The Great White Wolf

Even though the snow was falling heavily against a charcoal colored sky, I saw my mate clearly. He shook off the snow and walked towards me with his lips curled into a knowing smile. He was even more magnificent then I remembered from my dreams. Like a great white shark, he was meant to hunt, kill, survive, and was truly great compared to any of the other werewolves I'd seen.

Mate.

My body had felt like it was on fire. The heat gathering in my belly was growing rapidly and intensifying and insatiable. A flame I instinctively knew would be near impossible to extinguish.

Mate.

Max’s giant paws thudding in the snow created vibrations in the ground. That didn't help the burning desire go away. It made it grow rapidly. My entire body vibrating along with his step was pure delightful torture.

Mate.

Each step bringing him closer to me. Each step increasing my excitement. Each step making me feel the way the great singer songwriter Bruce Springsteen sang: I’m on fire.

Mate.

I felt like