Warning: This story includes themes of rape, domestic abuse, and sexism. There is also swearing and foul language. The setting is a violent world/society. Do not read this if you have any issues with any of the topics mentioned. If you are looking for sweet and fluffy, this story isn't for you.

His eyes glow in the darkness like two flames of a gas lit stove. He locks my gaze and a whimper escapes me. Moonlight bathes him just moments later as he strolls into the clearing. His gray fur blends with the magical wonderland of freshly fallen snow; mist streams from his muzzle. With his large, muscled body and snout raised toward the sky, he has the vibe of an Alpha. I crouch down, another whimper reflecting my submissiveness.

He just stands there—motionless—watching me. I don't dare to move. Slowly, he walks over, sniffing me, rubbing against me, taking in my scent. When his nose nudges me, I finally raise my head. His eyes have changed—the dangerous glint replaced by audacious mischief.

And then he jumps at me. Not in the overpowering way in which males prove their dominance by going for the female's throat, but more like my brothers had prompted me to play when we were little pups. After I free myself from under his crushing body, I shake my head, dazed and unsure of what just happened. His front legs are bent with his snout in the snow, his behind sticking up, tail twitching. His eyes smile. I raise on my hindlegs and attack.

Our game turns into a dance of wills, though every time his powerful body pushes me to the ground, he gives me time to get back on my four paws. Growls turn into an occasional yelp when one of us succeeds to nick the other's ear. He is fast and incredibly agile, but years of training with my brothers allow me to keep up. Both out of breath, we collapse in the snow.

Then we run. His strides are long, the muscles rippling under his gray fur whenever he leaps forward. A few times, I fall behind, and he stops, watching me intently until I manage to catch up. Our noses touch and we continue our wild race, our shadows chasing each other in the moonlight on snow covered plateaus before the darkness of the woods swallows them up again. The crisp freshness of winter stings in my lungs, but my fur and pumping muscles keep me warm.

By the riverbed, we find a small patch of broken ice to quench our thirst. I'm lying on my belly flat on the ground, panting, staring at him with admiration as he takes his fill. He is beautiful and strong with self-confidence oozing from him with every breath. Any she-wolf he'd select for his mate could call herself lucky. No doubt he'll protect her with his life.

For a moment, my heart soars with sadness. I want to hold on to this night forever, but soon enough, the sun will rise again. It will signal the beginning of a whole new life for me. Is it selfish to relish these moments with a stranger whom I will never see again? My father would call it egotistical madness. I choose to call it a glimpse of reckless happiness.

We walk shoulder to shoulder up the forest path with the nightlife around us keeping us company. Snapping twigs have his head turn before flapping wings and a hoot give the all-clear. Just an owl. A barking coyote is too far out to represent danger; strolling along under the moon is peaceful.

When he diverts our path back into the thick underwood, our steps are in unison. The chase starts again. This time, I'm in the lead, his boisterous growls following close behind me. When a twig gets entangled with my fur, I yelp, though it scares me more than it hurts. After diving across a fallen tree stump, I crouch down in a clearing, waiting for him to follow, so I could attack. My tail hits against my flank; my senses are on high alert.

He still surprises me with one long jump from behind. On my back, we roll around in the snow. I try to toss him off. His eyes sparkle as our snouts nip at each other with playfulness. His quick movements tire me out and when I run out of steam, I surrender with a low snarl.

Standing over me, gazing down, he nuzzles his nose into the fur behind my ear. The scent of his arousal surrounds him. As he licks my snout, my body reacts, nature taking over my senses. Not much prompting is needed for me to get into a mating position. Mounting me from behind, his dominance doesn't allow for defiance. It's the first time I pair in my wolf form—it's scary but exhilarating at the same time. Rubbing across my back as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me sends shivers all through my body. When he finds his release, his throaty growl vibrates deep inside my bones.

We snuggle against each other on a bed of dried twigs and cones under a huge blue spruce, dozing in and out of sleep until the sky colors the horizon in a bright red. That's when he rises and stretches, his nose nestling into my fur one last time. With one jump, he is gone. I lower my head and turn the other way to walk the few miles home. It's time to face my fate and forget that this night ever happened.

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© Sally Mason 2018

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