Growing up, I was different, I could smell things others couldn't, hear things others couldn't, and taste things others couldnt. I lived with my mamah, although she wasn't my real mother, I thought of her as mine. What's stranger is that, I've always had this voice in my head, not to sound crazy... Maybe I am, but anywayss, it talks to me, it's like another being is inside me, and whenever I think of her, she takes the shape of a wolf in my mind, but not a regular wolf, a huge wolf, with shimmering fur that's like the reflection of the moon, white but with the metallic shein of blue and purple, sometimes she tells me stories, of how packs of werewolves rome through the world, they find their mates, and some are wild, known as rogues. She tells me her name is Aurora.
He was gigantic.
The 7'0 monster of a man towered over her, even though he was sitting. Bright cyan eyes gazed down at her unreadably.
He gestured with his large fingers for her to come closer. She'd anxiously waddle up to him.
His bare chest was on full display. Long, complex tattoos covered his right peck and entire arm. A language she didn't understand was written all along it. She was squeezing her thighs together and studying his manly appearance like a whimpering dog in heat.
She could only squeal when he settled his hands on her hips and hauled her onto his lap.
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Suffering from severe amnesia, a woman wakes up cold and alone in a forest. She doesn't know where she is, how she got here, or who she even is.
She's fortunate that a nearby community finds her and takes her in, where she meets a silent and... clingy... brute.