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.
"You said you would never leave me alone." Her voice cracked as she fought against sobs that he could tell she really wanted to hold back. "You lied."
The last word came out in a little sob and she wiped at the tears that fell down her curved cheeks, she really had the most beautiful face, he couldn't look away, even in her despair. Grigory waited as she stood there several more moments, before the woman reached for the hem of the jeans that she was wearing and opened them, tugging the garment down her legs, kicking off her sneakers, tugging the jeans clear off, and dropping them onto the dock beneath her before standing straight again, her pale pink panties contrasting nicely with the smooth, firm skin of her legs and lower belly. His cock was not just twitching now, it had started to slowly fill with blood, making Grigory more uncomfortable as he watched her pull off her coat and the flannel shirt she wore before tossing them onto the jeans, leaving her only in her bra and panties as she stood to look back out at the lake.
It was the start of March, it was much too early for her to be jumping into a lake. The water would be freezing, he thought just as he watched her take a deep breath and then run towards the end of the dock, jumping at the edge and then disappearing beneath the surface of the water. He didn't stop his body from getting back onto the paws of his feet, his neck stretched forward to see if she would come up, nervous that she might have hurt herself jumping into the lake. It could be too shallow, or filled with debris that she could have hit her head on. Grigory didn't realized that he'd been holding his breath until he saw her head and upper body push through to the surface of the water and he watched her wipe her hair out of her face and then sputter and shake her head from the coldness of the water she'd jumped into.
He sank back down to his stomach on the grass beneath him and Grigory heard the warm chuckle she emitted as she kept herself at the water's surface. She had smiled, and the feeling of it had made him shift his body as his cock demanded more room. The feelings coursing through him were strange, unwanted, he was bonded to Anya, he was just coming to terms with losing a woman he'd never had, and now, here, he was staring at a woman who was most obviously in misery and he wanted nothing more than to drag her out of that lake and sink his cock head deep inside of her tantalizing tight body.
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That was a little bit of a mistake, BiBi Martin thought to herself as she slowly paddled herself back towards the edge of the dock that she'd just jumped off of. What had made her decide to jump in was unclear, but she was sure it had to do with the emotions of last evening finally taking its toll and making her lose it. Jesus, she stilled at the edge and closed her eyes, letting the cold water tingle and slide against her body, she really could do without remembering the church, that large room, all those people. The coffin.
She coughed out another sob that she refused to let get the better of her and then she pulled herself up onto the rickety dock and she sat on her knees a moment at the edge as she was hit hard by the cold air of the late winter. Tennessee wasn't quite ready to give up its hold on the cold season, and she felt her arm hair prickle and she shivered as she heard what sounded almost like a yip from somewhere behind her and turned around.
Frowning, she moved her eyes along the edges of the lake on the south edge, she had thought she had heard something there earlier, but it had just been the wind. The noise now, however, sounded a little bit clearer, and she got to her feet. She'd come to the lake to say goodbye, goodbye to the place she'd played as a child while living with her grandmother in the rented farmhouse on the eastern edge of the small patch of forest. Now, that goodbye had been said, and she was worried that there was a coyote nearby. Her shoulders shook as she tried pulling on her clothes quickly, the water on her body making that difficult.
Eventually, however, BiBi was able to get her jeans buttoned closed and her coat zipped back up and then she walked on the path away from the dock. She couldn't help but look over her shoulder as she walked, nervous now, feeling more than seeing that she wasn't alone. No, she heard a flutter of something somewhere behind her, she most definitely was not alone. Fearful that it was a coyote or some other animal, and that it was rabid, she moved a little faster, looking behind herself a few more times before turning the corner of the path. She needed to just get to the farmhouse and she would feel better.
