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

big as wolves went and the others kept their distance, unwilling to attack unless they had a clear advantage. Strangely enough, none of this seemed out of the ordinary. I retained memories of my human form but none of the emotions and fears. I was free to act but I relied on instinct as well. I knew who and what I was but I was a wolf now. Combat and killing were not foreign to my kind.
    Dolan and I continued to circle one another. I felt no need to rush in and give away any advantage I might have. I patiently waited, as did my adversary, for an opportunity. Then I saw it. Dolan’s focus was momentarily disturbed as Yeager and one of Dolan’s pack engaged. I ignored it. Yeager could take care of himself, the trust we had developed, or fate had provided, playing to our advantage. I feinted one way and Dolan, caught off guard, moved to defend. As he overcompensated in reaction to my feint, I found my opening.
    I attacked, lunging for the big black wolf, lowering my head and crashing into his ribcage. Dolan tried to bend and sink his fangs into me but got a mouthful of my thick fur instead. Being a bit fluffy as I was had its advantages. Without the leverage a bite would have provided, Dolan was knocked from his paws and onto his back. I moved in for the kill, my mouth watering at the thought. I threw myself at the fallen wolf and straddled him, my fangs showing and growling menacingly as saliva dripped from my mouth.
    I smelled the fear as I went for Dolan’s exposed throat. One of his pack, however, slammed into me and denied me my kill. Dolan got to his paws as I rolled away. He was injured, likely a broken rib or two, but not out. Now, however, it was two against one. I stole a glance at Yeager. I saw in his eyes a hint of regret at letting one of Dolan’s pack escape as he stared back. I forgave him with my eyes. The matter was forgotten, another advantage of being a wolf I suppose, and we each turned our attention to our foes.
    I danced with two black wolves now, Dolan and one of his pack. Again, we played the game, each in defensive mode but ready to exploit any opening. Yeager and the two black wolves he faced did that same. Yeager and I were outnumbered, however, and this was not combat over territory or a fresh kill. There would be no backing down, no submission. This fight was to the death and the odds were not in our favor.
    How long it had been since I spoke to Edie, I didn’t know. My sense of time was distorted in this form. For wolves, time was measured by sunrises and sunsets, by the seasons and the moon instead of clocks and calendars. Still, I knew it hadn’t been long enough. Help may have been on its way but likely too late to make a difference. That is assuming Edie could even find the man named Murphy and convince him to come.
    Suddenly, the wolf that wasn’t Dolan lunged at me. It was a half-hearted attempt that I easily avoided but it was too late when I realized it was just a distraction. Dolan came at me from the opposite side, his jaws open. I twisted in an attempt to escape but this time I failed. Dolan sank his teeth into my side. I yelped in pain as I resisted the urge to counter and bite Dolan and expose myself to the other wolf. But I moved as if I might be that stupid.
    The other wolf came at me, sure I was defenseless. I wasn’t. I turned my head and there awaiting me like a half-witted rabbit was the neck of my opponent. I seized the other wolf by its neck and bit down as hard as I could. I tasted blood and fear for the first time and a rush of elation surged through me. I threw my back end sideways, and widened my stance. Dolan’s teeth lost their grip on me as I shook the other wolf in my jaws and broke its neck.
    I let go the lifeless body, letting it fall with a sickening thud to the forest floor and immediately turned to face Dolan. Yeager was now engaged with his adversaries, the three of them no longer circling but twisting and turning as they stirred up a cloud of dust and