Bite down 2

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"Where do you think you're going little wolf?" Amina tells me at the gates, "You need to stay back in the Vanderbilt Castle."

Amina of the Vanderbilt wolves doesn't seem to understand what's going on. I'm walking to the gate with Dakota, Karamo and Aunt Annie. As we approach the gate we can see the other wolves leaving the castle to defend it. There is this rush of fear all around us. We're all scared about what's going on. We were really being attacked. I never felt this excited.

"We're being attacked..." I tell her.

"Beta wolves have been ordered to stay in..."

"By who?" I ask.

"By the Alpha wolf."

"Walid is on his date. He's out there. He's out there with Basil. He's vulnerable," I state.

Amina doesn't seem like she wants to argue. She looks over at Dakota. I can see the look on her face. She's not used to being talked back to by the Betas. Maybe that is why she is looking at my handler. What is more annoying is that it works too.

Dakota touches me softly on my arm.

"Yas. Let's go back inside."

His voice is so low. His touch is so delicate. He's treating me as though I'm glass. All the other wolves that serve under the Vanderbilts in this area are off. The lesser Vanderbilt pack has darted into the woods struggling to look for Walid.
He was out there with no protection and these so called Wolf Hunters were also out there.

I shake Dakota off.

"No," I state.

Before Dakota can stop me I jet past him. Amina attempts to stop me but I swerve past her. I'm out in the middle of the field before I find myself ripping my clothes off. I'm completely naked before I know it. My dick is swinging in the breeze as I struggle to kick off my shoes. Within the next minute I transform. My body allows the red wolf to take over completely.

The red wolf is strong, desperate to come out. My hands become its claws. My mouth becomes its muzzle and my hair becomes its fur.

There's chaos in the field.

Gunshots!

My heart races. I keep going. I go deeper and deeper into the woods. I go so deep that I can't see anyone around me. The wolf in me is using its nose though. I remember the smell of Walid. I remember how he smelled the first time I met him. I remember him sweating when I gave him oral sex in that bathroom. The deep, masculine odor of his nut sack in my face comes to mind. I take a sniff at the woods struggling to see if I can smell that odor again.

I have to track him.

Gunshots!

They are shooting at me! I turn to see several men. I haven't seen them before. A black wolf comes out of nowhere and mauls one of the men. The other man struggles to shoot at the black wolf. I take off deeper into the woods. More wolves are coming out. There are more men too. These hunters are everywhere! They are making their way up to the castle in what looks like fucking hummers or some shit. I keep running past the hunters, past the wolves and towards the scent of Walid.

Where are you Walid?

Where are you?

The trees grow deep. The darkness swallows me. I can smell Walid. He's close. I keep going. I'm running faster than I've ever run before. That's when I see horses on a private trail through the woods about 2 miles from the main road that leads to Vanderbilt Castle. The horse smells like Walid. He is near here...somewhere. That's when I see someone who looks familiar.