Siren Bacall “Wolves”

About the Author:

I am a professor at a local Junior College in a city I cannot reveal at the moment.  I am dabbling at writing erotica and Ms. Rono was nice enough to indulge my fantasy.  I am 35 years old and am very satisfied with where I am in this juncture in my life.  Enjoy the story and let me know what you think of it.

Wolves

By Siren Bacall

They surrounded me.

Dozen pairs of eyes glowed in the dark, their wolf body stalking my naked, huddled   body.  I shook with fear as I smelled their hatred and hunger for my flesh.

“I didn’t mean to kill one of you,” I said, my voice breaking.  “I was just protecting my horse.”  They growled and salivated in the half light.  They didn’t care for my explanation.  I was riding home on my horse whose flesh had been ripped apart by the pack not ten minutes before.  Three of them flanked Ashby, my little mustang, and began to stalk him.  I had no choice but to pull out my pistol from my waist holder and fire at the closest beast.

My aim proved deadly.

Before I knew it, the grey furred animal on the right of my horse transformed into that of a man.  Hi savage eyes captured my eyes as he yanked me down from my horse and throw me to the ground.  From the damp grassland, I witnessed the black wolf hurl toward Ashby’s jugular while the other brown feral things attacked the tendons of his hind legs.  Within minutes, my beloved horse since I was a child was mauled in front of me.

Grey eyed man standing naked before me glowered and began to rip my clothing until nothing was left.  I covered my self the best I could but even in early sunset, my nakedness was stark.