a twenty mile radius of our campsite, getting water.And if I couldn't perform like they wanted me to, they beat me.Training, they called it. To become a real man like them. If they were "real men,"