Hello Dear Readers....
I struggled with how to present this next story to you. I've riled a few of you up with the way I left some things dangling in the previous story. However, I hope that this gives you at least a partial resolution, and maybe lets you fall in love with Grigory a little more, as he is one of my favorite wolves that I've created. A new character, a strong female character, is being introduced, and I think she will be a very good...influence... on this pack of wolves. Yes, there is a bit of turmoil, and Anya is back. I really love her, and I want my readers to love her, as well....and hopefully you will see her for who she is in this story. She is flawed, but no character should be perfect. That would be boring.
There will be three "parts" to this story, so welcome to Part 1. Enjoy!
Sin
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Part 1
His emotions had finally gotten the better of him, Grigory Volkov knew it, and he didn't care. No one could tell him that people rusticated with old age because he was ancient by human standards and had reacted just like a jilted lover when he'd been rejected by the nonhuman woman. He had done it to himself, and he had done THIS to himself, as well. He was alone, he had blocked out the voices of his pack, went against his alpha, and there would be repercussions for that when he went back to them.
Going back, however, was not something he had any intention of doing any time soon. He was too angry, too embarrassed, and despite the fact that his very nature made it necessary for him to be around others like him, he needed to be alone. Alone. Something he hadn't been in probably a good forty years or more. At least. He'd been a part of Sergei's pack for longer than that. Where the bond was still located, he could feel it buzzing and pulsing, and knew that at some point, that bond would reaffirm itself, or break completely. He did not want the latter.
But knowing how much he loved his pack, loved Anya, didn't stop him from running from them. And he ran for days, never changing from the wolf, keeping to the forests and the darkness. He ran south, and then when he could have turned and gone to the home he shared with his pack in Minnesota, he kept running south instead. Past places that he'd been before, through new areas, it didn't matter, and he didn't care. Days turned into weeks, and before he knew it, those weeks had turned into just over a month. A month from his pack, a month from the cunt that his cock still ached and throbbed for when he would close his eyes. He hated sleep. It brought Anya to him, it was the one time he could almost feel her searching for him. Begging him to come home to her. But then another face would fill his thoughts and the anger at seeing those violet eyes and that long enchanting white hair would create, and the memory of his cock surging deep into her ass, would send him running all over again.
Finally, long after his paws were nearly raw from it, and his muscles stung with every surge forward, Grigory felt his body start to slow down, running less and walking more, until he came to the edge of a wood one night and smelled the slow steady churn of a small lake, more of a pond, really, nearby. His breaths were fast, but as he began to settle into a stand amidst a thick clump of trees, his breathing slowed and he focused on calming himself as he looked around the darkening sky. This was a good place, dense enough to hide within, no people for miles, and night was coming. He was tired, his body demanded he stop. Shifting to a seated position, his large torso softening against the dirt and grass beneath him, and his legs screaming their relief, he let his neck stretch forward and Grigory let his eyes fall closed, hoping that his dreams would keep form his mind long enough to get some rest.
Morning came and Grigory slowly opened his eyes and breathed in deeply of his surroundings. He could smell yellow-poplar, oak and sycamore trees. Near him was a sassafras, and he breathed in deeply again at the scent of that one, it was a smell that he found soothing. He felt his body shiver and stretch as he slowly brought his muscles out of sleep. Grigory's blue eyes were so content with watching the leaves sway slightly as a morning breeze worked through the forest and the smell of the trees and the water nearby that he almost missed the coming presence of a human. Almost, being the key word. He felt his ears pick up and his muzzle turned in the direction of the soft footfalls he could hear slowly making their way, not in his direction, but towards the water from somewhere south. It must be someone from a farmhouse. This was country, and this section of the forest had felt very uninhabited as he'd run through it last night.
Standing up, having to pause to give his weary muscles a stretch, Grigory moved slowly through the trees, head down, eyes and ears open for the presence of a human, he sniffed again, a female human. When he neared the edge of the lake, he immediately went down to his stomach again, his big eyes staring now as he saw movement at the land edge of what looked to be a rather dilapidated dock that had been built decades before that went out about twenty feet from the shore. The woman who came to stand on the flat wood surface of that dock was young, he sniffed softly, peppermint, lavender, and she'd had bacon for breakfast. His stomach practically sobbed, he'd eaten as a wolf the past month, and his digestive system had worked harder to process the raw meat he'd consumed.
His eyes never left her body as she stood there breathing, her eyes staring out before her at the water. She was short, five foot two maybe? Three? And small, her bones were delicate in structure, but he could see the tight muscles of her upper arms, and her thighs were somewhat bulky, definitely well-toned. The wind brought her scent closer and he felt himself growl deep in his chest, her odor made his cock twitch and his skin heat a little. He would have frowned if he was in human form. She shook a little and peered in his general direction, not seeing him under the shade from the trees he was still hidden within.
Her skin was the color of the caramel that Anya made for their children, and her black hair was curly, to her shoulders, laying around her head naturally, but with just enough product to give it a little bit of a shine and bounce. Grigory felt his cock twitch again when his eyes settled on her mouth, full, but not overly so, wide, beautifully shaped. He closed his eyes for a moment before looking back at her. She was sad. Very sad. That beautiful, delicate mouth wasn't quite set in a frown, but her face was troubled, and her large, dark chocolate eyes were red-rimmed, evident even through her thick, black lashes. She was very troubled. Something bad had happened, and she'd come out here for solace. His gut tightened in guilt as he suddenly felt that he was being very intrusive.
It didn't stop him, however, for he knew if he turned to leave, she might spot his rust colored fur and get frightened. He did not want to scare her. Grigory breathed slowly, deeply, trying to calm the nerves lighting in his body, he most definitely did not want to scare her.
"I can't believe you would do this to me." Her soft, husky voice said as she looked out across the lake, and his ears perked forward.
He hadn't done anything to her. Grigory cocked his head slightly left as he waited to hear her say more.
