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Wolf’s Bane CHALLENGES
“Don’t worry, bro, if she doesn’t accept your request, you can stay with me,” Jack said, still hugging Eron, who turned and looked at the smiling, innocent boss of the site. “Bro, I don’t know what to think about what you're offering me,” Eron said, smiling/smirking, but above everything, putting a big effort not to burst into laughter. Jack looked at the newbie’s naughty expression and took two steps back. “What the hell, bro!?” he laughed. “Seriously? I mean that we have a campsite, way safer than the middle of the forest, and you can stay there for free as long as you’re working here. Damn bro, your mind… it’s filthy, haha!” Eron's thoughts: “Sure… My mind… filthy? After the way you’ve been looking at me, I hope it’s really just my mind, bro.” “Well, doesn’t sound bad at all. I’ll take it. Hope it’s less dangerous than the forest, though,” he said, now letting out a hearty laugh. “Who knows, there might be more people there that would be giving me invitations to ‘stay with them
Wolf’s Bane SILENCE
His mind wandered back into the past, almost against his will... He was called by his brother after his hand-to-hand sparring session because of an important meeting with his father. Eron cringed inside, knowing that this would most likely be about the same damn topic that he had heard from his old man even way back since he turned eighteen. And yes, unfortunately for him, it was indeed that dreaded topic. Yet again… Good thing that it was just between him and his father, this time. “Son, are you absolutely sure that you don’t hear him in your head?” He tried to keep his voice toneless just so his irritation wouldn’t show, “No, father.” “Not even a whisper? Or even feel him?” “Dad, I’m telling you, I don’t have a voice in my head that answers me back. I keep talking to practically nothing! I’ve tried everything, but I really can’t hear anything - or anyone - inside me. Besides, does it really matter to you? I can still do whatever you ask me to. I can easily win in a fight, a b
Wolf’s Bane TWO SPECIAL WOMEN
“Oh, my Goddess!” he whispered to himself as he viewed the naked woman’s back as she waded waist-high in the clear waters of the pool. “She’s absolutely gorgeous…” The view of the small waterfall, the large ferns, bushes, and trees surrounding the pool was the perfect frame for this curvaceous, tanned, naturally beautiful female who had her midnight black hair up in a bun. He was struck speechless and was frozen in place at the stunning beauty of the whole scene, but his eyes would not leave that one glorious focal point of his attention. And the way she smelled! It wasn’t just roses and strawberries now. There was something else and though he found it hard to identify it was overwhelming all his senses as if he was dunked into the perfume that she was exuding, threatening to drown him… Eron just wanted to stay there, breathing, drinking, eating her scent without caring if he ever inhaled air again. But he didn’t know why… It just seemed to be the most natural thing in the world f
Wolf’s Bane SECRECY & SAFETY
The darkness in the room made it hard to make out what was happening within. However, once your eyes adjust to the shadows in the room, you realize that it’s actually a larger-than-average bedroom. And if you would just listen intently, there were two people on the large king-sized bed. It was a man and a woman, and they were both naked… And... well, they were doing more than just sleeping. “My love, p-please… go faster… harder… I’m close…” begged a low and lusty female voice as she breathed hard in between her words. The muscular man above her kept moving in and out of her, his manhood tightly gripped by the woman’s wet and luscious walls. He increased his pace and moved deeper into her; his strength being fueled by his fiery passions. This caused the woman to writhe and tremble even more, and he felt his libido rising at the sight of her pained pleasure. Hero knew she was close, based on her impassioned moans, the wetness of her slick pussy, and how her lips were now tightening
Wolf’s Bane LUSTFUL THOUGHTS
“Twinny, I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you later, OK?” Eron said, suddenly conscious of a known smell approaching him from behind. “Everything alright?” she asked worriedly, as it was her usual habit to make sure her twin was fine. Especially now that he had decided to stay away from his childhood home... “Yes. I’ll get back to you soon, I promise.” “You better,” she said with a smile, finally dropping the call. Eron listened carefully to the crackling of the leaves, getting lost once more in the scent that was now an immediate trigger to the memories of what he saw at the pool. How her wet, long, black hair fell on her body half-covering her back and full breasts, making him want to move it aside and have a taste of the luscious body that, after a first look, he now craved like water in the desert. He felt his dick getting hard once again and tried to control himself before she was too close to notice. “Come on, Eron! Really?” he told himself, now blushing. Who could have thou
Wolf’s Bane MASON
Around ten years ago... “Diwana Armanaz,” read the small piece of cardboard that the tall, thin, brown-skinned man held at the exit of ‘arrivals’ in the airport. He was indeed nervous, but nobody would ever know that. He was the kind of man that was raised to be a ‘man’ in the old meaning of the word, suffering in silence and having no idea on how to feel or interpret feelings in any way. Too shy to find a girlfriend that one day would become his wife, he grew older, and tired of being alone while thinking of himself as too old to learn how to get a wife that he would really love, he found the way to get a mail-order bride. She was beautiful, at least from what he had seen in the pictures. “How was it possible that she’s available?” he thought more than once. “What would I do when she’s right in front of me?” he thought right then and there as she was just steps away from him. The airport’s automatic doors opened and all the arriving tourists, visitors, and family members walked
Wolf’s Bane SIGNS AND WARNINGS
Eron was about to go back to his tent when he heard that the door was opening, and children’s voices were heard from inside. “Di!!!” said Katya, the youngest of the three, just nine years old, small, jumping and waving her black, straight hair up and down with each bounce. “Diwa,” Erica, the oldest, fifteen, said worriedly, looking at how pale their caretaker was. “Please, let her come in, guys, I think she’s not ok.” “Yes, Di, you look very pale. Come on, Katya, let’s move aside for a moment,” Macky, the one in the middle, twelve years old, tall, and a well-educated gentleman asked his little sister and then with his older sister helped Diwana get inside the house to the kitchen. They took her to one of the high chairs that surrounded the kitchen bar, and then young Katya, who walked behind them, went ahead, taking one of the glasses and filling it up with cold water from the filter. “Please drink this, Di,” she said with her soft, still-childlike voice. “Thank you, dear,” Diwan
Wolf’s Bane SECRET DISCOVERIES
He still hadn't shifted to his human form, and he knew staying as a wolf kept his senses sharper than his already impressive hearing and visual capacities were. As it was, his intensive training with his father's pack had prepared and turned him into one of the most superior warriors in their clan, even equaling his older brother, but his experiences outside the packhouse had increased his fighting skills even more. Much as Eron hated that part of his life, he couldn't help but appreciate it for truly improving his skills and abilities. Especially in times like these… He expertly jumped to the ground, his front paws landing silently first then swiftly ran towards the direction where he "felt" several presences. Since he did shift to werewolf as he climbed up a tree earlier on just so he could see the house better, along with its residents, he had decided to change to wolf as he hid behind the branches and continued in that form in his present personal mission. "Whoever those people