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Adrienne 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, she 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.
Chapter 2
When 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 an
d 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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The 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?
Turning in a circle, she placed the food on the floor next to the rugs. Heading in the direction of the rooms, she became frightened, she turned to run to the opening of the cave, and it was covered in snow and ice. She heard something from behind.
Then someone said, “Where are you going?” His voice not threatening. His tone gentle.
Pivoting around, she spied a naked man, over six feet, large chest with a span like an Eagle. His black silky hair straight and his eyes flashed blue like azure fire. His eyes framing a handsome face.
“Who are you and what are you doing in here?” Adrienne questioned.
“I should ask you the same thing? Do you realize that this is my home?” Wilder said. Adrienne couldn’t take her eyes off of his firm, strong, amazing chest. And that handsome face. His crystal blue eyes and dark hair confused her. And why is he naked?
“It’s freezing outside and here you stand before me naked,” she said to the splendid looking man.
“Haven’t you seen a naked man before?” He said narrowing his eyes.
“Yes, but never one with such a large...” Her eyes fell to his cock and she stuttered when she tried to describe his body part but her eyes couldn’t or wouldn’t leave his manhood. She glanced around. “How did you get in here and where are the snow tracks?” She demanded to know.
“You asked too many questions for a female?” He moved in her direction and Adrienne moved back in horror. “I’m not going to rape you if that’s what you’re thinking.” He extended his long arm reaching for the deer skin to cover his body.
“No, that wasn’t what I was thinking at all.” Clearly that is what she thought. “Where’s that beautiful wolf, don’t tell me you slaughtered him,” she said fuming at the thought of him doing such a thing.
“He left,” Wilder said calmly.
“But how? There are no tracks of any kind.” She stood looking around suspiciously. Her brown eyes meeting his.
“I said before, you talk too much. I’m hungry. Now get me something to eat.”
“I’m not doing any such thing. If you want food, get it yourself,” Adrienne said defiant.
Wilder moved close to her and looked down on her five feet six height and barely a hundred pounds. If he wanted to take her and do whatever to her, she couldn’t stop him. But he’s trying to intimidate me, she thought. But there is no way she would push him into doing anything he wouldn’t want to do. Besides, who would live out in such an isolated place unless he was a fugitive? Yet the thought crossed her mind that he could be a Werewolf. She dismissed that as soon as it entered her head.
It must be the delusion of too many nights in this cave and too many books on werewolves. Why would anyone stock their shelves of nothing but werewolves’ tales, unless they were completely psychotic? It’s like those guys who pretended they were vampires when the book Twilight came out.
“I better humor him,” she murmured. She backed out and walked to the entrance of the kitchen. Grabbed a half of duck, opened a can of vegetables, put it on a plate, and brought it out to him. He looked at it and turned his head. “What’s wrong now?”
“I don’t eat ducks. My younger brother is into foul. I’m strictly a red meat eater. Get me something else.” She turned and rushed to the kitchen and pulled out a large piece of venison. Then she remembered that he said something about a brother. She became frightened.
Standing in front of him, “You said something about a brother.” She laid the meat in front of him on a plate and he pushed the vegetables on to the floor and picked up the meat and began to eat it with his hands.
He looked up at her with cold blue eyes. Eyes she had seen before. “I have brothers,” he said glaring at her.
“Do they live here with you?”
“Yes. Sometimes.”
“Then that’s why there are so many bedrooms.” She paused careful not to look at him. “Will they be here soon?” She said soft and low.
“Is there anything else you want to know?” He said in a gruff voice looking up at her and then putting his head down tearing the meat with his gleaming white teeth. “Get me some water?”
“How many brothers do you have?” she said looking at him.
“Get me some water,” he repeated.
“You have to say please. I’m not your slave.” He stood up towering over her. He must have been six feet two and all muscle. Then she saw the wound on his arm. Touching it he flinched, she said, “Where did you get...that?” He glared at her with cold eyes and Adrienne rushed away. She brought back a ladle and a large bowl filled with water in a barrel she found in the kitchen, and the first aid kit.
“When are your brothers coming back?” She insisted on knowing. Wilder glared at her then he took the ladle and scooped up the water from the bowl and his blue eyes watched her in an obscene manner. Adrienne backed up.
“Can you help me get out of this valley?” She said.
“Why would I help you?” He said peering at her.
“Because you are a decent human being.”
“On the contrary, I’m only half human and the other half says that I will need you soon.”
“What do you mean only half human and that you will need
me soon?” She said locking eyes with him.
“We will need you. My brothers and I will need you.” His words ominous and vague. “You will have to wait until they return and then if you want to go you are free to leave. They will have to give their approval,” he said to her with a smirk.
“What do you mean their approval? I’m not a side of beef or a deer you’re chasing for food.” Wilder smiled at the connection.
“No.” You’re too skinny,” he said walking close and touching her arms. “Living in this cave, you have put on a few pounds.” She pulled her arm from him. “My brothers will only come when the snow stops.”
“I can’t wait that long. Don’t you have a car?”
“I have many cars but not here. What you see is my home away from home.” And Wilder raised his head and let out a howling laugh. Her eyes narrowed.
“You’re trying to frighten me. I still need to get home. My mother and father and my fiancé will be worried.” Wilder’s brow furrowed into rows. “What is this about a fiancé?”
“Why would this man of yours let you travel alone in a car at night?” He queried. She sat down.
“That is not your concern and what were you doing following me? How dare you...” She said pointing her finger.
“You were driving erratic, it’s a wonder you didn’t kill yourself. I broke the window of your car so you could climb out. I got this scar from that. He pointed to the scar in its last stage of healing. “I should have left you there,” Wilder said with a raised eyebrow trying to look menacing.
“You did leave me,” Adrienne said.
“Yes, but I kept the animals from eating that little body of yours. Don’t you ever eat?”
“I can’t eat that meat without some preparation. And you have no seasoning. And why are you so concerned about my diet and health?”
“Because soon I will have to mate. And because of this snow, you are the only female around.” Why is he talking like that? She wondered. Maybe he has been in the wilderness too long was her conclusion.
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