Authors: Christy Torres
Once the fire was roaring, they all moved into a circle. It was the first time Richard had seen anyone start a fire in the woods, and he was enjoying the newfound experience. The sky was deep and dark now, and Giselle’s attention returned to Owen. She wondered where he was and if he had already spotted her. She knew that the fire was good give-away, so she rested her mind and knew that they would cross paths soon.
Carla handed out graham crackers and chocolate. The she handed everyone a marshmallow on a stick. The four sat roasting their marshmallows until they were golden brown. Then they plopped them onto the chocolate. Richard devoured his and Carla prepared him another graham cracker with chocolate. He smiled and ate as the moon popped out from behind the ride by Silver Lake. Giselle slipped on a sweater and then ate her s’mores before announcing that she was wandering to find more firewood. She slipped away quietly, without a precise destination.
“Over here,” said Owen. Giselle was amazed at his accuracy. She had only walked for about five minutes before she heard him calling from behind a large granite slab. It was almost too dark to find her way, but she managed to see him peering out at her. His eyes glowed. “Giselle,” he said, and she turned behind the rock. When she faced him it was too dark to see. She fished for her flashlight and flicked it on. She jumped back in astonishment. Owen was a wolf.
“What is this? What are you?’ her voice quivered. “I’m confused,” she said, and scanned him with her flashlight to make sure that she was seeing correctly. “I thought you were a person…” her voice trailed off and she grew silent. Two more wolves descended from the ridge above. Giselle panicked for a second. This is not what she had been expecting.
“Giselle, it is okay,” said Owen. He was standing against a tree, and the upper half of his body was in the shape of a human. The lower half of his body was in the shape of a wolf. Giselle still couldn’t believe her eyes. Open’s eyes glowed bright yellow, and when the other wolves joined him behind the slab, Owen let out a resounding howl. “We are all here tonight,” said Owen, his eyes bright and mystifying.
“So these are all from the Alpha Diamond Pack?” Giselle took a deep breath and questioned Owen.
“Yes, Giselle. We are all here together. I want you to meet two others,” said Owen. Giselle stood quietly and watched as two more shifters circled in front of her. One was gray and the other was cinnamon colored. Giselle didn’t know if they were as trustworthy as Owen, so she kept a good distance when they pawed at her feet and sniffed her out.
“This is Oracle,” said Owen, motioning toward the gray colored wolf. “And this is Chance,” he said, pointing at he cinnamon colored wolf. Chance snarled at Giselle’s feet and then let out a howl. Owen asked him to hush up, and he obeyed. The moon cast a large pale light on Giselle and the pack members. Then Chance spun around and fled. For a second Giselle worried that Richard would come looking for her again. She looked around to see if she was still alone, and felt confident that she was.
“Giselle, Oracle and I need to preserve our lineage,” Owen aid and moved closer to her. You are of the right age and the right type for us,” Owen extended one of his hands and stroked her face. Giselle watched in amazement as both Owen and Oracle shifted back to human form. She recalled the man in the sporting goods store, talking on his phone about wolves near Silver Lake. It all made sense to her now.
Owen pulled his hand back from Giselle’s face and then admired her as she stood in the moonlight. Her long blond hair was loose at her shoulders, and her curvy body resembled a piece of art. She said nothing and both Owen and Oracle moved closer. They each stroked her face with heir hands, and Giselle felt the electric sensation once again.
Owen kissed Giselle’s neck, and she felt tingling warmth run through her spine. She knew that there was something about him that was unique, and she desired more of his touch. Owen rubbed Giselle’s shoulders, and she closed her eyes momentarily. When she opened them, Oracle put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. Owen reached for her, as well, and Giselle was soon consumed by the embrace of both men. The intense energy beamed off her body and into the atmosphere.
“Would you like any more tea before I put this away?” Carla sat tat their site, relaxing with Jasmine. Richard had already fallen asleep. Carla suggested that they get up and look for Giselle if she didn’t return in the next fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, Giselle had lost track of the time.
“Owen, this feels amazing,” said Giselle. She closed her eyes once more as Owen caressed her shoulders and memorized the shape of her hips with his mind. Oracle leaned forward and pressed his lips against Giselle’s lips. She opened up her mouth slowly and he traced the bottom of her lips with his tongue. Giselle found this an incredibly sensual experience and she desired more. Owen ran his hands along Giselle’s waist, and pulled her closer to him until he could smell the scent of her hair. Oracle stood back and watched, gaining energy for the Alpha Diamond pack in the process.
Giselle realized that at this point, Carla, Jasmine, and Richard were probably all sleeping. She didn’t feel worried about them wondering where she was, and she decided to allow herself the pleasure of being desired by two wolf shifters. She went back in her mind to the initial meeting, when they had leapt down from the ridge, and she realized what powerful creatures they were. To her, it was beginning to feel like a privilege to be in their company, and she wanted to make the moments last.
Owen ran a hand along the fleece jacket that Giselle wore. He felt the contour of her breasts and she sighed softly. Then he pulled her closely once again and eased her body to the forest floor. Giselle lied quietly as Owen gently lowered his body on top of hers. He could smell the vanilla lotion that she wore and he licked her neck softly with is tongue. Oracle lied down next to them, and played with Giselle’s hair. Then he massaged her arms and her legs with is large, masculine hands.
The moon lit up Silver Lake and the sound of coyotes could be heard off in the distance. Giselle was now entranced by the energy of the shifters. She had no drive to go back to her camp, and wondered if they had put some kind of spell over her. She was literally mesmerized by their touches, and she found herself in a highly aroused state. Oracle placed a hand on Giselle’s leg and rubbed it softly. Giselle held on to Oracle’s arm, captivated by his protective touch.
Oracle and Owen both knew that their bodies and minds would be charged for the next season by their experience with Giselle. She fit the criteria for a lineage survival encounter, and she even gave them extra energy to pass along to their pack mates that were curled up back in their cave. Owen wanted to explain everything to Giselle, but decided it would be better to simply encourage her to visit them again in the forest. It was always best for the pack to spend as much time with their female as they could, but Owen knew that Giselle wasn’t alone, and didn’t want to stir up any suspicion among her friends.
After a few more minutes of gentle kisses and caresses, Giselle told Oracle and Owen that she had to get back to her camp-site. “I want to see you both again, and I want to be a part of your lineage protection, but I have a student with me, and two of my girlfriends…”Giselle trailed off and sat up, brushing the pine needles off her jacket.
“Perhaps we can meet you one more time before you leave the forest,” Owen suggested. Oracle nodded his head and ran his hands through his dirty blond hair. Giselle admired them as she sat. She loved their physique, their mannerisms, and their energy. To her, this was going to be a memorable adventure that she could, unfortunately, never share with even her closest friends. Who would believe her?
Oracle and Owen watched Giselle walk away. She waved to them both slowly as her shadow moved under the moonlight. Oracle and Owen both shifted as Giselle grew smaller in the distance. Owen was a dark gray wolf when he shifted, and his powerful haunches allowed him to leap high upon a boulder to watch Giselle as she made her way back to her camp. Once there, she climbed into her waiting sleeping back and drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, Giselle was the first to rise. She made everyone pancakes and coffee, then cleaned up the debris left from the fire. Richard woke up next, and he got out from his sleeping bag and watched the sun emerge over the horizon line. “Wow. That is really cool,” he said to Giselle, and the two stood in silence until Jasmine popped her head out from her sleeping bag.
“You know I had the strangest dream. Giselle, I had a dream that you were lost in the forest with a bunch of wolves,” she said, rubbing her eyes.
“That’s odd,” said Giselle. Carla climbed out of her sleeping bag next. She sat up and admired the sunrise with everyone else, then made some coffee from her travel pot. Richard asked Giselle what the plan was for the day.
“If we time it right, we can be up to the lake by lunch time,” she said.
“I have never gone swimming in a lake that was this far away. Are there any scary things in it?” Richard asked. Giselle looked at him and then laughed.
“You know, Richard. You are one tough looking kid, but boy, looks are deceiving,” she said. Richard laughed, too. He knew he was sheltered when it came to outdoor life. He also knew that this trip would be remembered for years to come, and he was looking forward to telling his mom all about it.
Giselle, Carla, Jasmine, and Richard finished breakfast and packed up for the last leg of their hike. They checked the maps one last time, then headed out on the switchbacks and hiked for the next three hours, only stopping for sips of water or for photo opportunities. When they finally reached the lake, Richard stood in awe at its beauty. The entire circumference was encircled with trees, and birds sang from various tree-tops.
Once everyone was settled, they all put on swim-suits and tiptoed down to the sandy beach area. They dipped their toes in and jumped back in response to how cold it was. “That’s some real mountain water for you!” Giselle shouted. They acclimated themselves and got in as far as they could, which for Richard was up to his knees. After a few minutes of playful splashing, they all scooted back to their tents to dry off.
From her spot inside the tent, Giselle thought she could make out the shape of two wolves up high on the ridge. She squinted to get a better look, but they disappeared behind the trees. As the air grew cooler and the night started to fall, Carla and Jasmine decided to take care of the fire. Giselle and Richard played cards for a bit, and then Richard decided to go on a hike. About ten minutes into his walk, he spotted the wolves. They were sitting on top of a boulder, and he pulled out his camera to take a picture.
Before long, night was settling in the forest, and the coyotes could be heard howling off in the distance. Giselle wanted to slip away to find Oracle and Owen before it got too dark, so she put on her leggings and a sweater, and told her crew that she wanted to take a walk. Richard wanted to go with her. She couldn’t say no, but how would she be able to spend time with Owen and Oracle if Richard was by her side? She didn’t need to worry because the alphas already had a plan figured out.
They would simply wait for Giselle to return to her camp, and lull her away from her tent when everyone else had fallen asleep. Like clockwork, the sky grew dim and the campers grew weary from their long day spent outside. They all got into their sleeping bags, except for Giselle, who at up in her tent, scanning the outside with her flashlight. She heard rustling in the woods, and knew that it was them. She hurried out as quietly as she could, and met both Owen and Oracle at the grove of trees.
“We know that you’re leaving soon, and we know you can’t stay long,” said Oracle. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes and big, broad shoulders. Giselle reached for his hand, and he kissed her on the head. Owen appeared from the grove and approached Giselle with a forlorn look in his eyes.
“Giselle, we would like to spend this last bit of time with you,” he said. Giselle embraced Owen and he took a deep breath then gave her a long, powerful hug. He rubbed himself against Giselle and she closed her eyes, inviting the pleasure that rose from his warmth and his manhood. She wanted to know him better, wanted to hold him in her arms and spend the rest of her night with him, but she knew she had to get back to the tent because the others might find her missing, yet again. She wondered if she would have any kind of future with the shifters, now that her energy was imprinted on their psyches.
“We want you to think about joining us, Giselle. We have a much larger group of us beyond Silver Lake,” said Oracle. And we know that other shifters would draw their lineage energy from you with much appreciation and desire,” he continued. Giselle imagined what life would be like with the shifters, what life would be like away from the comforts of home. She wondered if she should try to stay, knowing that this was an opportunity that only special individuals were chosen to be a part of. Then she thought of Richard.
“I can’t stay,” she said. The moon was out again, and Giselle’s hair illuminated in the shadow. “I want to, but I can’t.” She looked down at the forest floor and a tear rolled to the corner of her eye. She had become attached, due to the supernatural powers that the shifters had, and due to their genuine interest in her. She tried to come up with an alternative, but knew she might never see them again. Owen and Oracle both looked at her, their eyes aglow. They were now in the process of shifting again.