Willow's life had become a self built prison. Each day passing slower and more monotonous. She believes that her life means nothing, that nothing mattered anymore. Her heart was crushed and scattered to the winds the night her family died 2 years ago.
They had been coming home from celebrating her little sisters 8th birthday, a beautiful full moon lighting the way. Out of nowhere a car, traveling way to fast, drifted into their lane. The impact had sent Willow flying from the car, unconscious even before landing in the ditch.
She woke up in the hospital dazed and very confused. The doctor had came in a few minutes after her eyes had opened, informing her that her family had died in the accident and that she was very lucky to be alive. Lucky! Ha! Those had been and still are the most ridiculous words she had ever heard. She, now, was alone in this world at the age of 22.
She slowly climbs out of bed and stumbles to the huge picture window overlooking the rose garden.
The full moon bathing her nude body gently in its silver light. Her wavy brunette hair pulled loosely back at the nape of her neck. Her skin, once a beautiful shade of tan, was so pale it almost glowed. The pale hue of her skin contrasted vividly with the emerald green of her eyes. She had never been a thin woman, always on the chubby side and because of that, her breasts were large, her hips and ass were rounded and her stomach soft and plump.
Not many men took the time to look at her, let alone try to get to know her. So her life for the past 2 years had been spent in solitude.
In fact, the only people to have seen her lately was the staff. The maid, cook and gardener. Her father had done very well financially and had left everything to her so she didn't have to worry about money.
Her mind drifts back to the present, glad to escape the dark past.
"Oh Willow, life was not meant to be like this." she mutters to herself as she gazes at the roses below.
She suddenly feels the urge to be among the flowers, to breath in the intoxicating aroma. She slips on a thin silk robe, tying it quickly, and makes her way downstairs. Exiting the house from the side door that leads to the garden.
The damp grass tickles her toes and the cool breeze soothes her heated body as she walks through the seemingly endless tall rows of roses. The beauty was almost enough to dull the ache, almost. She let's her mind drift, not thinking much about anything in particular. A cold chill runs down her spine, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.
She finally realizes she's not alone. A pair of silver eyes watch her closely and intently from about 20ft away. Its body covered in a thick fur, the hue so black it almost looks blue.
Her first instinct is to scream and run but something stops her. Her breath quickens and her heart beats wildly. She's shocked that she's actually getting very aroused and finds it harder to stand. She melts onto the bench nearest to her and stares at the magnificent creature. He seems to be staring right back at her.
Her eyes widen when the animal begins to change. Its fur begins to shimmer and its eyes close. A thick fog rolls in and surrounds the wolf protectively. A moment later, a human man walks from the fog towards her. She pinches herself, sure that she's dreaming.
"Hello, I'm Seth. Please don't be frightened. I could never hurt you. I was the wolf from before. I'm a shapeshifter." his deep voice comforting her.
She could only stare in awe, her full mouth parted slightly. Her eyes wander over his body, completely bare except for a wide leather cuff around his wrist with a symbol stamped into it. He had to be at least 6'3 with long black hair and an amazingly smooth body for a man who is also a wolf. His well developed muscles ripple beneath his bronze skin, sending visions of lustful pleasure through her mind. Her gaze finally landing on his thick cock jutting upwards. A soft sigh escapes her lips, taking in the sight of his 9 inch cock.
"I'm so confused. How do you know me?" her voice trembling.
