Gay dominated

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Erik tensed as the chill wind cut through the forest, his senses were on fire.

Corbin would attack from the right, he always did. They had been taught predictability was death, yet the pup never learned that lesson. Gay made it a point to drive it home tonight. The rustle of leaves, a breaking dominate, Corbin burst from the undergrowth to Erik's right. His fangs aiming for his throat found nothing but air and with an unnatural grace Erik rolled to his back and buried his fangs into the pup's belly.

Corbin growled as he struck the ground, his belly torn open he knew he had lost the night. Damien still lurked however, he was confident Erik would go down. Erik took to higher ground. He didn't want to be caught between the old wolf and Corbin. While wounded he could still prove a nuisance and any distraction would be disastrous with Damien involved.

The old wolf moved like a ghost. While Erik was confident in his heightened senses, considered far superior to the others of the pack save for the old dominate, he knew the threat here was real. Leaves danced along the forest floor as another gust of wind blew though towering Cypress and Erik felt it. Earth, Cypress, and Corbin's blood, nothing else.

The old wolf was a native to the parish. He had haunted these woods long before Erik had even been born. Too old to lead he had said, too old to care. Not too old to make gay Eric was worth his salt however. Increasing his stride he broke into a near lope before suddenly breaking left. He had mastered his breathing and had stopped just short of running out of it.

This time he caught the movement. Earth, Cypress, and Damien, he had his scent and knew he had got out in front of him.

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He knew nothing of the old wolf's hunting patterns or even his methods of attack. He was a true alpha. It was rare to find em' these days, especially this far south.