Wolf's Run: A BBW Shifter Romance by D. H. Cameron

him. Maybe there I’d find an answer. I fought to quiet my mind, to push out the fear and apprehension. I fought to believe that I could do this because it’s all I had to hold on to.
    I found nothing at first but I continued to seek what may not have even existed. Then I discovered a shred of memory, a flash of something distant. I strived to grab hold of it but the memory was elusive. I pursued it with a grim determination and almost let go of it as it came into focus. It wasn’t my memory that I’d found at all. The memory was that of a wolf. I found myself running through the woods on four paws. I followed another wolf, its mate I assumed. A moment later, I lost hold of the memory and it faded.
    But what I found there was all I needed, the feeling I required to become what I was destined to be. I’d felt it before and lost it as Dolan attacked me. Now, I followed that feeling as I stripped naked there in the forest. I felt my body begin to change and I fought the fear of it. I felt the pain as I fell to my hands and knees. I smelled the forest in ways I didn’t know were possible, the passing of a deer nearby hours before, the rain that had fallen over a month ago, a dead mouse that lay nearby hidden in the debris of the forest floor. My vision sharpened and I began to perceive detail I had missed before. I looked down and instead of my hands, I found two black paws.
    The pain passed and I immediately began to run. There was no time to ponder what I had become. I ran faster than I’d ever run before. I ran towards the unmistakable scent of my mate. I ran like a wolf.
    ~~O~~
    The gray growled and its fur bristled. One of the blacks approached but the gray wolf that was Yeager darted towards it, jaws snapping and growling. The black retreated. Still, it was only a matter of time. The black wolves, including the one that was Dolan, would find a weakness. The black wolves had time on their side. They would find an opening, and then they would rush the gray wolf and finish him. But the gray wolf, much to his astonishment and confusion, knew help was on the way.
    The black wolf that was Dolan glared at the gray wolf with his gray-green eyes. He hungered to avenge his father, to take from the gray what he valued most and make her his own but then shock and fear registered in those eyes. The black wolf with the scar turned as it caught a scent, a scent he recognized but could not reconcile with what he knew. From the trees behind emerged a large black wolf with a white patch on its back and bright emerald green eyes. It bared its teeth and snarled in challenge to the black wolf that was Dolan. The black and white wolf that was Cassie could not only see the fear in her brother’s eyes but smell it on him as well.
    ~~O~~
    For a moment, no wolf moved. Each of us judged the situation, formed strategies and sized up our enemies. It was instinctual. I saw the appeal of being a shifter. As a woman I was still but nineteen, still trying to figure out the world and find my place in it. As a wolf, I was fully realized. My instincts and skills were finely honed. I wasn’t a juvenile or a floundering new cub. I was a beautiful she-wolf and among my many attributes was a penchant for killing that I found neither distasteful nor alarming.
    Dolan made the first move, rushing me, as Yeager moved to block his pack from intervening. Surprise was on our side and we had gained the advantage though they numbered four and we were but two. The black wolf with the scar bounded up the slope and I made ready to great him, teeth bared and snarling. His heavy body slammed into mine but I absorbed the impact and sank my teeth into Dolan’s shoulder as we tumbled into the trees. He howled in pain but shook free of my grasp, rolling away and gaining his feet again. I found my bearings as well as we circled, each of us looking for an opening in the other’s defenses.
    Yeager stood between us and the rest of Dolan’s pack. The wolf that was Yeager was