Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf finds his mate (2 page)

As she glanced around she remembered this area. She read about it in books about legends and myths, and how the families who lived in the area for centuries, talked of Werewolves. How they had integrated into the population of humans and became upstanding respectable citizens, like businessmen, mayors, or governors, where humans couldn’t tell them from regular people. She dismissed the thought.

The lake appeared closer now. When the blue lake came into view she stumbled from the weakness in her legs. She felt the urge for water and she ran and then she stopped. In the wilderness, animals hunt prey at water holes. She knew the dangers of the water. Snakes, wolves, mountain lions could be lurking about. “Where is that huge white wolf?” she murmured turning to look behind her . Adrienne decided to take cover behind a large boulder until she could see an all clear. Only then would she venture near the water.

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rouching behind a rock for half of the day, the sun lowered behind the mountain range, Adrienne made a dash for the lake. She reached its edge, where a small stream stretched out near its mouth. She lay down and cupped a hand full of sparkling fresh water. Then she bent her head and lapped up a mouthful. Her eyes raising, they caught a glance of a water fall in a distance, and on the cliff she saw him standing at the very top of the falls, magnificent white wolf. He lifted his head and let out a chilling howl. The hair on her body tingled.

On her hikes with Paul she noted that sometimes waterfalls hid entrances to caves. She had to get there to check. She needed the protection from the elements. She knew she couldn’t make it outside with the chill of the nights, and with that wolf tracking her. 

Indians were known to inhabit some of those caves years ago, she thought, getting to her feet and walking in the direction of the sound of the falls.

There existed many dangers in caves, bears hibernating with young cubs, and bats, but it was far better than sleeping out in the opening, but she forgot about a den of wolves.

She had to do something. She trudged on to the waterfall. Like everything around her, if you’re traveling on foot everything appears to be farther than it is. Finally, she reached the waterfall. And as she thought, it cloaked a cave. She picked up a stick, “If I have to go, I’m not going easy,” she murmured.

Standing at the mouth’s opening to the cave, still hesitant to enter, she thought
, if this is a bear’s cave, there’s no way I walking out of here.
Once again what choice did she have? Slowly and cautiously she entered. “So far so good,” she whispered. With her stick in her hand, she braved through to another chamber. Inside the main chamber of the cave, to her surprise were embers left over from a fire.
A man made this fire,
she noted. She gave out a contented sigh of relief. At some point she didn’t care and she fell on the large black bear rug in front of the failing fire, unable to gauge her fatigue.

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drienne woke feeling stiff and uneasy. Turning her head and body became a chore. She wasn’t used to sleeping on the ground. The embers from the fire no longer providing light and warmth in the dark dank cave. That cave gave a new meaning to darkness. Then she heard hoarse breathing near her, next to her face. Close. Too close.

Then a moan, the moaning of a hurt animal, the sound of a large dog. She was afraid to move, she was afraid to breathe, but she stretched her left hand out to feel and push her to her feet, but instead she touched on something warm and furry, not like the dead bear rug, it had a heartbeat. She jumped to her feet stick in hand. Its white fur illuminating the area where she slept. She peered down at a large white wolf stretched out close to her feet, its body searching for warmth from the cold damp cave.

No movement from the animal. She poked it with the stick and still nothing. By the amount of blood seeping from its large shoulder, it had been hurt, and loss of blood could be the reason for lack of movement. Its hind leg severely injured. Small cuts were prevalent on its front paws with blood oozing from the open wounds. Clearly it was in bad shape, otherwise, she would have been its food. Peering at it lying helpless, “It’s a male,” Adrienne said, her voice low. “A lone wolf.” By his enormous shoulders, paws, hind legs, and genitals, its body stretched from head to toe, over six feet. The largest wolf she had seen outside of a movie.

She felt sorry for him at that moment.
This magnificent creature, with a face almost human, with its beautiful shaped wide mouth.
“How can anyone hurt such a handsome animal?” she said bending to rub his stomach and rake her fingers through his fur. She stroked his silken fur, which was awash in blood, now the fur had a sickly pink color near his paws and hind legs. She continued rubbing his belly and he responded to her soothing touch with a soft moan. He tried opening his eyes and raising his head but it fell at once in the same spot.

She caught a glimpse of its eyes on his second try to right his head up, sad, and blue as a fresh water lake.

Adrienne rushed to the waterfall and cupped her hands, catching some of the water. Dashing back, she kneeled near his mouth, and poured the water into it. His large tongue began to respond, and he slurped it up. She repeated getting water a few more times, until she spied his chest moving up and down.

Sunlight finally entered the cave providing dim light. She could walk around and she spied cups, plates, spoons, and matches. Reaching for these things she worried that the men who occupied the cave would track this magnificent animal and kill him. She vowed she wouldn’t let this happen.

She made a fire and the wolf began to respond, his body relaxed, yet he couldn’t open his eyes. She searched around the kitchen and saw a shelf with bottles. Reaching for the bottles she read the labels. There were antibiotics, pain pills, and iodine. Setting on the bottom shelf, a large first aid kit.

If I can get these down his throat then I can save him. Maybe if I save him he will turn on me and I’ll become his dinner,
she thought. And it was then that she remembered that it had been two days since she ate. Making use of the light in the cave, to her surprise the cave had been sectioned off like rooms in a house. There were bedrooms and each were distinct. The larger room more elaborate with large skins and animal pelts and handmade chairs and tables. Like a dressing table a woman might find appealing. On the table a LCD lamp and books. A large chest with men clothes made from cedar wood carved from a large tree. A real home away from home, a real man’s cave, she thought.

And then she discovered what appeared to be a meeting room with a large table and eight chairs, or a dining area.

She glanced around and in the corner a brown wooden cabinet at the far end of the room. Adrienne opened the cabinet and inside, wild ducks, pigs, squirrels, rabbits, and venison and even bear meat. It was a smoke house. The smoked meat had been preserved for later consumption. Adrienne reached in and took a handful of the meat and devoured it. Then she remembered the white wolf. She had to get something into him.

She grabbed a cup and passing the wolf, she noticed that he was breathing hard. Rushing to get him some water, she ran back spilling most of it. In one hand she had a breast of a duck. She put it near the wolf’s mouth and he turned up his nose. “Look if you’re hungry you will have to eat this. I’m not your baby sitter,” she argued. He just shook his head and with his nose, pushed it away without opening his eyes. She got some water and pills down his throat but he wouldn’t eat.

She made a second try at feeding him. “I know wolves like deer,” she said to him.

Looking away at the cave’s opening, she noticed that the weather had changed. It always changes in this area of the country, overnight. Heavy snow had begun to fall. She would have to spend one more night in this cave, although it was comfortable, and she could see why someone would choose to live here as a get-away trying to soak up nature, she didn’t think that she could do this forever. She had to get out of here before the winter set in.

Lighting the fire and sitting near the wolf, she fed him the venison because he didn’t like duck but he did eat a piece of deer meat. “Who ever heard of a temperamental wolf? I thought you creatures ate anything,” she said dropping pieces of meat in his mouth, nursing the ungrateful wolf back to life. And she thought it would be her undoing. Yet she had no choice. She was stuck with him. As long as he didn’t eat much, she was safe. Looking around one of the rooms she found a book. She would try reading it later.

Curious, she searched the belongings in the chest in the first bedroom. She carefully opened the chest and there under jeans and a red lumber jack shirt was a wedding dress. Then she heard the loud roar of the wolf. It was as if he was having a nightmare and then it died down. She rushed to see him with his eyes closed licking his wounds. Then she thought about the iodine. She grabbed it from the shelf and headed into the room where he lay.

Pouring the iodine on his wounds he moaned. Grabbing the bandages from the first aid kit she wrapped it around the infected leg. The large animal flinched, “You are such a baby,” she said. Then he became responsive opening his eyes, as if he understood her, then closing them as if he felt safe.

Adrienne rushed to the smoke house and retrieved a larger piece of venison. Sitting next to him she tried forcing the meat into his mouth, yet still he ate a small piece. She chewed some of it and pried open his large jaws with all forty-two teeth gleaming white and sharp, and stuffed it into his mouth. “Eat damn you. Don’t you know if you don’t eat you will die?” Yet he just lay there. She thought,
maybe he can’t eat the tough meat
. And then the idea came to her. “I’ll make him a soup and cut up the meat into little pieces.”

She lit a fire in the iron stove, its pipe extending up through a small hole, found a kettle, poured water in it, cut up the meat into tiny pieces, and cooked it. She pried open his mouth with her small hands, took a large spoon, and ladle the soup into his mouth.

Finally after hours of coxing and feeding the wolf, she picked up a book and began reading. She didn’t get past the introduction before she fell into an exhaustive sleep next to the wolf.

Her mind dreaming, her hands stroking a new fur coat, her body pushing against a hard penis. Her hands wandering down to hold it, then she smiled in her sleep.

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hen Adrienne woke she felt the throb of something on her buttocks. She thought she was covered by the bear rug but it was the paws and body of the large white wolf lying close behind her. She could smell his body, strong with a slight musk, but it was more the smell of a fresh lake and pine trees. She glanced down and noticed that his penis had stretched out of its sheath. Could he smell me? She wondered. But of course he could you fool. Wolves can smell and hear like no other animals, that’s why they’re so dangerous.

It was almost time for her cycle and she was ovulating. What was she to do? She glanced at him and he was still in the same position only his body was closer to her. She was afraid to move an inch.

Slowly she reached and moved his paw from her breasts. He still slept silent. Maybe it was the pain pills she forced down his throat. Too many and he was anesthetize. That had to be it. She stood, stretched, and walked to see how the weather was fairing. Still the snow continued to fall.

Starting her routine over, she give the animal antibiotics, cleaned his wounds, fed him, and watched him sleep. Watching for signs of recovery, and if the snow doesn’t let up, next plan—keep him sedated. She hoped this routine would last long enough for her to leave and for him to get well.

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T
he cave grew colder in the evenings. She ran out of wood to make a fire. Looking around she thought of burning a chair. She tried reading but her teeth shivered loud and the wolf stirred. Remembering the furs in the bedroom, she drug them and piled all the animal pelts and skins from the bedrooms into the great room. Not only was she cold but the wolf was cold as well.

She threw all the furs on him and then she crawled under. She still couldn’t get warm, so she moved closer to him. He felt so good. He inched behind her and wrapped his long front legs across her body. She heard him sigh like a man satisfied.

Maybe she could keep him as a pet she thought. But she couldn’t keep something wild and that large without people thinking she was crazy. It was like keeping a lion. And she didn’t have the money to feed him, and looking at his cock, he would require a female wolf just to keep him calm.

Maybe I could keep him if he was castrated
? She thought.
Make sense Adrienne. You’ve been in the wilderness too long.
Her mind wrestled with her and she fell asleep.

Through the night she felt his nose snuggle under her hair and smell it as a man would with his partner. Then she thought about Paul. He never even acted as if he loved her. He never wanted to sleep behind her and snuggle up with her. And here she is with an animal that shows more love than any human could.

She thought herself stupid for comparing Paul to this animal. She turned to verify her insane thoughts and realized how unbelievably beautiful this animal was, especially since she cleaned up his coat and polished his razor teeth, and kept his eyes clean and clear. She took a closer look at his long dark lashes covering his cobalt eyes. She had never seen animals especially dogs with blue eyes. Do dogs have lashes she wondered? Some do have blue eyes, but thick black lashes, she never saw that before.

I’m a cat person.

He must be what she had heard of, the lone alpha wolf, and his pack must be frantic about his return. “I’m thinking and talking like he’s a man,” Adrienne said. She stood and walked to get something to eat. Tired of the smoked meat, she found some fruits and vegetables in a can. After eating, she turned in the direction of the room where the wolf slept, with a plate in hand, bringing the food to him, but he wasn’t there. Had the sedatives worn off and he left?