Pack Mentality - Chapter Eight
Tobi froze, his instincts telling him that this man was a wolf. he sniffed, the hair on his arms rising. he was sure that this wolf wasn't from anton and lorena's pack. it happened to fast.
Pack Mentality - Chapter Seven
He wandered if it would be more difficult to get information from the younger wolves or the older? now more than ever, tobi wanted to find out if any other wolf had managed to escape this pack.
Pack Mentality - Chapter Six
He knew, logically that wolves could kill a bear. a lot of wolves could kill one bear. this was... "i know what you're going to say, that it's impossible," holly sighed. tobi just shook his head.
Pack Mentality - Chapter Five
"is that why you smell absolutely nothing like other wolves?" the alpha growled.
Pack Mentality - Chapter Four
They're wolf forms are gigantic and their mental control over us as wolves is... total. they feel us, know where we are." tobi shook his head. "that's just a myth holly. wolves like that died out with the old world.
Pack Mentality - Chapter Three
The only problem is that in this day and age, a wolf without a pack is a walking target. with no alpha to protect him, tobi spends his days looking over his shoulder until he runs into an old friend.
Pack Mentality - Chapter Two
Many of the older, more trusted wolves have been given their own smaller cottages but the alphas like to keep the younger and newer wolves close to them. my room is in the west end. i expect yours will be to. the rooms aren't bad.
Pack Mentality - Chapter One
It wasn't in the nature of wolves to been in isolation. occasionally, a much older wolf may separate his or herself. a young alpha may leave to start his or her own pack but for the most part, non-dominate wolves stuck together.
Pack Mentality - Chapter Nine
He may not by a dire wolf but nor was he the grey wolf breed they were expecting. there was a moment of fairy tale horror, a stillness only caused by the receding shoreline of a tidal wave or the hover before a knife fall.
Deliverance Revised
Jerome giggled, as he then banded poppa wolfs fat furry ball's and leaned over that black lupine ass. planting his long pink cervine cock up the old wolfs ass-hole, rutting it slowly as he enjoyed the idea of it.
Taken
One of the wolves, a male named zamiel, said as the others all made their way over.
The Cricket Club
I am a sixteen-year-old grey wolf with an averaged sized cock and an incredibly muscular upper body due to all the exercise i do and sports i play. i have at the moment a part time temporary job at the local bookshop and am a film fanatic.