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I felt as if I was connected with nature, and a good thing too, since I could not communicate with anyone else. My face just could not form the words that I wanted.

Not that I had tried.

I had spent most of my time thus far learning to walk, using my hands, and making tools. I knew how to by watching the orcs from afar. It was difficult, but I tried to make them myself, so I did not have to steal them. I only borrowed what I needed. Most of it was from Calliope and her male.

Speaking? I did not have time for it.

Now, I was getting lonely. Being a full animal, I enjoyed companionship with my human. Watching over Calliope for so long had ingrained in me a sense of belonging, and now I did not know what to do with myself.

I wanted...someone else to take care of.

I trotted toward where the trees beckoned me. My hooves gently prodded the soil while I sought the strange noises and scents that came from within. I got closer to the mouth of the Wood where the orcs came and went, and I heard boisterous laughter.

I stiffened and bolted toward the thickest shrubbery I could find. I peered through the dense leaves and saw that this wasn’t just a party of orcs to leave the Wood in search of females, but a group of shifters who had come inside.

I sniffed several times. The trees moved, wafting the scent of the group toward me. Wolves. Most of them smelled of wolves, but there was another smell that was intertwined within them. It smelled of fresh rain and damp grass. It was a natural scent, intensified, and my mouth salivated.

My elongated tongue glided slowly over the rough surface of my parted upper lip. The foreign presence of a newly formed fang startled me, and I felt it tear a wound into my tongue. A sharp breath filled my lungs as the taste of my own blood danced on my taste buds.

I hummed softly, pressing my fingers into the rich soil, feeling its coolness against my skin. The scent enveloped me, mingling with the tantalizing aroma that filled the air. I longed to sink my teeth into whatever was emitting that irresistible smell, but where it was coming from eluded me. Frustrated, I continued my search, my senses heightened, hoping to uncover the source of this mouthwatering temptation.

I patiently expected the rumble of my stomach, but it failed to make a sound. Instead, a taut sensation formed at the juncture between my legs, causing me to emit a low groan. I could feel my shaft, often referred to by the orcs as a cock or shaft, emerging from its hidden pocket between my legs and brushing against the balmy air.

It was hard, so painfully hard, and I wrapped my hand around the thick body part to ease the pain. Instead, a clear white fluid formed at the head, and when I took my hand up and down its length, I shuddered, as an amazing tingle ran down my spine.

The more I breathed in the scent, the more I wanted it.

What was it?

As I crept closer to the group of shifters, my senses were on high alert. The scent of rain and sweet dewy grass grew stronger, pulling me towards its source. My heart raced with anticipation and excitement, the temptation nearly overpowering me.

As I came as close as I could without being noticed, my hand still gripping my throbbing cock, I caught a glimpse of a single figure that seemed to be the focal point of the gathering. Her back was to me, and she was staring at the two orcs. One I knew to be Sugha and the other—it wasn’t important. All I knew was that their eyes were on the female, and I didn’t like it. A growl erupted in my throat, and my lip went into a snarl.

This female was tall and slender, with long limbs and short yellow hair falling around her face like a shadowy halo. The side of her face showed fear, and it took everything in me not to burst from the trees to save her.

I licked my lips, tasting blood again as I tried to decipher the complex feelings swirling within me. Was it because of my loneliness? Was this curiosity? Desire? Hunger? The line between them was blurred, and it seemed that every fiber of my being thirsted for this female.

Before I could make a decision, another shifter female stood in front of my female. She berated the unnamed orc, shoving a finger up in his face until she pushed him away. My shoulders relaxed, but the hand on my cock didn’t.

Did I just say she was mine?

With each passing moment, my cock grew harder and more demanding, throbbing with every heartbeat. I couldn’t help butwonder if this was how Calliope felt about her male—the orc she had claimed. Did it mean this female could be mine?

I shook my head and stroked the hair that grew on my chin. Couldn’t possibly be? I was a monster. A half-human, half goat creature. I was not meant to be here.

Even so, I stroked my cock, watching her.

Does this female have hair that smells like soft, sweet hay? Does her skin feel like silky flower petals?

Her head turned toward my section of the Wood, and I froze.

“Hey?” her voice, like a song, broke me from my trance.

“Do you see that over there?” She pointed in my direction and my eyes widened. My heart quickened in my chest too much, and I felt my body seize.

No, not now, anytime but now.

My body went rigid, and my body fell to the ground. My cock was still hard and exposed, and my body lay frozen on the soft ground.

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