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  “Please, I don’t have any money. My purse was stolen. Can you please call me a cab?” I begged.

  The man shrugged and pulled a cellphone out of his pocket.

  “What’s da numba?” he asked in a thick accent.

  “I don’t know. Any cab, any cab company. I don’t care. You have a phonebook don’t you?”

  The man looked completely exasperated with me and I wasn’t sure why. It’s not like he had anything else to do at this hour. Reluctantly, he pulled out the phone book and flipped it open, trying the first number he could find.

  I watched as the phone rang several times on the other end, finally the man spoke into the phone, and just as soon as the call began, it ended.

  “No cabs out here. Cabs won’t come out dis far. Not worth da money.”

  “Are you serious? Try another one,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself.

  I was starting to get colder now. The man tried another number and shook his head.

  “No cabs,” he said again.

  I asked him to try another, but he refused.

  “Well, call the police then,” I said, frustrated and desperate.

  The man scowled at me.

  “No police,” he said, and shut the slot closed on me. I guess it was just that type of neighborhood.

  I pleaded with him through the glass, gesturing wildly, trying to get him to help me, but he shook his head negative. Tears were welling up in my eyes at this point. Was I bound to spend my night in the streets? I would have started walking, but without my phone I had no idea what direction to head in. For all I knew I would be walking into an even shadier part of the city.

  I looked at the clock in the convenience store before I left. It was past 3:00 AM.

  ***

  Without many other options, I decided to head back to the train station. The train should be running again by around 4:30 AM. I had almost an hour and half to get through, but at least I knew that was a valid way of getting home. Fortunately, I still had my apartment keys. That was the one saving grace.

  I walked up into the train station and for the first time I noticed all the signs posted throughout: a flyer indicating a service disruption over the weekend. Trains are running on a delayed schedule. The first train out would be at 5:45 AM. Dammit. I pounded my fists against the wall of the station as tears streamed down my face. Utter desperation, complete helplessness. Why was this happening to me? Why tonight? Hadn’t I been through enough?

  I was jarred out of my self-pity by the sound of heavy footsteps. I saw three persons come into the station at the far entrance. They began walking towards me. I didn’t know whether to stand still or run. Running might provoke them to chase after me and I didn’t want to go back down into those streets. So I stayed, holding my ground and pretending not to notice them.

  When the men got closer, I kept my eyes trained on the ground, hoping that they would just walk by and carry on their way. But I could see their shadows darkening the ground by my feet. I looked up hesitantly, saying a silent prayer for protection.

  “What do we have here?” said the apparent leader of the group. “Looks like someone’s lost her way.”

  “She not from around dis area. That’s fo sho.”

  “Where you from, girl?” asked the first man.

  “Park Slope.”

  “Aww man, you a long way from home. Don’t you know not to come out to this neighborhood? It’s not a good place for people who ain’t from here,” he said, leaning closer, a note of threat entering his voice.

  “I fell asleep on the train,” I said, my lips trembling.

  For some reason I felt the need to explain myself.

  “Big mistake,” said the leader, drawing closer to me and touching a lock of my hair with his finger, before running his hand down my cheek. “You sure are a pretty girl. A little fat, maybe.”

  I shivered. The others laughed as a sinister smile crossed his face. I flinched at his touch, but stayed silent, too scared to say anything, afraid of what I might provoke in these men.

  “Baby, there’s no need to be scared. We not gonna hurt a pretty girl like you. Come on, how about you let us give you a ride home?”

  “I’ll wait for the train,” I said. “Thanks.”

  “Train ain’t coming,” said the leader. “You don’t want to offend me by turning down my offer to help you, do you?”

  “I really appreciate it, but I’m gonna wait. Thanks, really, but I’m fine here,” I said, my voice shaky and small.

  “You sure about that? I wouldn’t be so sure if I was you. This is a bad neighborhood, I don’t know what might happen to you if you don’t come with us.”

  It was a veiled threat. If I didn’t go with them, something bad would happen to me. But it looked like something bad would happen either way. The two other men took me by the arms as their apparent leader walked out in front, scouting the way.

  Suddenly, I had that feeling again like I was being watched. It’s strange, but given the circumstances, it didn’t bother me. It was almost like comfort, a familiarity that provided a calmness.

  “What da fuck was that?” said one of the men at my side.

  “What?” said their leader angrily, turning around to face us.

  “Did you see that thing?” asked the man on my left. “Like, I don’t know what it was.”

  “Some kind of dog or something,” said the man on my right. “Real big. Huge dog, like a Rottweiler.”

  “You crazy. That thing wasn’t no Rottweiler. Way bigger than that.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” said their leader, grabbing one of the men by the collar of his jacket.

  “Man, we’re telling you we saw something at the end of the station.”

  “Well, where is it?” asked the leader. “I don’t see anything.”

  “It ran into the train,” said the man on my right.

  “Let’s turn around and go out the other way.”

  “No, that’s bullshit. Don’t be a pussy,” said the leader, turning around to walk in the direction we’d been heading.

  “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” said the man on my left.

  “Shut the fuck up and follow me.”

  We walked forward, the two men holding my arms tightly, not allowing me any space to maneuver. I felt a strange mixture of fear and anticipation – and those eyes still watching me. Behind it all there was an odd sort of serenity. I was afraid for my life, but somehow felt protected.

  We came closer to the car and the leader ordered the two men at my side to let go of me.

  “Go check what’s in the car,” he said, pulling a knife out from his pocket. “I’ll watch the girl.”

  “Man, I ain’t doing that. I’m not fucking with a dog that big.”

  “Fine, be a bitch about it. I’ll go gut it myself.”

  He walked into the train, looking both ways quickly, trying to get his bearings in case there really was something inside.

  “There’s nothing in here,” he said, turning around to walk back out of the car. “You’re paranoid. Now let’s take this bitch back to the spot.”

  The two men took hold of my sides and then stopped. They both watched in fear as a dark shadow started gathering behind their leader. He closed the knife and put it back in his pocket, looking up at us in a pissed of manner.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Bring her down,” he said.

  We watched as a form took shape behind him and two glowing blue eyes pierced through the darkness. The two men were frozen to the spot, unable to say a word of warning to their leader. With one slash of a gigantic paw, the man was smashed, launched into the air in a screaming tumble. His body flew twenty feet into the concrete wall of the station.

  The two men at my side drew knives and ran to help their leader. Suddenly, I was free to escape. But escape to where? As I ran, I heard horrific screams behind me, the sound of men groaning in tremendous pain. I turned back at the far end of the station to see a gigantic
wolf knock one of the men onto the rails of the subway. At the exit to the station, I hid behind a column, watching as the leader got up from the ground and charged at the terrifying beast. He was laid to waste just as quickly as the others.

  The wolf looked up. Even from the far end of the station it seemed to be staring directly into my eyes. The feeling of being watched magnified, intensified beyond the vague unease of before. I felt trapped by the gaze.

  As the animal began to run towards me, I turned to run, but tripped and fell. I struggled to get up as it neared, but even as I began running again I knew it was too late. I felt its hot breath behind me, heard it growl as it opened its mouth. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw saliva dripping from its fangs.

  Then I blacked out.

  ***

  “You were in some trouble back there.”

  I opened my eyes, finding myself in a dark room. I heard a sound like something dripping and had a vague sense that I was underground, but the bed I lay on was soft and warm. I couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from as I sat up, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the nearly complete blackness that surrounded me.

  “Aren’t you going to thank me?” said the voice again, just barely above a whisper.

  As I heard it, I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I jumped out of the bed, looking anywhere for an exit.

  “You can’t run. It’s useless,” said the voice.

  A light flickered as a match was lit and touched to a candle that rested at the bedside. It was just enough light to see a man, sitting up in bed beside me. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties with a sharp, angular face, handsome, and yet rough. His body stretched a tight black t-shirt that showed off his robust chest and pulsing arms, powerful, but not too bulky.

  I saw his eyes, unmistakably the blue ones of before, but they’d lost their supernatural glow.

  “Why don’t you lay back down? You need rest.”

  “I want to go,” I said, my voice trembling. “Please, let me go.”

  “You know I can’t do that.”

  “Why? Why can’t you let me go? Please, please just let me go. Don’t hurt me, oh…”

  “I’m not going to hurt you. You’re too important for that. I can’t let you go because it’s too dangerous out there for you. Do you even want to go?”

  “Yes, yes I do,” I said emphatically. “I’m one hundred percent certain of that.”

  “Isn’t there something else you want?” he said, getting up from the bed and coming around behind me.

  He hovered a few inches away from my body, but it was as if he was magnetic. I could feel him, his power, his lure. I was shaking, scared of him – but there was another feeling that began to build inside me, too vague to discern at this nascent stage.

  Now he ran his hand down my arm and I felt electricity, pure and white shooting through my body. He exhaled again on the back of my neck.

  “Alexis, what do you really want?”

  “H-h-how do you know my name?” I trembled.

  “You’re a smart girl. You know I’ve been watching you. Well, you didn’t know it was me, per se. But you knew someone was watching. I pick up on things,” he said, his whispery growl of a voice making the hairs on the back of my neck stand and sending chills down my spine.

  “Who are you?” I asked, my voice breaking into a soft cry.

  “My name is Kieran.”

  “Why are you watching me?”

  “Because you’re just so damn interesting,” he said, breaking into a cynical laugh.

  My body tensed as I waited. Waited for what? I was trapped, bound to his desires. There was nothing I could do to escape. Even now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark, I could see no exit through which to run. He would do with me whatever he wanted. I didn’t respond to him, staying quiet, making myself small, hoping I’d wake up from this terrible nightmare.

  But it was no nightmare; this was real life. He spoke again, spinning me around to face him.

  “I was watching you because I needed to do my research. I needed to find out who you are, what makes you tick. Find out your strengths and weaknesses, determine your suitability.”

  “My suitability?”

  “Yes.”

  “Suitability for what?”

  “For mating.”

  My body tensed again and I felt his fingers drift over my hips, his hand running down my thigh, then coming back up. I waited for him to touch my pussy. But he stopped.

  “You’ve got it all. You’re healthy, smart, thick with curves, wide hips for bearing my young, gorgeous breasts to feed them with. But most of all, you turn me on. Your scent lingers wherever you go, but this is the first time I’ve tasted you so closely. I don’t think I can contain myself much longer.”

  His voice was calm, in contrast with the boundless passion that he spoke of. I looked up at his face, a handsome face. The eyes were striking, they penetrated my very soul. I felt that he truly did know me. I felt a wetness growing between my legs, but I tried to fight it. It was wrong to feel this way for him. What kind of creature was he? What kind of person would do this?

  “You know, I never intended for us to meet like this. My approach was supposed to be slow, calculated. I would earn your trust before you found out about my dark side, my wolf nature. But those gangsters forced my hand. I had to emerge from the shadows to protect you. And once I took in your scent up close, I just couldn’t let you go.”

  “I’m scared of your dark side,” I said softly, still crying.

  “I am, too, sometimes. But you’re safe with me.”

  “How can I know that?”

  “You can’t. You just have to trust me. I saved you. Isn’t that gesture enough to let your guard down just a bit?”

  “I don’t trust people anymore.”

  “Why?”

  “I’ve been hurt too many times.”

  Kieran laughed.

  “By that guy back at the bar? He’s a pathetic excuse for a man. You deserve better.”

  He touched my cheek, but this time I didn’t flinch. His eyes locked with mine and suddenly I didn’t feel like escaping anymore.

  “Do you still want to run?” he asked me.

  It was as if he could read my thoughts. I shook my head, shy, looking away from his eyes and down at my feet.

  “Well, what do you want?” he asked smoothly, but a hint of a growl still in his voice. “Do you want this?”

  His fingers lingered at my pussy for a brief second, his hand lifting the bottom of my dress. I didn’t say yes. But I also didn’t say no. Why was he having this effect on me? Here was a man who’d taken me against my will. Admittedly, yes, he’d saved my life. But now he was holding me hostage. Was he holding me hostage? I didn’t want to run anymore, so I guess I was free to go. So why was I staying? Why were my feet impossible to move? Why did I feel this incessant lure that made me gravitate towards him?

  “You need to tell me what you want,” said Kieran. “That way I can give it to you.”

  “I want you to…” I said softly, my voice trailing off, disappearing in the darkness that surrounded us.

  “I can’t hear you. What is it you want?” he asked, leaning closer, his breath on my face. I caught a brief taste of his scent, something about it was undeniably attractive, causing desire to swell inside me.

  My pussy was dripping wet now. There was no fighting it anymore, no denying it. Why did I feel so powerless against him? How was it possible for him to have this effect on me?

  “I want your cock inside me.”

  As soon as I’d said it, my hand shot up to cover my mouth as if I hadn’t meant to say it. It was almost like someone else was speaking through me, giving a voice to the hidden desires of my body. Was I giving in to my urges? I’d already spoken, it was too late to back out now. I was inevitably drawn towards him and the affirmative yes was all Kieran needed to commence his lustful advances.

  He pulled me in close to him, wrapping his muscular arms
around me, pressing the warmth of his athletic body into mine. It felt good to have his arms around me, holding me close. All the horrors of earlier in the night melted away as I closed my eyes and embraced the spontaneity of the moment. I now stood with Kieran, more vulnerable than ever, but knowing, against all odds, that I was safest in his arms.

  Kieran moved his hand slowly down my back, running it over my voluptuous ass and giving it a sensual squeeze. I felt energized having his hands on me like this. I could feel all of the tension, all of my fears, misgivings and hesitations disappear as desire burned from deep within my body. He pulled me in closer and kissed me deeply, our mouths hot and wet as they pressed together in a moment of pure lustful passion. Tongues flitting in an out, playing in each other’s mouths, passionate and free. I felt uninhibited and instinctual, my motions governed by pure desire. Kieran could do whatever he wanted with me.

  He eased the straps of my dress down over my shoulders, unhooking my bra from behind, exposing my large supple breasts. He cupped them in his hands, moving his head down to lap at my nipples with his tongue, teasing me as they grew hard with the wet stimulation of his movements. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with every subtlety of his tongue, his licking motions working magically with extreme precision; everything he did made me want his cock inside me more completely. He knew this, drawing out the act, increasing the tension, bringing me to the height of desire before allowing my most animal urges to be fulfilled.

  My dress fell to the floor and I moved a hand down to my waist, sneaking a hand into my panties to touch myself. I reached a tentative finger inside and felt myself, soaking wet with anticipation. Kieran moved his head up from my chest, coming in for another hot kiss. In one smooth motion he picked me up in his big arms, bringing me back to the bed I’d just awoken on and laying me down in the comfort of those soft sheets.

  Kieran leaned in and kissed me again deeply, hovering over me as I lay on my back on the bed. He looped his fingers under my panties and slid them down off of my lustful waiting body, leaving me completely naked before him.