As a pup, Cornelius had heard stories of travelers, hunters and even children disappearing while in the deep woods. The villagers searched and wolves would search using their powerful sense of smell only to find nothing. Hours would pass, then days. After a while some would return. Children talked of encountering beautiful young girls with large wolf like ears and tails.

As they were out gathering bits of wood, berries and other supplies. They came upon a clearing, in this clearing there was a large pool of water and a pretty girl kneeling by the edge looking down at her reflection. She'd look up from the pool and smile, and suddenly she'd be next to them. She'd taking their hand and they would play. if they were hungry, they'd eat. They'd run around playing rabbit, or tag as some called it. until they dropped on the warm ground, laughing, fall asleep and dream. And they would do this until the beautiful young girl told them it was time to go home. She'd take them by the hand, walk to the edge of their village and watch them as they made their way to their home. Days had passed.

Whether it happened during spring, summer, fall or winter very little differed in the tales. But If it happened during winter. The children talked of how warm it felt. How the snow blanketing the ground turned to soft grass, and a large pool, with the full moons' reflection shrouded by rising mist.

Adult Travelers and hunters told of more amorous tales of beautiful young women with large wolf like ears and tails sitting nearly naked on large rocks or lying in the soft grasses surrounding a still pool. The full moons reflection across its surface. She'd playful flirt with the men or women. Her eyes and smile drawing them closer. Her soft hands gently stroking their skin, removing their clothing. And when they awoke, days had passed. These tales were told around the fires, in the taverns and in whispers before they hunted. The teller of the tales, those listening leaned in close with eyes filled with hope, smirking anticipation but what many spoke of was what happened to the ones that didn't return. Maybe the children and the men and women who'd returned had gotten lucky and pleased them, and maybe the others didn't

He'd often thought these were just tales told to be wary of strangers or going out alone. Not to stray from the path. Something along the line of little red riding hood.

The air in the room chilled then the temperature dropped. The cold bit at his exposed skin, pins and needles, his bones ached. The deep raspy growl drew closer. Cornelius unable to move no matter how hard he tried, it was only his eyes, red from the cold, that moved. He rolled them around the room, settling on Edmond.

He leaned against the wall, the pen moving feverishly. The chunky red smear down the wall, the pool of blood around the body, once whole, glistened and iced over. A long hard breath of fog rolled over and past one of the men standing close to him. He looked over and could see the fear screaming in his eyes. the horror of not being able to defend oneself, to fight for your life turned his stomach. Would that man be next? A light shadow fell across him, took a dark form and slowly revealed itself as it stepped into view.

He heard its footstep, looked down…seeing its massive toes, more like thick fingers slowly spreading under the weight. The sharp tips of its claws clicked against the white floor. His heart slammed against his chest. No……. echoed through his memories as swirls of smoky fog seeped between the thick fur like a smoldering fire underneath and slithered slowly over the white floor. Beautiful…he did his best to swallow.

When I was younger, a familiar female voice spoke. stepping out in front of his man and walked slowly across the floor and stood in front of Cornelius's eyes and stared down at him. I would entertain lost children, amorous males and females who'd come into my woods.

Cornelius, a large man by any definition. Towered above most wolves at six foot eight inches, or 203.3 centimeters. His chest thick and heavy, his arms large, defined and strong. Thick strong legs to support his superior strength and mass of his body. he was a warrior, an alpha male supreme…and held the classification of a Throwback. More wolf than human. And more wolf than most wolves. A throwback wolf highly prized for their strength and breeding. They are considered the strongest and more primeval of wolves. A Throwback to the original wolves, the first generation of wolves that walked on two legs.

She towered over him, wearing the smoky fog like sheer fabric covering her perfect form. She held her wolf like head up, the tips of her long greyish white ears slipping against the ceiling. she glared at him with soft amber brown eyes etched in anger, along her perfect muzzle, past her dark nose. Her mouth opened and smokey fog rolled over, around her white sharp teeth over her muzzle like a dragon about to spit fire. He drank her in, like a thirsty drunk with his face plastered against a window of a liquor store. Her long greyish white hair was wild, covering much of her naked body. She pulled her shoulders back as she stood up, exposing the rest of her naked body.

"More Wolf than human."

She looked to be close to 8 feet tall in height, with large grey ears with white tufts at the points, greyish hair fell to her hips, her long tail drop to the ground, curling around her feet. It was longer than the other wolves. A trait of a special breed of wolf. Those golden-brown eyes, a little wild looking. She had a natural beauty in her looks, in her movements. Long thin strips of hair ran from the tip of her chin, down the center of her throat through the middle of her ample breast, curving under the them, cupping them like hands, splitting her belly and spread out around her hips. Her skin stretching over lean muscle, small scars decorated her body.

More Wolf than human.

His eyes hurting from the cold spread wider seeing the telltale signs of her bred. She was of an old line of wolves. But what caught his attention was the way she walked. She walked on the balls of her feet, her heels raised off the ground about 12 inches. Much like modern day wolves in the wild walked. she raised her arms, running her hands through her thick hair, revealing more of her ample breasts, shifted her feet across the ground as she turned, her thick tail slid across the ground. Seeing the long, thin slight marks along her side. He gasped, his member throbbed. …those scars were scars from mating.

He stared at her, the earlier fear, the inability to move all disappeared as another emotion took its place. A more primal emotion one nearly as important as survival. His heart pounded, the veins in his body swelled and surged, the heat of lust burned, growing in his loins.

She slowly cocked her head to the side, thinning her eyes, seeing the change in him. Pathetic…she whispered, letting her massive jaw open wider, inhaling a deep breath, the smokey fog pulled inside. Rvana sighed, exhaling her breath across his face. The cold of his cheeks flushed in readied heat of desire. To take a female like her…. he struggled to free himself from this paralysis, grab and take her…by force if necessary.

I can smell what you have done. You pathetic dog…. she growled, her eyes shifted. I've killed those like you for doing what you have done. Thinking like you do, acting like you do…she said, looking around the room at the others. They were like statues, unable to move or defend themselves. I've killed many this way…. it's really all you deserve….to end up nothing but a pile of shit scattered across the forest floor. If it weren't for that damn promise…. i would rip your men to shreds while you watched, then castrate and skin you alive…

She brought her head down, her mouth, sharp teeth surrounded his head. A single bite would take his head off. He did nothing. Not that he could. Watching her mouth slowly opening. He quickly sniffed her breath, looking into her mouth, thick heavy red tongue, sharp deadly teeth coming down around him. Dread filled him, to die before having a chance to take a female like this…. his body trembled, he yelled in silence.

As if his prayer had been answered, she stepped back, the tips of her sharp teeth scratched the underneath of his jaw and slowly closed.

I know what youre thinking she said, bring her hands up to her muzzle, ran her hand over her head. she changed, right there in front of him. She ran her hands over her face, like she had taken a shower, pulled her hands over her head, tall ears, down her neck and she changed. she returned to normal. Or what she looked like before. Standing there naked, surrounded by the fading fog a normal looking woman. She cocked her head to the side, glared at him, disgusted. The fog shimmered and clothes appeared hiding her naked form. I would rather fuck and mate with a human before I'd let you touch me…. she flared her lips, growled a growl that shook Cornelius and his men to the bone. A warning growl that said next…. there is no next time.

And I have she said softly but loud enough for him to hear.

The warmth returned. Cornelius and his men dropped to the floor. Breathing heavy and hard, he raised his head, looking at her, the lust still burning inside him, wait…he said, almost begging. You can't…you have to…I order you…

The look of disgust still lingered on her face, her eyes mirroring her hatred of those like him. But there was a moment of a subtle satiated smile on her lips. It was slight like a memory or anticipation of a coming event. Her smile a little crooked but…..i will be taking a human male soon…..she spook only to him ….a much younger one…but more male than you will ever be….does that displease you?….. The words burn and cut into him like the blade of a white hot dagger or claw. Then….

She swiped her hand across her body, their bodies flew, slammed into the back wall. Pain rifled through them and a great weight pressed them against the wall. Go back to your room…. mangy dogs. Until you are called…she said. Edmond…. take care of them…

She turned walked across the floor and opened the door and left the room. They slumped to the floor, sweaty and tired. Breathing heavy in relief that they had not been slaughtered. Impressive…Edmond said with a subtle smile, still writing.

You knew…. Cornelius asked. You knew…he glared, anger filling the void left by lust fading. This puny man knew everything.

Yes…. Edmonds brow arched, nodding. I knew she was a wolf…but…. slowly shaking his head side to side, she is amazing. He said with a click of his pen. Then slipped the pen and notepad into his pocket. looking distant in his expression, why do you think they…he pointed to the vampires behind the glass, are so calm. Letting out an annoyed sigh. On her first day, when I met her, she just walked into the enclosure and beat them all, except for one who refused to yield, glancing over to the black room. so, back to the room with you. He snapped his finger.

Cornelius stood on his feet, straightening his armor, a little weak but still stood up. The others followed him.