Midnight Grey

A Werewolf Romance:

The unduly gusts were forcing her in an unknown direction.

"Dad!" She called aloud but the storm reduced it to a whisper.

Shower of yellow discarded leaves flew through the air in tossing, eddying circles, and strewing the path.

She put the fig basket down and pinched up her dress to the knees and rushed to the point where she saw the flickering light.

"Dad!" She screamed in high pitch but responded with a scintillating bolt.

The moment rain started pelting down with devoted gyres.

She whirled around to locate the Oak tree that she noticed earlier and then started to run in that direction.

The Oak was like a canopy. She was wringing her drenched scarf when a gut-wrenching howl made her still.

"Where my Dad is?!" She whispered to herself with a heart drowning in the bottomless pit.

That evening, she had come with her father to pick ripened figs so that she could prepare the desired jam for Marianne. The weather suddenly changed; looking at the dark clouds her father rushed for the horses to fasten firmly.

But before he could return she got trapped alone in the storm.

After a few seconds, of deathly silence, she heard some tapping behind her.

"Dad where-" swiveling around, words stuck into her mouth. Her eyes became saucer wide.

He was the big bad wolf. His masculine figure all soaked towered over her.

She shrank away.

The old wives' tales rang in her mind about the monster living in the woods that is bloodthirsty of young virgins.

Before she could emit a sound he bared his teeth and the fierce glow in his greenish pale eyes intensified.

His broad snout with gaping nostrils reached down on her.

The scent mixed up...

He grunted with frustration stomping his ample paw on the ground.

The next moment girl thumped down on the ground as she fell unconscious near his claws.
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