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Crowning a Queen prt4
"My My den ?!" I exclaimed, both flustered and in shock.
"Where else can we go that others won't be able to find ? Oh, you still don't trust me look another male would have either taken you and or left you there, I didn't, doesn't that count for something?"
I hated to admit it but he had a point, he's different from the others somehow. He looks down at me expecting some kind of answer so I just say, "head towards the river, I'll direct you from there."
He just looks at me and he gives me a sweet smile that makes his eyes shine, reminding me yet again of the leaves shedding light down from the canopy of the trees. Before I notice that we were just looking at each other for a moment he turns towards the river and kicks off into a run.
This keeps going until we hit the river and I tell him to go north towards the waterfall in between the tallest oaks. In about a ½ hour we are there and know I am forced to tell him where it is.
"Where is it?" He asks
Crowning a Queen prt3
As soon as I am in the air I know I could die if I am not careful. The wind is now screaming for this to stop but I knew I couldn't stop. I feel the wind pushing me, trying to guide me back but I refuse its help, not knowing exactly what will come of my reckless decision. My body was stretched out; I was ready for the landing or so I thought.
I touched the ground, my back left paw pounded onto the ground with a crack and I howled in pain. The shock of the impact shuddered through my body and the pain stung me like the venom of a cotton mouth. My body shook violently through the change and I was reminded of my youth, for that moment I did not find the change beautiful. My bones cracked and formed into my half and half, soon my howls turned into shrieks and screams as I tried to get up from the ground. I tried to walk away but my body rejected my efforts.
I heard the male climb down, having changed to ½ & ½, using the jutting tree roots as leverages. Fear rolled through me agai
Crowning a Queen prt2
His grin grows at the prospect of the chase, "oh, I am so game " A growl rumbles from deep in his chest as he shifts into a wolf, muscles coiling under fur that look of velvet the color of an onyx, freshly plucked from the hearth of the goddess, and his same shimmering eyes that remind me of wilderness I love.
He looks at me and once again I know what he sees; lean with wirery/agile muscles covered with my golden fur shimmering in the sun, a full tail, dark skin around eyes that seem to sparkle with fire and ice clashing within the glowing reflection of an emerald. I stand tall, head held high with the dignity of an alpha position, which we both share.
The way he looks at me sends a shiver down my spine, a shiver that both frightens me and sends a heat coiling in my abdomen. I quickly try to shake the feelings rushing through me as I look into his eyes, I will not be confused, I must to do what I must and I know the reason all too well. He shakes the change off with ease and I see
Crowning a Queen Prt1
'Mating season, ugh, I hate this time of the years. Why I attract so many suitors is beyond me well I am of age but still there are other, far more willing females near my territory. I guess wolves go for me because they think I am an easy target but then they realize that I am not and they usually give up.'
I shake myself out of my thoughts and patrol my territory, its small but I have fought for it and won. I am proud of my territory; its natural beauty is priceless. I love the cold wind blowing through my golden fur, the trees, the luscious greenery and the feel of the rain and light snow still in the fresh air.
I finish my patrol; I head back to my den. I see the river with the pile of rocks I made and know that I am close. I shift to half and half, feeling the change, the ease of it: my arms and legs extending, my snout forming back into a nose, leaving my ears in the shape of the wolf and my tail out. Then I twitch my wolf ear when I hear a rustle in the bushes but I keep d
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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