Her senses were alive.  The smell of the trees filled her nostrils, and her hunger to mate filled her loins.  She’d been waiting all day for this and if she only had one night then she was going to make it a night to remember. 

She darted past the rows of sharpened logs and makeshift pit traps set to stop the bears advance. 

“Wait!” she heard Alex shout behind her.  But, wait she would not.  If he needed to find her he could track her by scent with what she left in his pocket. 

She sprinted into the tree line, dashing over fallen logs and underbrush she ran past a thousand times.  She breathed heavily with each footfall penetrating deeper and deeper into the thick wood.  Her destination was the clearing where they first kissed.  It was the same place they’d first had sex.  And, it was the first place she knew to be safe from prying eyes.

She heard Alex’s grunt as he shifted and begin following behind her. It made her heart quicken, feeling like it might beat straight out of her chest.  She was always faster than him, though.  She loved to run and was known as the fastest in the pack, a title which she wore with pride.  Alex struggled to keep up. 

This is it.  The giant stump of an old tree left thick gnarling roots that were large enough for a wolf to fit through.  A thick layer of moss covered the bed of the floor beneath her paws and a tiny stream babbled within earshot.  Only Cynthia knew of this place, and when she shared it with Alex it was the turning point in their relationship.

Cynthia trotted slowly to catch her breath.  It would be a few more minutes before Alex would arrive and she wanted to be ready for him.  A surge of adrenaline sent chills down her spine.  Human fingers ripped and tore their way through her front paws as her fur receded.  Her snout flattened into her face as the hair on her head grew to its usual length and darkened to its usual hue of brown. 

Hurry up.

Cynthia leaned against the thick roots of the tree stump with her arms crossed against her chest.  He sure was taking his sweet time getting here.  She was so horny she couldn’t wait any longer.  Her hand reached down between her legs.  So wet!  Her own pussy juice ran down her leg while she played with her clit.  Little jolts of excitement sent surges of pleasure throughout her body.  If he was trying to track her by scent then it made sense for her to be as turned on as possible.

Her breathing was still quick from the run but it grew more erratic.  She thought of his throbbing cock probing inside, filling her completely and she nearly lost her mind.  Her nipples fought against the cold air and with her other hand she toyed with them; they were so sensitive and she was so turned on that she could have orgasmed.

The last remnants of daylight were fleeting and soon it would be dark.  What was taking him so long? 

He burst into the clearing, panting heavily. 

“Took you long enough,” Cynthia said.  She held out her hand, covered in her juice, “Look what you made me do.”

  Alex whined.  He would, the slow bastard.  His wolf fur tore away and she could hear his bones crack from the strain. His muscles snapped into position as he stood to his full height.  With his cock standing erect, he was trying to catch his breath and failing miserably. 

“You’re…” he panted, “too fast.”  He coughed into his hand.

Cynthia pushed off the log and joined her man.  His shaft slid against her wet slit as she pulled him into an embrace. It sent a tingle down her spine causing her to shudder. 

“I don’t want you to go,” she said.  She rubbed her hands along his cold exposed flesh. 

“Did you want to try running away, again?” He asked as he wrapped his hands around her upper back. 

He smelled so damn good.  Her hips moved on their own running the full length of his shaft.

“I’m willing to consider it,” she said softly.  Her hands ran down the scar on his chest, a present from an angry bear.  The scar only made him sexier. She kissed him on the neck, quickly losing her patience.

Crack.

What the fuck now?  Cynthia’s head swiveled as she searched the woods for the source of the sound.

“Who’s there?” Alex shouted into the darkened wood.

Her heart was beating faster.  The urge to run nagged at her as fear took hold in the depth of her breast.  The twilight of the forest was no ally.  What was supposed to be a quiet getaway was becoming a nightmare. 

Plodding footsteps started to echo, getting closer and closer with each passing second.  Cynthia could take it no longer; she tugged on Alex’s hand, urging him to run.

“Come on!” she said.

From the rim of the clearing, it stood on its haunches, a mighty bear.  Dammit.  Now was not the time to stand around. 

Come on Alex.

Before she could even start shifting, she was already running.  Her feet stung from the rocks and roots that stabbed at her feet.  She fell to all fours as her hands gave way to paws and fur sprouted from her body.  The fear that beat in her chest shut out all of her senses and urged her to run faster than before. 

Goddamn bears.  They ruined a perfectly good night.  She was going to get laid and enjoy some snuggle time with the man of her dreams.  Now, she was running for her life through the forest. 

Come on Alex.