Legend of Fury

I took in everything. I was smarter than anyone in my pack had realized.

Eventually, she was taking me with her. Walking me to the river and back.

I tried to stay by her side as she indicated she wanted me to.

But sometimes I got eager and wandered off.

When I heard her step on a twig or kick a rock, I remembered I left her and rushed back.

Despite what she’d said, she let me stay.

I brought home food. She cooked it. And she let me stay.

Nearly a year had passed, and I was restless. Thinking of that dream. Envisioning her touch on me. Feeling how it aroused me.

I wanted more.

I was outside with her one day when I caught the scent of a female wolf.

Every male instinct in me went wild and I pursued that scent. Finding her licking her paws from eating something she’d just killed.

I couldn’t wait. I climbed over her. Hooking her shoulders with my paws and shifting my hips to try to find relief for my aching parts.

But in moments, she’d somehow managed to turn within her own skin. Sinking vicious teeth into my paws. Catching my neck and tossing me aside. She bit around my face and neck. Sinking in teeth while I whined and tried to roll away. She bit me repeatedly. Even biting near my tail as I fled her brutal jaws.

I rushed back to the woman. Bloodied and head lowered in shame.

“What happened?” She dropped her basket to rush to me. Lifting my head to look at my wounds. “You took off so fast, I thought you’d found some supper!”

It was that moment while I looked in her pretty blue eyes. That I decided I hated my kind.

I want to be what she is.

I want her.