territory. Yet, nothing around him looked familiar. Odd.
The Silver Clan’s holdings extended for miles. They’d routed the cats and humans a thousand years ago. And since they’d defeated the bears, foxes and Red Clan during his uncle’s time as alpha, only silver wolves populated the magical forest in which he’d been raised. The pesky humans continued to stay away, discouraged from entering thanks to a sorcerer’s spell cast centuries ago, when wolves and magic-users had still been friends.
And thank the Wolf that had ended. Fenris stopped and drank at the spring, rumbling with pleasure as the cold, crisp water soothed his throat. Without thinking about it, he changed back into his other form. More cumbersome and not as tolerant of sharp teeth and claws as his wolf form, a man’s body nevertheless afforded some pleasures. Opposable thumbs were always a plus. And sex as a man trumped sex as a wolf any day of the week.
With a sad glance down at his cock, Fenris promised himself to find a female soon. It had been too long since his last tumble. And it would be just the thing to take his mind off his uncle’s other recent demands. As if Fenris wanted to take charge as the new alpha and deal with the headache of a mate. No, thank you.
He walked down a small hill into the spring’s runoff, a small waterfall that gave him just enough room, and cleaned himself, revitalised by the shock of cold water. When he stepped out he shook himself and felt twice as stupid when he only managed to fling a few droplets from his hair and slick body.
Wishing for a towel, he decided to let himself dry off naturally. As he stood in the calm and listened to the water flow, he noticed the sudden silence around him. Too quiet. Not good. As if thinking about trouble conjured it, Fenris suddenly found himself surrounded by unfamiliar wolves, a few foxes and one huge-ass grizzly bear.
“Shit.” Several of the wolves had reddish fur. Red wolves encroaching on his clan’s territory? “What the hell are you assholes doing on Silver land?”
He didn’t expect them to answer, nor was he surprised when they suddenly attacked. Shifting into his wolf, he dodged one set of claws and rammed into another wolf, knocking it back. Teeth tore into his hind leg before he kicked himself free. Turning, he met another pair of attackers and narrowly avoided getting his throat ripped out. With a vicious bite, he ripped into the ear of one wolf and shoved a fox away by gouging down his belly.
Then a large, red wolf hit him in the side and knocked him down. He fought back for a split second before the strangest feeling settled over him. He took the wolf’s scent deep into his lungs and smelled female…and something more.
Animalistic desire knifed through him. Between one heartbeat and the next, his anger turned to lust. He sprang to his feet and shoved the female down. When she rose, he mounted her, his instinct to mate overriding his senses. Fenris forgot everything but the need to release deeply inside the quivering wolf beneath him.
Just as he readied to thrust, something knocked him to the ground. A massive grizzly snarled and razed a blow to his head that stunned him. Other red wolves turned on him, biting and gouging, until he lay covered in blood. Still, the desire inside him throbbed, growing with every painful breath he took of that beautiful, red wolf with the strange, yellow eyes.
She barked at the others . Cease. Leave off. This one is mine. Then she pounced and closed her jaws over his throat. Despite the danger of the situation, Fenris sighed with a strange contentment before blackness overtook him.
Rudra wanted badly to kill this wolf, to assure he would never take another breath. He’d had the nerve to mount her in front of her own pack! Worse, she’d frozen under him, some part of her recognizing his dominance. As if some lowly, enemy wolf could tame her, Rudra Pavtek, alpha of the Red Clan.
Yet as much as she wanted to, she
The Silver Clan’s holdings extended for miles. They’d routed the cats and humans a thousand years ago. And since they’d defeated the bears, foxes and Red Clan during his uncle’s time as alpha, only silver wolves populated the magical forest in which he’d been raised. The pesky humans continued to stay away, discouraged from entering thanks to a sorcerer’s spell cast centuries ago, when wolves and magic-users had still been friends.
And thank the Wolf that had ended. Fenris stopped and drank at the spring, rumbling with pleasure as the cold, crisp water soothed his throat. Without thinking about it, he changed back into his other form. More cumbersome and not as tolerant of sharp teeth and claws as his wolf form, a man’s body nevertheless afforded some pleasures. Opposable thumbs were always a plus. And sex as a man trumped sex as a wolf any day of the week.
With a sad glance down at his cock, Fenris promised himself to find a female soon. It had been too long since his last tumble. And it would be just the thing to take his mind off his uncle’s other recent demands. As if Fenris wanted to take charge as the new alpha and deal with the headache of a mate. No, thank you.
He walked down a small hill into the spring’s runoff, a small waterfall that gave him just enough room, and cleaned himself, revitalised by the shock of cold water. When he stepped out he shook himself and felt twice as stupid when he only managed to fling a few droplets from his hair and slick body.
Wishing for a towel, he decided to let himself dry off naturally. As he stood in the calm and listened to the water flow, he noticed the sudden silence around him. Too quiet. Not good. As if thinking about trouble conjured it, Fenris suddenly found himself surrounded by unfamiliar wolves, a few foxes and one huge-ass grizzly bear.
“Shit.” Several of the wolves had reddish fur. Red wolves encroaching on his clan’s territory? “What the hell are you assholes doing on Silver land?”
He didn’t expect them to answer, nor was he surprised when they suddenly attacked. Shifting into his wolf, he dodged one set of claws and rammed into another wolf, knocking it back. Teeth tore into his hind leg before he kicked himself free. Turning, he met another pair of attackers and narrowly avoided getting his throat ripped out. With a vicious bite, he ripped into the ear of one wolf and shoved a fox away by gouging down his belly.
Then a large, red wolf hit him in the side and knocked him down. He fought back for a split second before the strangest feeling settled over him. He took the wolf’s scent deep into his lungs and smelled female…and something more.
Animalistic desire knifed through him. Between one heartbeat and the next, his anger turned to lust. He sprang to his feet and shoved the female down. When she rose, he mounted her, his instinct to mate overriding his senses. Fenris forgot everything but the need to release deeply inside the quivering wolf beneath him.
Just as he readied to thrust, something knocked him to the ground. A massive grizzly snarled and razed a blow to his head that stunned him. Other red wolves turned on him, biting and gouging, until he lay covered in blood. Still, the desire inside him throbbed, growing with every painful breath he took of that beautiful, red wolf with the strange, yellow eyes.
She barked at the others . Cease. Leave off. This one is mine. Then she pounced and closed her jaws over his throat. Despite the danger of the situation, Fenris sighed with a strange contentment before blackness overtook him.
Rudra wanted badly to kill this wolf, to assure he would never take another breath. He’d had the nerve to mount her in front of her own pack! Worse, she’d frozen under him, some part of her recognizing his dominance. As if some lowly, enemy wolf could tame her, Rudra Pavtek, alpha of the Red Clan.
Yet as much as she wanted to, she
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