War of Needs

War of Needs

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The wolves and the foxes had been in a war since everyone could remember. It's just Mina's luck to get stuck in the middle of a snowstorm with an enemy wolf, right before her heat. Futa, PWP, werewolf/werefox
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Myōi Mina's latest book, The Girl Who Cried Wolf, has been critically panned and she is humiliated by it so she moves out to the small village of Kyoshu where she meets Son Chaeyoung, a woman with a peculiar condition that may inspire Mina to pick up the pen once more. Can their new found love survive the storm that surrounds Chaeyoung, or will the cost be too high for Mina? ____ The forest is dark and quiet, only the sounds of distant insects pierces the veil of night around me. The mist crawls quietly around me, chilling me and filling me with a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. I walk forward on bare feet, never knowing where I'm going except ahead. The dew on the grass beneath my feet is cold and slippery. The forest rumbles, a deep tremor that shakes the trees spilling leaves onto the soft down of the forest floor. I know it is close. I whirl around and it's near me, a wolf as large as a man. It stands on it's hind legs, white skin glistening in the soft light of the moon that hangs in the sky. Her eyes are light brown, her gaze pierces me in a way that I have longed for. She growls and I can smell blood on her breath. I reach out for her, to feel her as if to make sure she is real. She is. My hand feels her soft fur as it runs through it and, for only a moment, those light brown eyes soften. I can swear she whispers my name, then the bite and the scream.

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