Spirit Wolf
I heard Sylvester laugh at my comment, which made me giggle too.
I stepped out of the bedroom in my wolf form. Carrying my slacks with my jaws. The moment Sylvester saw me, he took off his clothes, goddess he was sexy, and I could have been drooling if I did not know better. He had the body of a god, strong and dominant. I prayed I would survive this, survive him. Sylvester folded his clothes neatly and shifted to a beautiful silver bronze wolf. I had always admired the Gamma spirit wolves. They were the only spirit wolves that had two colours. Sylvester was big like me, and I felt a kind of kinship towards him. I was among my kind. For the first time, since I was fifteen I knew what it was
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