Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales (20 page)

Chapter 3

The thundering roof finally succumbs to an unearthly silence that filled the lagoon. The damp air suddenly turned cooler. I wondered if it was time to check the moon, whose calendar indicated a full shift. It might happen tonight, I thought to myself.

Grabbing my camera, my soft bare feet touched the hard wood floor of the cabin as I headed towards the door. An ominous, swift wind entered when I opened the door. I didn’t think of it much at the time. But I did remember feeling that I was not alone anymore. With a slow peak of the small wooden door, I looked at the clear heavens, into the full moon that illuminated the cliff. Pulling a breathe full of fresh untouched air, I put on my boots and headed towards the cliff.

Small areas, whose perfect positions and alignments, according to the book, gave rise to the blue hue of the moon. With my head turned gazing to the sky, I watched the whiteness of moon slowly change it’s hue to a light blue. My heart raced. The intensity of its blueness seemed to increase with every step that I took towards the cliff. Was it due to light refraction? No, it is probably a luminous effect. Maybe a spherical aberration. It didn’t matter, for it was beautiful.

My boots stopped in front of the plant at the edge.

What now?

I looked at the plants with an incredulous stare. They didn’t seem to shift, it laid solid, unmoving at the edge of the cliff. I looked the sky, and the full blue moon stared back at me. It wasn’t opening. There was no blossoming of petals shimmering under the full moon light. My hand grasped the camera, which was set with the fastest shutter speed to capture the moment. My fingertip resting on the shutter button slowly eased its eager touch as I realized that nothing was happening.

After waiting for several hours after midnight, my knees felt the soft ground that had quickly dried in this sea facing protrusion. Maybe the professor had been pulling my legs all along. Maybe this chase to actually do something substantial in my life was nothing but a fervid, foolish desire. Maybe fulfilling this passion leads to nowhere. The full blue moon hung proudly in the sky, casting its blue light down on the outline of my defeated body.

A gentle breeze that blew from the sea pulled my hair back, flinching my head to look at the cabin. It seemed something was moving there. An dim outline of.. what appeared to a be a large man or an ape. It quickly darted to out of the door of the cabin

“Who’s out there?”

Chapter 4

The rustling of the bushes stopped. I felt trapped at the edge of the cabin. The quickening pace of my `boots dug on the ground as I hurriedly raced back to see what that thing was. Don’t be afraid, face them head on, that was taught growing up in the suburbs of Fresno. Brian taught me that a girl could bluff, scaring a would-be assailant.

“Who’s out there?” I shouted louder as I approached. A rustling of the bushes warned me of a presence nearby.

“Hey!!!” I repeated as loud to see if I get any responses. Who was out there? Spaces between trees darkened the further down. Light fades deeper into the unknown. The blackness of the slits between the trees looked back, echoing the sounds my lips released back at me.

Looking attentively at the darkness, searching for movement, I trailed back to the door of the cabin. A small peak inside showed no one in it. I stepped in and locked the wooden door behind me and a sound of a gasp escaped my lips.

Did I really see something out there or was my mind playing tricks on me?

Isolation in this lagoon, waiting for cycles of full blue moon, had played tricks on my mind. Once when I came from a night walk on the beach, the same thing happened. The silver threads of the moon trailed an outline of man gorilla that stood in the roof, looking back directly at me. I shivered as I ran back to the beach, returning only when the bright sun shone to give the feeling of protection. I miss Brian.

“But I’m going to do this!” I said as I thrust my chest at the object of the scorn in my life.

“You do that and you’re giving up on this marriage,” Brian said. He was always a nice guy, a great provider, “and you’re giving up on me!”

“But that’s the problem” it was the same argument repeating again and again. “I’m not giving up. I just need space. “

“Space?” Brian said, already wearing that blue tie that his boss told him to wear to give the customers a good, warming welcome.

“Is that what this is about? Space?” Brian said as the blue of his tie matched the blue of his kind eyes. For an instant my thoughts drifted to the full blue moon that I had read about in the professor’s book.

“Yes and no. I don’t know. I just want to take a picture of the damn thing ok. There’s something about that gets me ok? I don’t know what it is. I already told you. But it’ll find it!
 
I need to search for that special thing that I want in my life. Life that I want to work for. Life to my creation!”

“Life? What are you talking about? Is this what this is about again. That we cannot bring life to this world? I told I don’t care about it! Ok!”

“Why did you have to bring that up?”

Chapter 5

He always carried himself with a confident swagger, always at his laboratory filled with photographic equipment. ‘Light capturing’ devices he called them, and he kept old ones, new ones, and prototypes. He had special prime lenses with curved apertures to increase exposure to negate diffraction limits. I admired his genius. Through him I felt motivated to create and capture life.

“You’re here again.” He said softly without looking at me.

I nodded.

“Problems with Brian?”

Brian, yes, I told the professor everything. I told him about the heartbreaks that I encountered living in a suburban life. I told him how I wanted to escape, look at my life from a different direction – a different lens. I surprised myself with him when I told him about our domestic disputes, and more personally, how I could not give him a child.

“Yes.”

“Look here.” The professor started. He always knew how to break my thoughts and into something interesting. “You remember the photo of the plant right?”

“I never told anyone about this; even as most other people tried to go to that exact same spot, trying to replicate my work.” He said while busily taking apart another device. He had a strong posture, with his shoulder’s back and chest out.

“There is something magical in this plant…” I said in a pensive expression.

“Well it was said that the plant was protected by a wolf.” He looked me straight in the eyes. “Do you believe in werewolves Cynthia?”

I heard about them. They were shifters who took on the half-man half-wolf form. They usually roam in packs. There was an alpha male leader who headed the pack. That was all I know about them. Nobody has ever taken a photograph of them so everyone thinks they are a myth.
 

“All I know is that they roam in packs,” I said with a crisp nod.

“Yes, but according to this legend there was only one wolf that protected this plant.” He said as he faced me with his arms crossed, “I met him.”

“You met a wolf?”

“Yes. A particular wolf. He only comes out when the plant is in full bloom.”

“You mean only when the there is a blue moon?”

“Precisely.” He leaned back with ease and control. “Apparently, the petal is tied to his life. I don’t exactly know the trickery involved here. All I know is that he used to belong to a wolf clan over the mountain. But, something happened with the wolves, and he decided to make the lagoon his territory.”

“The lagoon where you took the photo,” I said.

“There is only one entrance to that lagoon,” said the professor with a grin on his face. “He guards whoever comes in to the lagoon. He is very picky about who enters it. He is very protective of this plant. Do you understand? That is his life.”

“You mean those other photographers who tried to copy your work?” I said thinking of all the lost photographers who tried to capture light in the wolf’s lagoon. Some returned dejected, but most did not return at all.

“Yes, them. They didn’t know any better.”

“Do you think he’ll let me pass?” I asked with my eyes wide and glowing.

“I think he will. I know you want to take time away from your life here. Why don’t you go there and to take a picture for me? Here this is a special camera that would capture the blue moon’s light.”

“I don’t know about this prof. Brian had been very upset with me lately, I don’t know if we can keep things together if I go.”

“It’s up to you. But, trust me, you’ll be very thankful.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just, believe me, the full blue moon has lots of tricks, and the wolf is a bit particular on the women he selects.”

“Women he selects?”

“Oh nothing. The plant is a marvelous thing. You should go see it. Here, I have this book for you. It has an anecdote of all the chapters that you need. I drew a map of the cleft that will take you straight to the lagoon.”

Chapter 6

Alone, I snuggled with my soft, blanket, lying on a mat looking at the ceiling with my thoughts drifting. The rain had stopped. I lay awake wondering whether it would be best to step outside and face that wolf the professor mentioned, or wait for the sun. My thoughts strayed to the plant whose failed blossoming could have possibly needed more time under the glow of the full blue moon. I was wasting precious minutes cooped in here.

There is a thing out there. I don’t think I dreamt it up. The professor told about the wolf, a guardian to these lands; it let me in, so it must be friendly. This blanket’s soft embraced begged me to stay inside, but my desire to see the full blue moon grew strong, and maybe, just maybe, I wanted to leave already and fix things up with Brian.

Getting up, my knees touched the cabin floor as a cold shiver coursed through my body. The tip-toed dance of my supple feet made its way to the window that faced the cliff. Peering outside, I saw the blue moon. Such intensity it had now. Its hue seemed to have darkened, giving it a full luster of a deep blue color. I need to get out and take a picture of that damn plant.

From here, I could see that the plant seemed bigger, and oddly, it seemed to glow. Was it another illusion? A sudden dashing movement flashed my eyes, surprising me. I took a step back but quickly fell back to place. I know it’s out there, and I think it might be friendly. A werewolf person? My eyes peered out towards the cliff and I saw it.

An outline of a man-wolf, whose height seemed to tower to this cabin’s ceiling, stood at the cliff looking outwards at the sea and blue moon. The soft shine of the hair that covered his body luminesced to give him a blue-mercurial color. The moon’s light cascaded on the ripples of his bulging muscles, bigger than any body-builder I’ve seen on TV. His legs were large, smooth, muscular, with his buttocks tight and deliciously round.

It must have heard me as it suddenly turned towards the cabin. Instinctually, I ducked down with my eyes only reaching the bottom of the window. He faced me, proudly displaying his magnificent animal man body. The large planks of his rippling chest and his broad shoulders narrowed down to his waist, crowned by the hard slabs of his belly.

Chapter 7

I awoke from my sleep. The unchanged moon had already casted a heavy glow in my territory. Nights before it’s coming, I had been restless in increasing my anticipation. I could sense its energy pouring down on me. It is beautiful. It is glorious.
 

My cock grows erect as I watch this cabin where this female stays. My father had been very kind in sending in these females out here for me. Every cycle a new one comes, just when the full blue moon shines to cast its lovely energy on me. My tip drips of life. The full blue moon is when the sexual prime of my kind is at its peak. We become uncontrollable if not for the smell of this plant that somehow keeps us at bay. Without it, we are driven to beyond the mountains, to the towns, to lay siege on the crevices of unwilling daughters.

How much I miss the female flesh! I longed for them. Especially now on this special night. My father is very kind, yes he is. I will stab my cock on the female that he has sent. I have to. I need to. This energy is too much, it burns inside me with magical life. It needs to be plunged into the warm sweet walls of her pleasurable hole.

Something stirs. She is awake. The cabin that houses her stirs with life. She knows I’m here, and I know what she wants. Whatever my father has told her, she must want it. Several of the girls have come here. They all worked for my father in his hopeless quest to reproduce the blue light. He wants it, the heightened prime of the mating desire. The uncontrollable lust to breed, to inject our seed into the warmness. Too bad there can only be one wolf here, for if there was another, then another carcass will lay on the ground.

She’s leaving the house, this foolish child. Undoubtedly to come here to this cliff, pointing that box thing towards the sky or the sea or the plant. She is a strong girl this one, unafraid. She once caught me and charged at me. Foolish child, does she not know what I can rip her in one fell swoop? However, she is no use to me dead. The cold hole does nothing for me.

Ahh.

The blue light is at its peak. I feel my insides throbbing, desiring for her flesh. I must have her. I will plunge all my shaft into her. I will lick her all over until she begs me to stop. But I won’t stop. I will rip it apart, grab on to her shoulder.. ahh. I want her flesh now, her warm soft juice squeezing my hard pounding cock as it invades her. She’s leaving the cabin. Foolish girl.