Page 9 of Dark Wolf Soul
How is it even possible?
Not waiting to find out, I spin around and sprint for the woods. The moment I reach the tree line, I know I’m fucked. The wolf is too fast, already on my heels as I zig-zag through the maze of trees. Low branches smack me in the face and scrape along my bare arms, but I ignore them, focusing only on finding a tree with a branch low enough for me to grab. I took rock-wall climbing at the rec center during a free summer camp for foster kids once, and now it’s the only hope I have of escape.
I refuse to be one of those bimbo bitches who trips while running from the monster and gets killed before the opening credits are done.
But that’s fiction, and this is real life.
And in real life, wolves are fast as shit.
He’s on me in no time.
I don’t fall, but I recognize my mistake way too late. Just ahead, a large rock formation rises in front of me like a wall. I try to veer left but the wolf nips at my heels, sending me straight ahead. I do the same move to the right and get a scrape of teeth along my calf for my trouble.
Shit.
I hit the wall with both palms, nearly slamming my face into it, thanks to my momentum. Then I whirl, my back pressed to the wall, and try to prepare myself to be eaten alive.
But the wolf only stands several yards away, watching me with those orb eyes that hold more awareness than they should.
“Just get it over with already,” I snap.
Apparently, near-death experiences make me cranky.
Instead, the wolf shudders, and I hear a pop as its bones begin to crack.
What the fuck.
Right before my eyes, the wolf transforms.
One second, it’s a creature with four legs and fur. The next, it’s a man.
A very naked man.
“What…?”
I can’t help but scan his bared body. Broad shoulders, a muscular chest decorated with a swirling black tattoo, ripped abs that make it, frankly, unfair for the rest of the male population. And that perfectly shaped V pointing like an arrow straight to the largest dick I’ve ever seen.
The fact that it isn’t even at full mast is honestly impressive—even in my current state of questioning everything I think I know about the world.
But it’s his face that sends me reeling more than anything else.
I know that face.
I just saw it close-up earlier tonight.
The handsome stranger I lap-danced for mere hours ago stands before me now on full display—and he’s somehow capable of becoming a giant wolf.
Shock and panic overwhelm me, and I can feel my head spinning as everything I thought was true about being human is shattered.
“You are… that was… how is this possible?”
“How is what possible?” he demands.
“You were… a wolf.”
His eyes narrow. “Don’t play stupid; it’s annoying.”
“Excuse me?”
