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

earth. I, however, paid that no attention. This would end when Dolan was dead and I intended to finish it here and now but his bite told me all I needed to know. He wanted his half-sister, a fact that wasn’t nearly so appalling in my present form, for his own. He meant to force me to submit instead of kill me, something I would do as a wolf if necessary, an instinct that I’d find hard to resist. But I meant to kill Dolan and that gave me the edge.
    I growled and snarled, my thick and fluffy black fur standing on end making me look bigger than I was. Dolan was leaner and a bit mangy compared to me but the fur along his back stood as well giving him a menacing look. As Cassie, the woman, Dolan frightened me out of my wits. I remembered his hands turning to claws and the sight of his shifting manhood between his legs. I remembered the fear but I didn’t feel it. I only felt disgust. Dolan was a renegade, an angry, aggressive man and a poor fucking excuse for a wolf. In this world, the world of wolves, he clearly deserved his fate.
    I was sick of playing these games. I ceased to circle and stood my ground instead. Dolan stopped moving, confused by my actions. Then I howled in challenge like only a wolf can. I was inviting the mangy bastard to come get me. In fact, I was counting on it. I spoke to his manhood, his canine instincts. I challenged his standing as an alpha and it was a challenge he couldn’t reject.
    The black wolf with the scar that was Dolan rushed me, teeth bared, saliva dripping. He had tasted my blood and he wanted more but I was ready. He lunged and I rolled out of the way as Dolan flew past. Then as he was off balance, I gained my feet and crashed into his injured flank. The black wolf yelped in pain as he rolled but I didn’t relent. I was on top of him immediately. I sank my teeth into Dolan’s shoulder and ripped flesh from bone. I spat it out and went for his neck but he managed to squirm free. He got to his four paws and backed away warily. His eyes darted past me and suddenly I was aware without looking that the remaining two members of his pack stood behind me simply watching.
    Dolan’s eyes were full of confusion and hatred. His pack no longer followed him. They no longer recognized his dominance. The recognized mine instead. As a woman I was at Dolan’s mercy but as a wolf, I was at least his equal and his desire to possess me instead of kill me sealed his fate. Yeager came to my side as Dolan found himself backed up against the same rock wall Yeager had been pinned against when I found him. The wolf that was Dolan looked for a way to escape but Yeager and I had him hemmed in. He was cornered and desperate. Dolan came out fighting.
    Dolan made a foolish, desperate attempt to get at me finally willing to give up his prize to save his own neck, but that left him open for Yeager. The gray wolf sank his teeth into Dolan’s neck yanking the black wolf out of midair slamming him to the ground. Dolan yelped but weakly, his eyes filled with dread and terror, darting this way and that. Yeager let go but only to get a better angle, again sinking his teeth into Dolan’s neck and crushing it between his powerful jaws. Dolan whimpered and his eyes went still. Dolan was dead.
    I turned towards the two black wolves that remained and growled a low growl, a warning. I had no interest in leading them as their alpha though they would have followed. Instead, I reminded them what I could do if they dared bother me again. They cowered, lowing their heads in submission and then they bolted, one bounding after the other into the trees. I watched them go and then turned to sniff Dolan’s lifeless carcass. As I did, a hand reached down and scratched me behind the ear. That felt wonderful, like...like a little bit of heaven.
    “It’s OK, Cassie. You can let go now,” Yeager told me. I looked up at him. Yeager was a man again. My tongue lolled out as I panted quickly. I didn’t want shift back to my human form.