Shadow Falls: A Sensual Werewolf Romance (The Wolves of Shadow Falls)

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to be the manipulator of the war that was so graphically depicted. At the side of the figure stood a massive werewolf that seemed to be howling and with his fists pounding his chests. We did not know what to make of the drawings. The light that drew us to the room came from a yellow crystal embedded into the wall, that shone brighter the closer we got to it. When Aislen touched it, the light entered her illuminating her frame. She was aglow and appeared even more beautiful than ever before.
    I was suddenly overcome with desire and she was more irresistible than she had ever been, the way the light danced throughout her, made my erection grow. In a flash, I found myself pinned to the floor and Aislen was on top of me, grinding on my appendage. I had no control; her luminescent body massaged mine as she moved up and down over me. Her large breasts brushed against my chest as she kissed me. The light within her filled my soul and I had strength again, my limbs were more powerful than they had ever been. I flipped her and she crashed unto the dusty floor scattering a cloud of the brown substance in to the air. I was deep inside her opening, drowning in her warm slime. The feeling was incredible and pleasure surged through my body like an electrical charge. With each thrust, her pussy vibrated and her entire body shook until she began to quiver. I felt her small hand grip the back of my thighs pulling me in deeper into her. We were one flesh again and my sperm shot out inside of her like a geyser. The light was like a fire burning inside us until it consumed us whole.
    As we slept intertwined with each other, the fire died and soon the light returned to the crystal.

Revelation
    We were awoken by the explosion of musky scents mixed with sweat, fur and dirt. In minutes we were surrounded by a pack of snarling wolves of varying colors. We were human, unfamiliar to them and vulnerable. I held onto Aislen, looking into her eyes with a reassuring gaze. I knew we were doomed and I wanted her to know that this was the best way we could die. Together, arm in arm. Aislen and I were surrounded by close to twenty of them, growling, exposing their teeth, sniffing the air around us to absorb our human scents. They were ready to charge at any second; we knew we had to be still and avoid contact with their glowing eyes, any sudden movements and it would have been over in a flash. The temperature dropped, the warm air turned frosty and the chill caused us to morph. The wolves eased away, giving us room to expand and change until we were all the same.
    The iridescent, amber light from the crystal encircled us and we bowed gracefully to one another; nibbling at the ears, gently pawing faces, sniffing asses and getting acquainted. Through telepathy we were able to communicate a great deal about our pasts to each other and by licking each other we were able to experience each other’s trials as though they were our own. There was one wolf in particular that had an extraordinary past, one that mirrored the drawing on the inside of the mine. His name was Storm and he had an unbreakable bond with a creature much different from us. The creature in his thoughts wore a dark cloak with a hood that covered its face. The wolf regarded the creature as more than a friend and wanted nothing more than to protect it. His mind and body were linked to the creature with invisible chains.
    My curiosity rose inside of me like the tide filling my mind with so many questions.  Suddenly there was a hush and a cold gust of wind blew in stirring up the specs of dust into a whirlwind. The wolves quivered, all but Storm. He stood firm and tall, planting his front paws firmly into the ground, unaffected by the wind. He stuck his nose up high into the air as though he caught the scent of something familiar. The other wolves broke out in a chorus of whimpers, curling their tails between their legs, submitting as though something much more powerful than they were had arrived.

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