Biting Wild: Lycans of Grayville

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ss of a world void of us humans. The lush forests of Grayville were, by far, the best I had ever entered. I had hiked many trails in my twenty two years of life.

wild wolf up close at five years of age. He was a tall grey wolf and I had gotten lost in the woods near my old holm outside Portland. I remember thinking that this beautiful creature was going to eat me. I

xed eyes. He was grey with white on his chest and tail. His four paws all had black, which made them look like black mittens on

I was in my final semester of vet school and I had an assistant position here in a lush wild area. I ne

am and I make camp on the banks. I pull out my fishing rod and I connect all three sections together and I go into my mini t

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no predators would come sniffing around my camp site. It was full dark now and I climbed into my tent and I began to read by my little battery la

ittle every day. I was always a daddy's girl and an unredeemable tomboy. My mom use to try to get me to go shopping and get into girly things, well until she left us for th

ue to all the dense forests and the farms that border on the opposite side t

girl who felt more comfortable being

snap its teeth into my foot. I did not know how the hell its teeth were long enough to break my flesh through my shoes, but th

was in full swing. I had been attacked before, not by a wolf, but by other wild life. I looked around me for anything that could be used as a weapon.

ight that my small frame and my full fight or flight instincts would muster, then I sm

ving nothing to chance I grabbed my map and my compass and I high tailed it out of the forest. Camping gear could just be damned for all I cared at this moment. I ran for hours and I felt li

got my car unlocked and I swung into the driver's seat and I fi