Bound By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1) Read Free Page B

As she peered over the edge, careful not to
lean too far over, she heard the noise again behind her, this time
something closer to footsteps. She turned her head around
quickly.
    “Hello?”
    But as she turned around, she heard another
rustle and she swore she saw the shadowy figure run behind another
tree. It was as if it was spying on her. If Rachel hadn’t known any
better, she would have sworn the shadow was in the shape of a
human. A man, actually.
    “Don’t be stupid,” she told herself. “There’s
no one else up here. The park rangers told us there was no one else
attempting this mountain this weekend. You’re being crazy. It’s
probably just the altitude. Just get it together and look at the
height you just climbed. You’re tired and-”
    There it was again, leaning out from behind
another gigantic sequoia tree. It’s movements were more graceful
than a man, but it was larger than any animal Rachel had ever seen.
She walked towards it, but when she got closer the figure started
to run.
    Before she knew what she was doing, Rachel
had grabbed her gear and began running after it. It wasn’t as fast
as a wildcat, running just beyond her as if it wanted her to follow
it. She was tired, she needed rest, but the adrenaline was pumping
through making her faster, more limber, bolstering her curiosity
above all else. Together, with her closely at its heels, they ran
down a bank of the mountain to a clearing, where tree branches
thick with leaves obscured much of the sunlight. In the mottled
darkness, the figure raced behind another tree and began circling,
tree after tree, but still obscured in the shadow. Rachel stood in
the middle of the clearing, turning around in circles.
    “Hello?” she said. “Who are you? I just want
to see you. I promise I won’t hurt you.” She realized how silly
that sounded. She was much smaller than the creature, whatever it
was. But humans were still the natural predators of the wilderness
and all its children. Rachel called out again but nothing
responded.
    She started feeling dizzy, and leaned over,
putting her hands on her thighs to steady herself. She looked down
at the ground and the bed of leaves beneath her cushioning her
aching feet, feeling all of a sudden like she needed to take a nap.
The last thing she remembered hearing was a loud flutter of leaves
and the soft pouncing of an animal expertly catching it’s prey.
    When Rachel opened her eyes, she felt a
tightness around her limbs and her belly and a familiar scratching
against her back, which she realized then was completely bare. She
was tied to a tree. Her arms, above her head, and her legs, spread
out below her, were bound using the ropes from her own climbing
gear. She tried to scream, but she was too tired, and almost no
sound came out.
    Across the clearing, she saw her creature. It
came closer and she finally gets a look at the thing she chased
here, the thing that must be responsible for her capture. It’s
walking on all fours, covered head to paw in a thick grey fur. The
color of rock, of a winter sky.
    The closer it gets to her, the more of its
body and face she sees. It is definitely a male, she can sense his
energy and smell the musk of something that values the conquest
even more than she does. His body is moving swiftly towards her,
and in the light that seeps beyond the leaves, she sees a face,
half wolf but with distinctly human eyes. Rachel gasps.
    “What are you?”
    “I’m Rannulf,” he said. “And I could smell
you coming from miles away,” said the creature. Rachel caught her
breath. His voice was so husky, so sensual. It was like a growl
made coherent.
    “What do you want from me?” she whispered,
knowing already what his answer was but wanting to hear his voice
again.
    Instead of a response, the animal stood up on
its hind legs. She scanned its body, feeling almost faint as she
saw the human-like abdominal muscles flanked by distinctly animal
ribs.
    And then, she saw it. A huge, bulging