Chapter 1 : My life

Hey, my name is Steven and this is the story of how I met the woman of my dreams. This all starts with me waking up in the morning to get

ready for work.

I wake up the way I usually do, the blare of my alarm in my ear and flashing dial of its display. Not one of the most appeasing ways to get up

but that's how I do it every morning. The sheets slide off my fur as I get out of bed to start the day. I start with my daily workout routine, push

ups, plank squats and then do a set of every thing on my home gym. I work up a bit of a sweat, my fur slightly sticking to my muscular body,

then I head to the bathroom to have my morning shower. I guess this is as good as any place to describe myself as I see myself in my

bathroom mirror. I'm an artic wolf with dark red hair, blue eyes and a nicely muscular build. I've got a attractive face and mussel, this makes

most of my female coworkers at the F.B.I. stare somewhat but none of them are my type, I think I'm looking for something a little more, more

than someone who likes me for my looks. As I step into the shower I start to think about what my day might be like today. Maybe I'll catch

some drug dealers, protect a witness while undercover even. But no I think this will just be another day at the office, sitting at my desk, filling

out paper work and wasting the day away, oh how wrong I was. I step out of the shower and towel down quickly, though not too quickly,

wouldn't want to soak my clothes, I dress in a pair of jeans and my signature FBI tank top, another thing off the to-do list . I go downstairs

quickly to eat my breakfast of sausage, eggs, toast, and a drink of cookies and cream protein shake. What can I say; I go through a lot of

calories in a day. Finished with that I grab my keys off the counter, grab my coat, and head out the door.

Work was exactly as I had predicted it would be, sure there was a lot of paperwork on the drug cartels and the undercover agents but was I

one of them, no not by a long shot. I slouched my large body in the almost fitting desk chair and started thinking about my life again, the

seventh time this week, was I happy where I was? Sure, I was I loved my job, even if there was nothing to do some of the time that and there

was my boss, but I could live with him. Then why was I unhappy? Was it because my love life just wasn't up to stat? That must be it! I wasn't a

virgin, I done that dirty deed plenty of times in my university days; girls couldn't keep their hands off me. No I think it was because I hadn't yet

found the one woman who I could spend the rest of my days with. The perfect woman. It was at that time my boss, a self important racoon

named Hurrahs, decided to ever so rudely shake me from my day dreams by "accidentally" spilling some very hot coffee on my head. Ooohh I'm

sooo sorry for being so blatantly irresponsible. Hurrahs said this dripping with sarcasm. I hope you weren't doing anything important. No sir, I

said, me teeth clenched. Hurrahs Laughed and walked away. Man I hated that guy, id been meaning to get back at him for some time now, but

nothing seemed appropriate enough, so I had let it slide. Well first things first, I had to get this coffee out of my hair and shirt. First I tried to

soak up some of the coffee up with the drier parts of my tank top then to sort of hide the wetness of my shirt from the other FBI agents I threw

on my coat and went to the staff washroom to better clean myself. Thankfully I do have some skill at being inconspicuous and easily managed

to make it to the washroom without being laughed at. Once inside I locked the door and surveyed the damage. My hair was still some what

wet and smelled strongly of coffee; my shirt looked odd with dark stains from the black coffee. I took off my shirt and started to rinse it under

the tap thankfully no coffee got through the shirt to my fur, I would have had to have a shower if that happened. Once I was sure that there

was no more coffee in the shirt I put it aside and started to rinse my hair. This was a more difficult job since I do have a LOT of hair. I was just

finishing rinsing my hair when I heard the door knob rattle. Hey, said a voice, the doors locked, don't worry said another I know how to pickem.

Uhoh, I though, I don't want anybody to see me this way. Quickly I grabbed my wet stuff and went into one of the far toilet stalls; hopefully I

thought they might not check them. I was just closing the stall door when I heard a loud click. See said the second voice told you I could do it.

The door opened, hump said the first voice much more clearly now, there doesn't seem to be any one in here. Probably just one of the staff

playing tricks on us said the second voice; you know how they like to do that. The two voices went over to the urinals and started talking about

something that caught my interest, hey Ralph, said the second voice in a hushed whisper, have you seen "it" yet? What, replied Ralph. The

thing they found out in the woods the other day, replied the second voice, the thing that doesn't have a tail and has no fur. Peter, said Ralph,

there's lots of furries like that, the naked mole rats you know. Ralph, Peter said sharply, the mole rats do have tails, and besides it doesn't

have whiskers or a mussel either. Oh, Ralph said, now that is interesting, where are we keeping it? Right now it's being held in one of the

holding cells in the basement, it's going to be shipped out to a research facility in a few days, and maybe we can find out more about this this

thing. Any way it could escape Ralph adds, doing up his zipper. No says peter, also doing up his zipper, while trying to capture it, it tripped and

broke its leg it won't be going anywhere unless we want it too. As they leave I start to wonder about this creature that the FBI has brought in.

it sounded interesting enough that I might just decide to go and see what it might be.