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Taming the Bitch

"Give me back my bag! And leave me alone!"

"Aw? But I thought Puppy Dog might like some company."

"And stop calling me that!"

She chuckled at him, that grating girlish giggle he had come to hate. When the German shepherdess laughed, it meant two things: he'd lost his temper, and he'd lost to her. Again. Any other adult canine could have at least added some menace to his words. But Mac sounded pitiful. He knew it. Everyone in that boys' room knew it.

"But why should I stop, Puppy Dog? It's such a good name for you. You can't be a wolf, you're much too small. And you're barely big enough to be a grown-up dog. So yeah, that makes you a Puppy Dog."

He didn't try and get his bag back. And he certainly didn't ask why Annie was in the boys' room.

Annabel Eichbaum. Sweet little Annie. At least, she was sweet when she wanted to be - when there was something for her to gain. But Mac had nothing to offer her, as a friend or a partner or otherwise. And that made him worthless.

Annie and her gang had cornered the young wolf in the boys' room that morning. When he emerged from one of the stalls, the four of them swiped Mac's school bag. While Annie spoke, one of the gang, a timber wolf named Lance, rifled through the bag, pulling out Mac's comics and notebooks one by one. There was no let-up, even on the last day of term.

"Aw, you're so cute when you whimper. See, if you were a real wolf, you'd know how to growl properly."

He couldn't hit Annie. First, she was a girl. Second, the last time he lashed out, Lance had football-tackled him into a wall and chipped his front tooth. And so all he could do is watch, while his files and books were pulled out of his bag, pages torn out at random, before being thrown into the nearby trough.

"Well? Aren't you going to say something?"

He didn't. He only watched, unable to speak, as Annie walked over to the trough.

"Of course you aren't. You're so pathetic."

She slid her jeans and panties right down to the floor, took a well-practised grip on her labia, and with a satisfied sigh, she relieved herself, straight into the trough and all over Mac's discarded exercise books.

"Look at me."

Mac shut his eyes and bowed his head. "But... but you're..."

"Look at me! Before I piss on you instead."

She would, as well. Annie didn't do empty threats. With tears welling in his eyes, he watched from the side while each of his books was soaked and ruined.

"See what I'm doing? This is what real canines do. They mark what's theirs. But puppies... they don't own anything."

He watched her empty every last drop onto his belongings. Then, once she had finished and zipped back up, she snapped her fingers. The whole gang filed through the door, leaving Mac, alone, standing in the boys' room. The air was damp and putrid, a rickety fan and a tiny disinfectant block doing nothing to mask the pungent smell of adolescent piss. There must have been dozens of males who'd used that stained trough. Yet it was one scent in particular which stuck in the canine's sensitive nose. It was feminine, with a strange warm musk to it that in other circumstances Mac may have found intriguing. And yet, it was still piss. And his workbooks were still covered in it. Three months of work and notes - he couldn't just leave them. Annie and co had been gone for a minute - they weren't coming back. Mac went to the urinal. He held his breath - he'd already breathed in enough wet animal urine - and grabbed one book between ginger claw tips, and lifted and dropped it from the urinal to the floor. Drips splashed across Mac, over his clothing and his face. Ew. With his stomach threatening to lurch, he grabbed some paper towels, and knelt on the restroom floor, dabbing and drying the damp sheets.

Sometimes he hated being a sharp-sensed canine. But all of the time, he hated being a runt.

The sun had set by the time Mac flung open the school doors, and skipped down the steps onto the street. He'd spent the past two hours in the school library. That was his territory, hidden away from the bullies and the Annabels of the school. The low-rise houses that made up his town were surrounded by a wintry blackness, and the first of the night's stars were appearing in the sky. To call the town 'sleepy' would be an understatement. On his entire walk home, a total of two cars passed Mac.

However, one advantage to living so far out in the country was the dark nights they enjoyed. Being in the north, with winter fast approaching, each day was barely a few hours long, and they were growing shorter still. Mac enjoyed these nights. They were peaceful, with few other creatures daring to venture out. Plus there was a meteor shower forecast tonight, and with such little light pollution, particularly once he had passed the final house in the town and had only open countryside and patches of forest ahead of him, he could get a view of the meteors that the animals in the city could only dream about.

He had timed it well. The meteor shower had begun as he was leaving the school, and as he approached the edge of town, the show began in earnest, long silver streaks of light flashing across the shimmering starry night sky, illuminating the timber wolf's journey home. Mac breathed in the pine-scented air, smiled, and quickened his paw-steps.

Mac lived in the woods, about a half-hour walk out of the town. He had two routes home: either following the road which wound through the forested valley, or cross-country along the old forest track. Mac was in no hurry tonight, and the winter holidays had just started. So why not? The forest trail it was.

The route started off easily enough: a reasonably well-defined path through the trees. Soon the trail began to climb, but that was no issue. Mac knew these forests, and all of the paths and shortcuts through them. Indeed, a little later, the little wolf turned off the trodden path, and cut a course through the forest, guided partly by knowledge and partly by instinct.

A flash of light up ahead, and one of the silver streaks shot straight down into the forest. Shit, that wasn't meant to happen! Mac had read about these meteors: they were only meant to pass through the atmosphere, and any on the wrong course would burn up, long before they hit the ground. In an instant the wolf was bounding through the dark undergrowth, through thick plants and rough undulating terrain, ignoring the paths completely, heading for the impact zone.

Up ahead he reached a clearing. Near its centre was a small crater, only a few metres in diameter - the surrounding forest looked undamaged. Smoke, however, was rising from the crater, drifting the wolf's way on the evening wind. And it smelled like... cooked meat. Good meat too, like freshly barbecued beef or venison. The wolf stalked closer, his maw beginning to water. In the crater, the meteorite had splintered into several fragments, each of them smoking and giving a faint cobalt-blue glow. And the scent of meat was stronger than ever, a cloud of that thick delicious-smelling air filling Mac's nose, making him light-headed... before he sneezed. How very strange. He found the largest fragment of space-rock, and touched a paw to it: warm, but not scalding, with a cracked and crumbling surface. He was slipping it into his jacket pocket, when he heard rustling a way off in the forest. Maybe someone else was investigating the light streak. He slipped the meteorite into his pocket, and scurried off.

The forest was thick, and nearly pitch-black now. Mac was thankful for his keen night-vision - at least that was one lupine trait he'd inherited. In fact, it seemed sharper than before. And soon enough, he picked up another forest trail. Luckily his den was only a short distance from here.

"I see you, Puppy Dog!"

But that was when Annie saw him. She emerged from the shadows, blocking the wolf's path. She must have been watching the meteor shower herself. Maybe she'd even gone to investigate the fallen one. Great. He hated running into Annie around these woods. Why did she have to live so close?

"Oh, and don't even think of running away. Well, you can if you want to. I mean I do enjoy chasing you, and catching you, and pressing that little spot on your neck that hurts you like hell. Yeah, you know the one. You're thinking about it now, I can tell. It's the way you wince."

The truth was, Annie didn't need a gang to do her bidding. And certainly not when it came to Mac. She was more than capable of doing the deed herself.

This time however, Mac stood his ground. His eyes were narrow as the bitch approached.

"Go away, Annie."

True, this did bring her to a stop. But only for a second or two, before she continued her approach, her smirk as wide as ever.

"Ooh, what's this? Puppy's balls have finally dropped, have they? Trying out a new 'alpha dog' act, thinking you can be tough around proper animals?"

"I mean it, Annie. I'm really not in the mood to play about."

"Or what, you'll attack me? Please, I can piss harder than you punch."

And that was the moment that Mac snapped. He growled, and lunged for her paw, crunching his teeth right through to the bone, and quickly grabbing her muzzle shut before she could howl, both of them tumbling thrashing to the forest floor. Annie whined through her nose and her clutched muzzle. She struggled, trying to shake off the little runt, which was normally a simple task, but today she couldn't move Mac an inch. He pinned her into submission, and removing his bite, he yanked her muzzle close and stared into her eyes, his ice-blue hues burning with a fierceness she had never seen before.

"This stops today, Annie. The bullying, the nastiness. All of it. Stops. Today."

She shook, her breath rapid and shallow, her eyes fixed on the wolf... and he truly was a Wolf that night. Slowly, he released her maw so she could answer.

"Promise me."

"Yes... yes..." she muttered through her closed maw.

"So I can hear you!"

"Yes. I'll do it." Her whispered response was instant. "Whatever you want from me, I'll do it."

Wait.

What?

He released her, and as soon as she pulled away, he recoiled shaking. There was blood on his tongue-tip - canid blood. Yet rather than growl at him, or run off, or even stand back up, Annie the German shepherd slunk closer to him. On all fours. Fore-paws shaking. Like a scolded pup.

"I'm sorry Mac. I'm sorry..."

Her paw-steps were ginger, her gait narrow and her tail firmly down. Classic canine submission. She looked for all the world like she was terrified of Mac. Terrified of another bite. Mac stood up and brushed off some soil.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too. Sorry I bit you. Ca... can we just forget about it?"

But again she drew close, right up to him. She even brushed herself up against him, as if trying to comfort him, before deigning to lick his hand-paw. He pulled it away, and she whimpered, almost out of disappointment.

"Okay Annie, you can cut it out now. This isn't funny."

"Arf?" Annie tilted her head, as though confused by Mac's sentence.

"I mean it, Annie."

No response. He stepped backwards, one step, two steps. At once she closed the gap, still on all fours, walking exactly as their feral ancestors did. But her eyes were tired, lidded, as though she were in a trance.

Then the wolf had an idea.

"Stay?"

At once she froze. Eyes wide, looking straight ahead at the wolf. He held out a paw, an instruction to stay still, while taking a further three steps back. Then a fourth. Then a fifth.

Okay, what was going on?

"Sit."

And at once she obeyed. She perched on her haunches, looking straight at him.

"Good... girl?"

The sudden panting surprised Mac, as did the wag of her tail, and the smile... a freaking smile! So was she... acting like his pet? Was she even acting at all?

Then a thought occurred to Mac. Just how far could he take this?

Despite all of the teasing and torment he had endured through the years, he had to admit that Annie, the school's head cheerleader, was a good-looking bitch. And he was well aware she used her looks to her advantage. The string of seemingly permanently traumatised exes was proof of that. She had never led Mac on sexually: she'd always been more direct with him (which is more than could be said for that poor little chipmunk back in junior high. He got the double treatment from Annie - affection one second, abandonment and ridicule the next.) Mac had never known what the other furs saw in her. Until that moment. As he held the side of her muzzle, pulling her slowly towards his crotch. He felt it rising. Another beast within him. Confident, dominant... and aroused.

"I wonder what the wolf wants?" she whispered.

"Oh, you know."

And he pressed her nose in, gently, but incessantly. A murr, a slight animal sound of arousal, rustled under the wolf's breath, and he felt his pants tighten. Then a bird called out, and Mac immediately released Annie. He glanced about himself - nobody there, except him and the bitch. He tilted Annie's muzzle up.

"I think... we'd better take this somewhere private."

Annie nodded, noticing the dangerous grin spread across the lupine's maw. "I agree."

She rose to her hind paws, and together, they cut a course through the forest. She trotted beside him, the whole way, not once complaining or talking out of turn. After a few minutes, they turned off the waymarked path and cut a trail through some ferns, past a sign reading "_Private Land - Trespassers will be maule_d". Mac ignored it. After all, this was his family's land.

In the forest was an old hunting lodge. Timber-framed and timber-roofed, it stood a short way from his parents' den, but just far enough to afford the teenage wolf some privacy. Mac's parents had given him the key on his sixteenth birthday... but just to be sure, he'd gone straight to the general hardware store the same evening and spent a little extra birthday money on his own padlock. This was his place, where he could read, or listen to the birdsong in the forest, or spend some time away from the bitches of this world. Ordinarily.

At the door, Mac pulled out his keychain, and unfastened both the door and the heavy padlock. The door-bolt was rusted and heavy, but with a well-practised twist, Mac succeeded in opening the bolt. He turned the handle, and the door creaked slowly open. Annie stepped inside gingerly, following Mac. It was a little warmer in here, but not by much, and both of the canines' breaths still misted in the air. Mac took a wind-up lantern, cranked its handle to top up the battery, and switched it on, illuminating the small room. Everything in here was natural, from the pine-wood furniture to the rough-hewn stone fireplace, and the reindeer-hide rug lain before it.

The two of them headed to the fireplace. While Annie knelt on the fur-rug and watched, still in her coat, Mac took some logs and kindling, and set about starting the fire. Soon the flames had ignited, and Mac added two or three extra logs to the fire, until the flames were building nicely, and the two canines could begin warming themselves. In fact, it didn't take long before the cabin got rather toasty. Mac shucked off his coat, and cast it aside. He lounged back in his favourite, deep, thick-cushioned chair, glancing at the Shepherd before him.

"Now, if you're going to be a wild dog for me... wild dogs don't wear clothes."

Annie tilted her head. Mac flicked a claw upwards, motioning for her to stand. She smiled at him, perfectly happy, perfectly willing. Not a single whimper of dissent slipped from Annie's maw. In fact, she looked almost eager as she rose to her feet, slipped off her own coat, and lifted off her top. Mac let a paw trail to his crotch, which he groped and teased with a self-assured smile.

Once free of her shirt, Annie tossed her hair back, and dropped the shirt to one side. She reached behind, and with a well-practised flick of her claws, she unfastened the clasp of her bra. Mac growled, and stroked himself just that little bit firmer.

"Now, take that off nice and slow..."

The bra fell away into one paw, leaving the young canine's breasts to spill out into the open. Mac bit his bottom lip. She was full, and perked, just begging for a canid to touch them and stroke them and enjoy them. His underwear felt slick. And Annie continued to bare herself for the wolf. She unfastened the belt of her jeans, and along with her panties, she slid them straight to the floor and kicked them to the side. And at that point, as Annie straightened up and stood fully nude in Mac's cabin, the wolf made no effort to conceal his growl of approval. The first time he'd ever seen a bitch's sex for real. Not only that, but the fur around it looked wonderfully thick. Mac swore he could smell it from across his cabin.

"Good girl!"

Annie panted, and gave a happy bark. She was exactly how he imagined: slender, silken-furred, and oh so tempting. He ordered her back onto all fours and she obeyed in a second, staying still and on full show while the young wolf stroked himself to full hardness, biting his lip at a sudden jolt of pleasure, while the first of his precum trickled onto his paw.

"Annie?"

The German shepherd perked her ears.

"Come over here, girl."

Mac didn't speak the command with any malice, merely speaking with her as one might a horse, or livestock. The dog did as commanded, trotting over to Mac, and kneeling before his chair. Siting up slightly, he stroked her with one paw, nice and gentle, rubbing her canine maw. Strong, pointed, with a wet nose and some lovely sharp teeth. Oh, that needed a wolf cock stuffing it. With his other paw, he stroked himself, through his trousers, feeling the outline of his sheath and what already swelled within. This caught the Shepherd's attention, and she must have realised the wolf's plans. Of her own accord, she dipped her nose down, touching it to the young wolf's crotch, and digging in slightly. Wow. Mac fought the urge to moan out loud: he was the one in control, after all. He took a grip on the scruff of Annie's neck, holding her in place while his arousal slipped from his sheath. Soon he could wait no longer, and releasing his grip on Annie, he unfastened his jeans, slipping them down with his underwear, just enough to let his sheath and his flesh out into the open.

"Wow. You're a big wolf."

The wolf's pride swelled. "Yeah. I know."

Most male wolves measured eight or nine inches, knot included. A respectable size, yes. But Mac knew he had most of his species bested. He may not have compared sizes for real, but he did have a ruler, and classmates who liked to brag. Ha. If only they knew. Because, with twelve full inches of wolf cock to play with, Annie's comment wasn't a cheap ego stroke. It was a fact.

And now, with the majority of those inches hard and emerged, there was no doubting the wolf's intentions. He stroked Annie behind the ears, and she met him with a wide-eyed glance, before opening her muzzle wide, and wrapping it around the wolf. The heat and drool of Annie's maw hit Mac in an instant, and his body went rigid, claw-flexing pleasure shooting straight through the young wolf, while he resisted the urge to moan or even howl. Annie knew just how to use her maw - of course she did, all those boys she'd slept with - keeping the wolf tiptoeing on a fine line of pleasure. Taking hold of the wolf's package, she tightened her maw, and bobbed up and down on that satisfyingly thick wolf cock, drawing yet more of that dark and veined flesh from its furry confines. At the first full-body twitch, Mac lifted Annie's maw away, while she licked his length, lapping away the drool and precum which now coated the wolf's cock. He gripped himself, at the base where his knot would soon swell, and smeared himself all over the side of Annie's face. She bore her teeth a little, but never did she resist.

"You know where this is going."

Annie simply smiled.

"So get in front of that fire and lift your fucking tail."

Of course, Mac had never spoken to a girl like that before. But that night, everything was different. He stroked himself, even growled to himself as he watched the nude bitch trot over onto the rug and stand, facing away from Mac, with her tail lifted nicely out of the way. From here he had full sight of her crotch, her plump engorged sex, and even her little star of a tailhole. All on display, all ringed by that thick crotch fur, and all for him. He rose to his feet, and crossed the room, wolf-cock supported in one paw, scenting her musk growing stronger with every step. It had to be coming from that mound of fur. Oh, it was irresistible.

"Oh and if you haven't guessed, I'm not wasting a condom on you. We're doing this properly: all dirty and feral. I know you're in heat: I could smell it earlier, in your piss. So if I do happen to pump some pups into you... well, that'll be your problem."

Not a word from Annie. Not even a flinch. She simply stood still, on the rug. He knelt behind her, pinning her tail up. Her lowermost fur was thick. And fuck, he could smell it too! In an instant he'd dug his nose right into that crotch fur, breathing in the German shepherd's scent while pawing himself with pure vigour. He even lapped at it, glancing his tongue over her musky crotch fur and her moist sex, tasting his girl while precum dripped from his engorged wolf cock. Annie whimpered, and shivered, at the dog's rough licking.

By the time he'd got his fill of her scent, he'd had to slow his pawing right down, in case he let loose right there and then. But Mac - or the animal that had replaced Mac - was in no mood for further playing around.

"Yeah... you're ready for me, bitch."

He took a feral stance himself, prowling behind her and uttering a drooling growl. Then he leapt up, a feral wolf, and mounted his female. Paws gripped tightly around her sides, grunting in time to his rapid bucks. He rubbed himself on the bitch's crotch fur and instantly broke out into a pleasured murr. Her fur felt so soft on his thick lupine cock. And with her treasure poised and dripping, it didn't take long at all before Mac found his target and thrust the near-entirety of his foot-long wolf cock into his bitch.

Wow! And he thought her maw had felt good! But this dog-sex, his first ever, was a whole other level of pleasure altogether. Immediately he gave a sharp thrust, shunting more of his endowment inside her and making her gasp. And when she squeezed, all around him, Mac began to hump, hard, pistoning that hard lupine cock of his in and out of Annie's swollen sex. He saw her squirm, felt her writhe underneath him, and he simply sunk his bone-hard lupine meat deeper, into her tight heated tunnel, not caring about her whimpers and her weak struggles. If anything they spurred him on, to see how thoroughly he could ravage her. His pace and his eagerness were fearsome, and very soon those embers of pleasure ignited in him once more.

"Here it comes, Annie. Gonna flood that womb of yours with my pups."

She struggled a little, maybe a final conscious attempt to get away, to which Mac laughed, and bit her ear making her whimper, pinning her in place with his weight while he bred her harder and rougher right up until he uttered a long pleasured growl, hilting his near-entire wolf cock within her treasure, holding it still while his base swelled, locking the canines together, until he relaxed onto her back and let loose, cock twitching as he filled his bitch with warm spurts of lupine cum.

"Oh that's it my girl, take it all. You're gonna make me some strong, healthy pups, that's for sure."

She could whimper and pant as much as she liked. But she knew - they both knew - that the deed was done. Both were more than old enough to whelp a litter - and with the sheer volume of wolf semen now filling the heated Shepherd, there was a very real chance of that happening. And yet, it was almost as though she gladly accepted what Mac had to give - every drop of him. True, she was wincing, even whining a little, at every pulse of his freshly-swollen knot. But not once did she complain. Mac swung his leg over her, and under his guidance, they dropped to the rug together. Mac spread his claws through the reindeer-skin rug, grinning to himself.

"You did well, my girl. You really did."

Annie panted, a happy canine pant.

"Thank you."

And then a word which stunned the wolf.

"Master."

Mac blinked, taken aback for a moment at the mark of respect. Nonetheless he turned to face her, and the two canids shared a smile.

They spend a good while together, by the fire, lost in their own private thoughts. However a growl from the wolf's stomach soon reminded him of other, more conventional hungers.

"Heh, almost time for dinner. Not for you, of course. But hey, you've been good, so maybe I'll bring you a scrap or two."

Fortunately by now his erection had softened a little, and with an experimental tug, his knot popped free of Annie's sex. Both canids moaned, even more so when Mac pulled every inch of his thick wolf-cock from his bitch, the tip slipping free making her yelp and whimper. With his natural flexibility, Mac used his long maw to reach his own malehood, licking it clean as it retreated back into his sheath. Standing on hind paws, he fetched his clothes, and spoke with the sleepy bitch while making himself decent.

"Sand's by the fire if you need to put it out. Otherwise, keep warm, and I'll be back soon."

And Mac left his lodge, taking care to padlock the door behind him.

When he returned an hour later, the fire was still alight, and a German shepherd was lying nude on his reindeer-rug before the fire. Scents of wood-smoke, dog musk, and dog-sex filled the cabin. Nice. Mac kicked off his boots, hung up his coat, and slipped off the remainder of his clothes. Then, naked like the dog before him, he sat beside her, using his paw to gently rouse her from slumber.

"Hey. Annie. I brought you some scraps."

The menu that night was venison, freshly trapped that day by Mac's own father. Mac had brought her two ribs, with a good amount of meat still on them. The scent and Mac's paw-stroking were enough to wake the sleeping dog. She lifted her head, took one of the ribs in paw and maw, and began tackling it, digging her sharp teeth into the meat and gristle, growling just a little as she cleaned the bone of its meat. Mac watched her eat, taking a moment to admire her slender form and silky-smooth pelt. Chocolate-brown across her back, caramel-brown on her underside, with the two colours mixing and mingling where they met on her muzzle. He stroked her, pulling his claws through her fur. He felt it catch and he heard her whine, but still he continued stroking. She growled, and bore her lovely sharp teeth, but they both knew it was an empty threat. Once he had groomed her, she sidled up to him, panting.

"Thirsty, Master. So thirsty."

A wicked smile crept over the small wolf's maw, the animal in him rising again. He stroked her head. She closed her eyes, brushing her head against his thigh like a doting kitten.

"Shh, there, it's alright. Does my girl like that?"

She gave a soft little growl, and nodded her head.

"That's good. Mac has something for his girl to drink."

He pushed her to the side and she fell onto her forepaws. Mac flicked an ear, and growled a little. He stood up, absent-mindedly stroking his sheath in front of his bitch. The tip of his length emerged, dark crimson flesh, but he didn't stroke himself to hardness. Instead he moaned in quiet relief, and a thin trickle of fluid landed on Annie's nose, making her cringe and pull back. But Mac stepped forward, and let loose with a steady stream of his golden fluid, which trickled down both sides of the female's muzzle, the scent of Mac's mark all warm and musky and canine. She soon understood, and, splaying her ears and opening her parched maw, she let Mac aim directly onto her tongue. The little wolf smirked in appreciation, and growled with satisfaction as he filled her maw with bitter, strong and salty lupine piss. She tilted her head back, pooling some of the wolf scent in her maw, before she closed and swallowed and received a splash to the nose as the wolf did not relent in his urination. So she quickly opened her muzzle again. From there, she started to gulp, drinking down as much of the wolf as possible, while the rest ran down her face and soaked into the rug underneath her. There was a reason it stank so strongly of wolf. And when Mac slowed to a trickle, he could have sworn he heard the female whimper, almost out of need. What a cute doggy.

"Thank you, Master."

Mac teased behind her ears.

"Any time. My Puppy Dog."

School started again, much too soon for the liking of most students. But not for Mac. He knew he was in the minority of students who actually liked school. Maybe even a minority of one. But that didn't bother him. Especially today. Already, this first day back had been the best for years. He even got a "How's it going, Mac?" from the captain of the football team! A greeting! From the king of the jocks! And a high-five too! He strolled down the corridor, books under one arm, tail swishing behind him. Up ahead, Annie was at her locker, but for once Mac didn't care. He could take on the world: one bitch was no problem. But wait a minute: was that a new collar she was wearing? It was a pretty baby pink number, studded with diamante. It suited her. She spotted him, and turned towards him.

"Hey Mac."

The little wolf stumbled to a halt. Did Annie just... say hello to him? And smile at him? Even stranger, there was no malice, no sneering about it. It was the first time he'd seen Annie genuinely smile.

"Mac, I want a word with you."

The wolf shrugged. "Sure." He followed her into a nearby stairwell, out of the earshot of their fellow students.

"I'll be quick." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "There's no cheerleading practice tonight 'cos it's the first day back. So... I'll be free later this evening. If Mac wants an evening with his Puppy Dog."

And he'd just got new firewood for the cabin. How fortunate.

By Ziegenbock