**Hello again! I had enough reader response asking for a sequel that I thought I'd give it a go. I tried to take all the critiques I got to heart. Again, please vote and thanks for reading, Hope you enjoy it! **
Noel stood nervously amongst the tall pines. The air was cool and breezy in the twilight hours of late summer. The wind was taking on the crisp scent of the fall to come. It was the full moon, and the fall equinox. As she walked she thought back to her last full moon. The scene played through her head vividly as if she dreamed while she walked. It had happened during the full moon circle of August. Noel had summoned a wolf as a familiar. The protective circle had been broken and she was chased through the woods. She had run hard and fast but to no avail. She had been taken, but not by the wolf, but by a friend. She had been ravaged hard and fast, speared onto a thick spell driven cock. He was a were-wolf, the stuff of fairytales and make-believe. But then again, who was she to think such thoughts being a witch? She had lusted for this friend and he had come to her, and in her.
She walked and her mind whirled with questions. He had disappeared just days after the camping trip. He had left a message saying he would be out of town on a family matter. She thought back to the brief message left for her. Had he forgotten? Was the whole thing a dream? She rubbed her shoulder where the pink marks from the bite lingered. She knew it hadn't all been a dream. But what was he? She stumbled over a root as she walked along, cursed softly under her breath 'Where the hell is he?" She stopped and looked up through the trees. The faint glow of the moonrise could be seen on the twilight purple horizon. She smiled and watched, loving a moonrise. The moon glowed an opalescent bone white against the dark horizon.
She felt a twinge in her shoulder and rubbed it again. The eyes wandered and pondered, as the shadows grew long and dark. The trees rustled in the breeze, the strong smell of pine wafted in the air. She sighed and leaned her back to a tree feeling foolish and bewildered. She reached up, tucking her auburn hair behind her ear. The stormy blue eyes roved the woods around her. She had left him a message that night, saying she would be at Mosely Pines. She had hoped he knew where it was. The month between had been long and strange. The paranoia of what had happen, then the disbelief, the denial of the possibility. But one thing kept happening over and over. At night she dreamed of the wolf, of the woods, of powerful lustful sex, of her friend sitting across the table from her and calling her his witch. She woke up many nights, her clit hot and tight. She would slide her hand down over her belly, tickling her pale skin. Noel's fingers would rub, gently to open her labia, then slide a finger in, rubbing over the hood of her own clit. She would think of the force, of the feel of him taking her. She would circle her finger over her clit harder, gasping as the speed increased. She would stroke a hand over her breast, a strong pinch to her own nipple. The pleasure would flood between her legs and she would bring herself to orgasm with that vivid memory. And each time, the shoulder would twinge as she orgasmed and she would her his voice in her head 'my witch'.
She sighed again, low and forlorn. The thought of him showing up had half terrified and half thrilled her. She thought now, as she sighed again, perhaps more thrilled then terrified. She set down a shoulder bag and started to set up for a ritual. She laid out the tools carefully, candles, athame, salt, water, bell, incense and a small collection of shells and stones. The incense was light and the smell of sandalwood mixed with the fresh outdoors. She moved about, eyes constantly searching through the woods. She called the quarters and sprinkled salt water to purify and protect her circle. She lit the candles of the Lord and Lady. She stood slowly and held her palms skyward, softly speaking the words. "Hail to the elementals of the four quarters. Welcome Lady and Lord to this rite. The circle is cast and we are between the worlds, beyond the bounds of time, where night and day, birth and death, joy and sorrow meet as one. So mote it be". She turned and jumped, the blue eyes going wide and startled as the focused on a figure. A soft squeak barely escaped her constricted throat.
The wolf watched from the woods. The dark fur blended him perfectly into the deepening shadows. He snuffed the air and shifted on his haunches. The amber eyes blinked slowly, watching the girl move about the circle. As she spoke the words he stood and walked forward, the strong musculature moved smoothly and carried him feather quiet. The tongue lolled as the girl went rigid and the wolf cocked his head. The sound was a chuff, a soft noise like a chuckle. In the space of a few heartbeats the shape rippled. Again, a man stood there, the witch's friend. He smiled wide, his form skyclad in the woods. He was strong and agile, his body dappled in moonlight. "I told you to be alone and you listened. This makes it much easier"
