What in the holy hell was that? Those glowing yellow eyes! I’ve never seen anything like it. As we gallop back to the packhouse, I look over at Raven. Her deep black fur, her wolf, is absolutely impressive. I’ve never seen it before, and Atlas is going wild. I can feel him getting aroused as we run behind her. Her scent wafts over us, and Atlas is furiously trying to take control.
“Oh god, think, think,” I start thinking of Glenna, the old She-wolf, taking off her clothes. Atlas gags, “You are an absolute prick!” he yells at me in my head, and I chuckle, feeling more in control. Mating as wolves can lead to serious issues like the wolves killing each other or so many other problems. Plus, it’s just not natural. I shudder, but Atlas shrugs. “It’s not unnatural! It’s perfectly normal, actua
