I'm a werewolf. Fuck my life. I hate it. Every night I turn into a medium sized golden brown wolf. My grandmother knows and smiles at me every time I leave at night.
"Blair, can you go to Collin's house for me?" She asks and I nod slowly.
"Collin is one of my friends from church." She says to answer my question.
"Where does he live?" I ask her.
"On the creek." She says and hands me a basket. I shift and take it. As I'm padding along the creek with the basket in my mouth a large black wolf jumps out at me and I yelp. I sit on my haunches and wag my fluffy tail. The wolf looks at me funny. My long pink tongue flops out and I cocky head. The wolf makes a laughing noise and licks my nose. I sneeze and shake my head. Suddenly the cracking of bones fills the air and a tall, very naked man is standing in front of me instead of the wolf.
"Shift." He says and I do, I shake myself.
"Who's you're alpha?" The man asks.
"My who?" I ask and the man looks funny.
"You're a rogue?" He says and I cock my head. I don't understand these words.
"I don't know what those are. My grandmother sent me to give stuff to Collin." I say and the man nods and I smile at him.
"I'm Kelley." He says. Irish name for a Irish man. My name is boring as hell and over.
"I'm Iris." I say and he chuckles. He tells me to follow him and I do. Not caring about our nudity. We come up to a large gate.
"This is the pack community. Some of the males might bother you, about you're... Spectacular proportions." He warns and I nod. I don't really care that I'm big breasted and curvaceous, the men can stare all they want. I follow him and smell lots of people.