Tame me if you can

point

nt of me, his head down. I knew it would be big, but not exactly how big! When he walks around me to better sniff me,

while its sides and thighs are streaked with scars. He can barely stand on his feet, he probably hasn't had enough

lf at eye level. Her steel blue irises make me miss several heartbeats.

f exhaustion. As gently as possible, I reach my hand up to his muzzle so he can smell it, then slide it across hi

ge. I know more than one man in New York who hopes to crossbreed them with Bull Mastiffs

it comes from, it's

ow much room for maneuver I have. It doesn't have

big as my arm, it tries to hold me to the ground, but it lacks strength. I free

my little

llect my bottle as well as my empty bag, then I shift a little further back. At first he hesitates, then he adv

houlder, and he weighs heavy,

I have to step over it to get around. He also remains surprisingly calm and stoic.

ds so he can feel the material I went to get to take care of his wounds. After a few sniffs he rests his head on the ground, reassured, so I be

ave much of an appetite, so I defrost my leftover cheese pasta, to which I a

ning. With a sigh, I throw myself onto my mattress, curling up into a ball

it has embedded itself on my mattress. His head weighs all its weight on my waist while his warm body immobilizes my legs. I gi

m terrifyingly pale. Hoping to give myself a human form, I vigorously brush my brown mane into a high ponytail and

, even his hair seems less dull. Maybe he just needed to eat. I'm a little hesitant to leave him at home, but h

e him doing well so quickly, plus, he's not in much danger at this time. I watch him disappear around the corner as the bus arrives. I climb inside, reassured about his condition. Maybe I'll see him again tonight, or m

st my eardrums and my heart. The driver also heard it, but instead of stopping

the corner. Running forward despite the rolling road, I ask once again to stop t

well to get off at the next stop to return to my wolf. Wa

eart crashes to the floor, I want to throw the device against the window to my left. Yet I give up becaus

have th

s.

clock at your ho

. That stup

e Canada is far enough from him. He turned my mother into a stripper before turning her into a call girl. His only

legal and atrocious that the city has to offer. All I can do to get him to lea

won't have time to land the slightest blow on him as his henchmen will kill me. I already tried to escape, unfo

ith this man. My wolf will have to fend for himself, I absolut

tears of rage, but I keep in mi