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Colby didn't know what to do. She was being followed; she could feel it. Of course the street lights had to be out at that time of night. The woods loomed ahead and she quickly walked into them. She knew better but maybe her follower would lose her among the brush and trees.
Then she began to run. Her breath came out in little foggy puffs as it got colder. Looking behind her, she didn't see anything, but she could feel him. For all she knew, it could have been a dog, but she didn't hear barking. A growl she heard. But it was ahead. It was probably a wolf as they were known to roam the woods outside of the small town. A black wolf stood ahead.
Colby stopped suddenly, eyes wide. She remembered her Girl Scout training. A wolf could smell fear. Never let it show. She took a deep breath and let it sooth her. She wasn't afraid of wolves. After all, they were just oversized dogs.
The black wolf had lifted a paw up and licked at it. Blood dripped. She realized he was hurt. "You poor thing," she murmured softly and eased slowly to him. His brown eyes watched her and he took a step towards her. As she sat next to him, she realized his leg was cut up from a fight. "Just like a man, you'll fight. I bet the other is worse."
Her stalker lost her fear as she ripped the hem of her shirt to wrap around the wolf's leg to stop the blood flow. She got the wolf to follow her home so she could heal its leg.
At her house, she gave the wolf some food and unwrapped his leg. It wasn't as bad as it was in the woods. She rubbed some salve on him and gave him a blanket to sleep on. Inside her bedroom, she took her bloody, ripped clothes off and threw them in the laundry basket. Colby went into the bathroom and drew herself a bath with strawberry scented bubbles. It was a night time ritual for her. Once inside the water, she sighed. It felt so good. Opening her eyes, she saw the wolf followed her into the bathroom and was laying his head on the edge of the bathtub.
She laid her hand on his head and rubbed his ears. He made a sound in his throat, almost a purr. Colby smiled. "I should give you a name." she thought for a moment before saying, "how about Marcus?"
He snorted and shook his head.
"Yeah your right. You're not a Marcus. What about Cameron?"
His tongue snaked out and flicked against her wrist.
She smiled. "Cameron it is." She unplugged the tug and got out. Cameron backed up and padded into her bedroom. He sat by the bed. Weird animal, she thought. She towel dried and rubbed a lotion over her body before turning the lights out and crawling into bed.