I don't know what made me turn around, some small sound behind me, a soft foot fall, a rock rolling, I wasn't sure, but I knew I had to look and knew also I didn't want to.

The clearing was brightly lit with the light of the full moon, casting everything in silvery shades of grays and blacks, bright enough so that I didn't need my light. I always loved walking outside when the moon was full; it was as if I was in a different world.

I turned, slowly, a sense of trepidation flowing through me as I saw the large, imposing figure standing there, in the tree lined edge of the clearing. I was half way across and wondered if I could make it into the woods before it was on top of me.

It raised its head and I could see a large snout as it scent the air, teeth gleaming white as its large jaws part, long tongue flicking across the upper lip, liking what it was smelling. It was tall, over six feet with broad shoulders and I could see it was covered in a carpet of black, moon-kissed fur as it lowered its massive head, taking a step into the glade towards me.

I was frozen in place, my heart pounding in my ears. It took another step towards me and I could see it was female with high, full, fur-covered breasts. Something gold glint on one nipple, a heavy ring of some sort pierced it. A thrill of something went through me and I realized it was almost that of desire, but the fear over rode it and I took a step back.

I glanced over my shoulder to see how far the tree line was, which was a mistake because a low growl jerked my head back around the beast was half-way to me, hips swaying on its crooked legs. There was a loin cloth of some sort swathing her hips, black with silver embroidery. Heavy gold cuffs circled thick wrists and she had the largest hands I had ever seen.

“Hello beautiful,” it spoke; its voice was rough and husky, slightly different sounding, coming from her muzzle. Her golden eyes caught mine and I could not tear my gaze away from its hypnotic depths. “I wondered what tasty treat I would find by following your scent.” She raised her head again, breathing deep, scenting. “Mmmm, such a delicious smell.” The she-wolf threw back its head and let out a primal animal roar, before lowering its head again. “Run beautiful, run!”

That thrill shivered along my nerves, goose bumps rising as I grew wet, but everything was quickly over-powered by my instinct of self-survival. My body was moving of its own accord, before the thought to command it to do so, as I spun and started for the woods.

I do not know what thought ever formed that made me think I had any chance of escaping. I hadn't gone more than three steps when she slammed into my back, rolling us across the grass covered ground, her thick arms wrapped around my waist, hugged me to that broad expanse of chest, pressing me back against her full breasts as we came to a stop, me on the bottom, face pressed into the earth.

I struggled furiously, twisting and turning as she lay on top of me. I was breathing