Leader of the Pack by Leighann Phoenix

breathlessly. “But not in any of the ways that everyone else believes.”
    Cullen grinned and winked at her. Aislinn reached for her glass of water and noticed that Cullen was staring down her blouse. When he finally met her gaze again she gave him a knowing, amused look.
    “I’m only a man,” he said with a wicked grin.
    “I have a hard time believing that,” she answered. As she set the water back down it spilled and ran across the table toward the papers he had moved out of the way when they sat down. “Shit,” she said and grabbed the papers up, barely missing the torrent of water. As she held them up she felt the dark and light take her. Everything in the restaurant seemed to freeze in time, like a dream while she was awake.
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    Aislinn saw a series of scenes flash before her eyes. First she saw a small, sleepy town. It was night and the streets were empty. She was standing naked, like in her other dreams, she moved and changed into her animal shape as she walked through the streets. She could hear the voices whispering but they weren’t looking for her. They were looking for something. She walked through the streets. She couldn’t see any people, but she saw buildings burning, and heard the whispering. She followed the voices to the buildings. It was as though the fire was frozen in its blaze, solid and blinding in the darkness. She walked into the building and found she was instantly in an office. The room was torn apart and books and papers were strewn about the floor. The bookshelves were thrown away from the walls and the desk was carved in half as though someone had taken out his anger on the innocent furniture.
    The scene shifted, and again she was standing naked on a street. Again she heard the whispering, and again she found a burning building. Walking through the door she found herself in a library, just as destroyed as the office had been. The scene shifted again and again. Always she was taken to a burning building and always she found herself in a room of books.
    Finally she was surrounded by people. There was no street. She was walking through trees. This felt much different. This time the danger was coming. In the other places the danger had already gone. There were people and wolves. They were celebrating something. She walked slowly through the crowds of people and wolves. They didn’t seem to see her. She knew that she wouldn’t be here. This premonition was not for her.
    She had never had a premonition for someone other than herself. It was a strange sensation. She knew that the danger was fearsome and real and coming. She knew she was meant to warn these people. She walked through the woods. Everywhere she looked there was sex. Half of the people she looked at were as naked as she was. They didn’t seem to see her. But she got the impression that if they could see her it wouldn’t have mattered.
    She found herself looking at a woman on her hands and knees. She was beautiful. Her eyes glowed amber in the night. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders. On top of her was a large black wolf. He had mounted her and the woman was writhing in ecstasy as the wolf wildly humped against her. Aislinn walked around the pair. She was fascinated. And she was aroused. She watched as the woman moaned and the wolf growled. Beads of sweat formed on the woman’s brow. She begged the wolf to fuck her harder. The wolf’s eyes glowed that same amber, brilliant and needy as he thrust into her. His claws scratched her sides and she begged for more from him. Finally the woman began to cry out her pleasure and the wolf howled hungrily at the sky.
    Aislinn reached down and touched herself as the couple cried out their climax. She could feel the wetness pooling in her own heated center as she stared in amazement at the pair. Then they both rolled off onto their sides. As she watched the wolf slowly turned into a man. All the while the creature’s cock remained lodged in the woman’s body. Aislinn stared