[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
.In his face, I could see his willingness to protect and lead the pack.“I know that I've made the right decision,” Tyrael continued.He turned to his wife, Jala, and she began to speak.“And I,” she said.“I have seen the future, and know that, under Heath's guidance, the pack will thrive.” Like Tyrael, Jala was middle aged.She was still beautiful.Her cheekbones were high, and her eyes clear and bright as she addressed the crowd.Her gaze roamed across the sea of faces.When they reached me, they stopped.A contemplative expression came over her face.“You,” she said.My face began to burn as the crowd turned to look at me.“Me?” I squeaked.“Yes, you,” she said, her eyes boring intently into my own.“You are like me.You have the vision as well.”“I don't understand,” I stuttered.I was burning with the agony of embarrassment, weighted down by the hundreds of eyes upon me.“Look into your dreams,” she said.“They tell of the future.” And then her gaze left mine, and she fell silent.My skin prickled.The dream that I'd had in the motel came to me.Heath, settling his hot body over me, his cock brushing at my dripping sex.But surely that was just a dream.Jala must be mistaken, I decided, as Tyrael began to address the crowd again.“It's time for me to step down,” he said.“It's time for your new leader to speak to you.And after the run, he is to choose a mate.”The crowd clapped and cheered as Tyrael and Jala joined the throng, leaving Heath alone.A rush of adrenaline shot through me at Tyrael's words.Heath was to choose a mate tonight.I had forgotten that part of the crowning ceremony.I thought of the blonde woman who had been hanging off him – the Barbie doll who had shot me that expression of distaste, and I was filled with dread.Would he take her as his mate?Before the congregation, Heath cleared his throat.“I am privileged,” he said, “to take this position.” His voice echoed out, strong and deep.“I will do all that's in my power to ensure that our pack continues to thrive.” The passionate way he spoke was riveting.He was a natural speaker.A natural leader.“And now,” he continued, “It's time for us to run as one.Through this ancient custom, we celebrate new beginnings.”The crowd cheered, and, caught up in the tumultuous sound, I found myself joining in.My chest swelled with pride as I looked at Heath, golden in the firelight, before the crowd.Suddenly, a sharp pain in my ribs brought me back to where I was.Someone had elbowed me.I turned to see the Barbie lookalike who had given me that evil stare.She had sidled up beside me in the crowd, and was glaring into my face, her fists clenched.I looked at her, confused.My ribs throbbed.“Don't even think about it,” Barbie hissed at me, beneath the rumble of the crowd.I could smell her scent – a stench of plastic, and chemical perfume.It made me feel nauseated.“What are you talking about?” I said.“Heath,” she said, a petulant smirk on her face.“I've seen the way you've been looking at him.He's mine.”This bitch was starting to get on my nerves.“Are you his girlfriend?” I asked.“Pretty much,” she said, evasively.“Anyway, he's going to choose me to be his mate tonight.That's what everybody is saying.I just thought I'd let you know, so you don't end up disappointed.”She was doing this for my benefit.Sure.She eyed me down for a moment, taking in my figure with an exaggerated expression of disgust.“Not that he would go after you anyway,” she said, sniffing.“He's out of your league.”I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, seething with anger.The wolf inside me was struggling to surface, to tear this woman to pieces.But I had learned to control the animal's instincts.I just gave her a steely smile and nodded.“Thanks for the message, Cupid,” I said.“Run along now.”A veil of hatred descended over her face, twisting her pretty features, and she spluttered for a moment, trying to formulate a comeback.She clearly wasn't used to people talking back to her.“I may not be perfect,” I said.“But nothing is quite as ugly as jealousy.” And then I shooed her away with my hand.She was lost for words.With one last glare, she turned and disappeared into the crowd.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.In front of the crowd, Heath was just finishing his speech.It was time for him to transform and lead us in the run.We all watched on as he pulled his clothes off.First he dragged his shirt off over his head, revealing his sweaty, gleaming torso in the firelight.His abdomen rippled with muscles, and power emanated from his thick arms and broad shoulders.I grew flushed as I watched him.My legs grew weak as he began to undo his jeans.I knew that I should look away, stop staring, but I was transfixed.Without a hint of self-consciousness, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the ground.He was naked now, bathed in firelight.The hair on my neck stood up as I saw his large dick, hanging between his legs.It was so thick and long.A ripple of desire stirred deep inside me; a deep hunger unfurled, hot and wet, between my legs.One side of Heath's beautiful body was lit by the cool light of the full moon, and the other by the warm glow of the fire.And as he began to transform, he emitted a light of his own.The white glow encapsulated his body, and his skin began to change.The tiny hairs on his body lengthened, thickened, grew gray.His limbs stretched, and as his legs reconfigured, he fell forwards.In a smooth motion, he put his arms out in front of himself and broke the fall.But as his hands hit the ground, they were already giant, shaggy paws.His face was sleek and canine.His eyes glowed golden, as bright as the firelight.The white glow began to dissipate.Heath's transformation from man to wolf was complete.He raised his huge, powerful head and howled at the moon.A long, powerful howl that echoed through the forest.As the sound of his howl died away, people in the crowd began to transform.I always hated this part of the ceremonies.Having to take my clothes off.But the animal inside me was beginning to take over already.My self-consciousness was fading in the overwhelming desire to transform and become one with the pack.To merge with the night
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
© 2009 Każdy czyn dokonany w gniewie jest skazany na klęskę - Ceske - Sjezdovky .cz. Design downloaded from free website templates