Smelly Wolf Lyrics Novels & Stories

Lady Soleil is still inside the female washroom. Fuck! ‘I have an unfavorable feeling about it,’ My wolf said, using his sixth sense. * #TBC

He could swear her face relaxed. She looked around and her wolf was gone! She spun around and around, looking all over the meadow but he was no where to be found! What would she do without him? And then she saw him, bounding across the meadow towards her. She ran to meet him half way and fell to the ground, hugging him fiercely around the neck. "Where have you been? I was so scared while you were gone. Don't leave me, please don't leave me ever again." She rubbed her face in his furry neck, loving his musky smell. Could someone love a wolf? Why not.

The booze and wolf stink hit me in waves. I cannot connect with my wolf now. If he recognized me… it’d be bad. So bad. I kept my voice steady, “Sorry… I can’t see.” He grinned like I’d handed him a golden ticket. “Oh, really? A little blind girl, huh?” He leaned closer, sniffing me like a predator. “Heh… cute face. Smells familiar… smells good. Wonder if you feel as good as you smell.” I took a step back. “I'm sorry. Leave me alone please.”

My body was neigh vibrating, my wolf growling loudly within me. “I will never be family with filthy blood suckers like you!” Anger sparked in his gaze, his expression tightening. “You should mind your words.” he gritted lowly but I was past caring. I didn’t care about all the eyes on me or the fact that everyone could probably hear. I screamed my piece at him. “I hate you! I hate all of you spineless creeps! I would drive a stake through every single one of your vicious little hearts just so the world was rid of your blood lusting stench! You fucking monster!”

The smell of cheap beer and grease usually kept my senses dull, but then the door opened. A scent hit me. It wasn't just good. It was a biological wrecking ball. Jasmine, rain, and the unmistakable, heartbreaking scent of a female wolf in distress. I turned my head slowly. She was small, drenched in some kind of sticky liquid, and her eyes were so swollen from crying she could barely see. She looked like she’d been through a war. Mine, my wolf hissed, the word vibrating in my marrow. No, I told him, gripping the edge of the bar until the wood groaned. We don’t do this. Not to a civilian.

"Proe u yy stro qui o d mon, le the co bu tea the lim a cru the ru d grou. Ta the ba ru whe the belo, the no o dis eath, the do below." A few that were approaching them screamed and screeched and became a pile of dust. As I observed my surroundings I realised that it was time to let the beast out. I ripped off my skin releasing my wolf. My eyes turned ice blue as I howled at the moon, sending a message to all the alphas to join me outside. My wolf looked at the witch, staring deep into her eyes feeling dominant whist Simba waited for backup. A swarm of wolves came out from the packhouse and waited behind me, ready for some action. They were all growling with their fronts lowered down, ready

Her burnt teeth were now stained red. "Þú ert ekki það sem þú varst áður," she continued, her voice rough. "Þú ert veik núna, og ég get lyktað það. Vissulega getur lyktin sem þú ert að nota til að dulbúast sem úlfur ekki blekkt mig." ("You aren't what you used to be. You're weak now, and I can smell it. Certainly, the stench you're using to masquerade as a wolf can't fool me.")

Knowing that I might not survive this strange wolf, I close my eyes and use my voice for one last time. “If you're going to kill me. Make it fast” As I brace myself to be torn apart, a deep masculine voice wafts through the thick air. “Where's the fun in that, little wolf”

I said to myself as I went back into my room, where I was assailed by the foul odour. It was as if a man who hadn’t taken a bath in a long time had rubbed himself all over my sheets. How could anything smell this bad? ‘There are groups – wolves that are little better than rogues – that spray themselves with the worst smelling scent known to mankind to hide their scent.’ My wolf said. “Wouldn’t it be better to completely mask your scent than to announce your presence even before you’re seen?” I asked my wolf, scanning the room yet again.

My blood began to boil just hearing her voice and how she didn’t care. “Yeah, I’m back here, in the garage”, I call back. “Ugh, you know I hate it in your garage; I could get dirty”, she moaned. “Storm, no! let me do the talking. Control yourself before she knows something is up. I wanna see if she will come out with it on her own,” I tell my wolf.