Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Notes: Wolf, WY contains some explicit content
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Fluorescent bulbs winked and hummed, doing their best to warm up and respond in the cold. It didn’t matter. Randy didn’t need the light to be any brighter to see.
“Holy fuck…” Both of his hands slapped the wall behind him, regardless of the shock of cold it gave his system, and Randy flattened himself against the surface. He remembered the wolf at his back deck. More, he recalled the size of it. And if this wasn’t the same damn one, it was Wolfy’s close cousin.
He already saw the headlines: Idiot city brat eaten by wolf in his own garage. It would be followed with a plea for everyone else to please, please keep the morons that didn’t know how to deal with the animals of the county out of their county.
The wolf lifted its nose and sampled the air. Then, in a gesture that Randy read as ‘dinner smells about ready’, it lowered his head and trained its gaze on him.
Run! A voice in Randy’s head screamed and just as quickly something else knocked it aside. Stay still! If you run, it’ll chase you, and there’s no way you’ll make it out the door in time to shut it!
Even if he did, would he have the strength to shut it if the wolf leapt at it? Probably not. Its shoulders were wide and muscles rolled underneath its thick fur. One lunge would knock Randy on his ass.
It stepped, not exactly forward, but on an angle, crossing its paws and almost gliding several inches closer.
Randy’s bladder twinged, his throat seized, but a groan still managed to squeak its way out. The wolf’s ears perked, it shook its head and stepped again.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was barely whispering, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming. “Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me.”
When the wolf advanced again, the pleas became a bastardized prayer. “Oh, God, if there’s a God… right now I hope so… I am so sorry for anything and everything I’ve done wrong.” He swallowed a breath of panic and flashed a quick glance at the ceiling. “Unless ‘anything wrong’ includes me being gay. Because if this is payback for that, then fuck you, the damn thing can eat me.”
The wolf was close enough that Randy could stare right into its eyes. They were eerily beautiful—gold, deep brown, and they were lined in a thick, black streak that would make beauty queens everywhere weep over its perfection. But the focused, direct stare was enough to make Randy weak in the knees.
Wolf, WY Excerpt
© AF Henley, 2015
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P.S: This excerpt was first posted at Cinderella Stories. I got both the permission of the author and the blog's owner.