When we reach his car, I notice it’s the same make and model as mine but several years newer.He opens the passenger door and leans in to fiddle with the dash, then steps around to the trunk as I climb in.
I watch as he carries what looks like tape and a plastic bag back down to my car.Fog rolls between the trees, rain dripping from their leaves and branches.
Even though there’s no sign of the beast—or wolf, if that’s what it was—I get the sense that I’m being watched.
Yeah, I’m going insane.
I puff out a breath and let it blur the window.My eyelids drop as I lean into the seat.Maybe I need a few minutes to rest, just until Roen comes back…
My mind slips into a dark, sluggish haze.Thick fur brushes over my skin.
It’s warm and soft.I inhale the scent of clean rain on minty pine trees.Salty ocean air.I snuggle closer, and the fur wraps around me like a blanket to stave off the cold.
Something slides between my thighs.Slowly, back and forth.Drifting higher and higher.I realize I’m not wearing any clothes, but that’s okay.I’m surrounded by fur.I’m safe.
My clit thumps as the tail swooshes a little higher…
Beneath my hand, I feel a shallow rise and fall.Inhale.Exhale.Wait.I open my eyes to see a wolf staring back.
Bright blue eyes.Silver fur with a red stain around its muzzle.Stained with blood.
No, no no no?—
I try to back away, but it stands over me and snarls.My nipples tighten as the wolf’s breath hits my bare skin.
I can’t move.Can’t run.Sharp teeth clamp around my neck, pinning me down.One wrong move and it’ll rip open my throat.
Its tail flicks again.My clit thuds.I jolt awake just before I near climax.
Disoriented and sticky from sweat and my damp clothes, I flail on the mattress.A heavy blanket slides off with a thud.I still, my heartbeat filling the dark silence.
Was the car accident a dream, too?
Reaching out, I feel the edges of a table, then a metal lamp stand.I click on the light and glance around the unfamiliar room.A stone fireplace crackles across from the bed, built between two tall, empty bookcases.On the other wall hangs a closed curtain over what must be a window.
Besides the lamp is a stack of folded clothes with a note on top.I lean forward and pick it up.
Didn’t know if I should wake you, so I carried you inside your apartment.Left some fresh clothes.I’ll tow your car in the morning.Also, left an extra venison burger and some fruit in the fridge.
Roen
P.S.Lock the door from the inside when you wake up.
Guess he was real.A chill settles in my bones.Was the wolf more than a nightmare?No, I’m psyching myself out.
I turn to the pile of clothes—obviously Roen’s.Hesitantly, I bring them to my nose and inhale the clean, line-dried scent.The best part is that when I put them on, they aren’t tight around my curves.
After changing, I get up and stretch.Where’s that door Roen mentioned?If there really are man-eating wolves, I should take all necessary precautions.Navigating through the spacious living area and kitchen, I find the front door and turn the deadbolt.
I frown.It was already locked.
Spinning, I take another look around.There’s a door down the hallway that has a deadbolt.Right, Olivia mentioned someone lives on the second story.It’s probably a staircase that connects the floors.
Hold on.If the front door is locked, how did Roen get out?Unless…he lives on the other side of that door.Which would mean I'm sharing a house with a man who’s willing to fight wild wolves.
That’s not as comforting as it should be.I retreat into the kitchen, where large bay windows overlook the sink, and a sliding glass door leads out to the yard.I go to check the lock, but when my hand touches the handle, I pull it open on impulse.Rain falls in a lazy drizzle.The breeze slips under my clothes and chills my feverish skin.
I look out into the darkness.
