The Wolf's Call

"What...the fuck?"

You know that mode your body is sent into when you're in danger? The fight or flight?

No...no, my body chooses to freeze.

Right here, in the middle of the woods. Right here, in front of a steel cage that currently houses the biggest, most ethereal, black wolf I've ever seen in my life.

Well, not that I've ever seen a wolf to begin with.

At my voice, its head peaks up and I'm met with its golden eyes. There's something odd about it though. It looks like it understands my shock and is amused...in a human kind of way.

"Nope," I whisper. "I'm not about to be that horror movie character."

Besides, I may be a little high, and I'm imagining things.

With that, I manage to take a step back, then another, and then finally, I spin around and begin trying to retrace my steps back the way I came.

However, before I'm even ten steps gone, there's this sickening sound that fills the woods. It's like the snapping of a million twigs. No, more like bone.

I turn sharply back to the wolf and to my horror, it's body is contorting in the most disturbing way.

Giant paws turn to human hands and black fur begins to give way to smooth bronze skin.

"I'm sorry, let me just –" it speaks, as it continues to contort.

I'm seconds away from pissing my pants as my body once again, has chosen to freeze instead of getting the fuck out of here.

There's one final snap of a bone and a sigh of relief escapes his throat.

The black wolf in the cage...just turned into a man?

Nah, I'm way higher than I originally thought.

"Well, hello there," he says, his voice smooth, rich and utterly unfazed by the fact that he just shifted from a wolf to a human. "Didn't expect company tonight."

My body heats up instantly, and I begin to sweat even though it's cold out here tonight.

Not because I'm scared, which I obviously am. I mean, I just watched a massive, terrifying beast shift into a very human, very muscular, very naked man.

And, you know, that's a lot.

But it's the voice that gets me.

It's captivating as hell, and I might add, it's the sexiest voice I've ever heard. It isn't that stereotypical deep voice.

No.

It's a charming voice. One that takes me to lalaland.

My curiosity is now piqued, and I'm most definitely that character in every horror movie, as I take a few steps closer to the cage.

He has this lopsided grin on his face, like he isn't trapped and like shifting from a wolf to an attractive man is an everyday adventure.

He sighs dramatically, but the grin never leaves his lips.

My eyes drift, and okay, I'm only human. He's beautiful in a way that feels almost unfair.

His red hair is long and messy but in a way that seems intentional, and his