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  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

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  Chapter 1

  “No, no, no. No! Fuck!” I swore as my car pitted to a stop. Who the hell puts spikes in the middle of the road? This just tops the cake. Not only did I now have to walk around the dark forest to find my little sister, but even if I found her, we’d need to walk for miles as there was basically no chance of anyone else driving down this road. When I came home for spring break, I did not imagine it spent trying to figure out where Mary, my sister, went camping with her new boyfriend. Obviously she’d be fine since she was with Brad and I’d heard he was captain of the football team—so basically really popular and liked by everyone and probably a good kid. But since she was supposed to be home two days ago, my mom was freaking out.

  This was probably the worst spring break ever. Thinking I’d make the most of this pointless search for Mary, I’d invited Gordon to come along with me. Hoping that if we were alone… Not that it mattered, he called when I was about to go pick him up to say that he actually couldn’t make it. He had to help his parents build a deck while the weather was still nice and sunny. I mean, seriously? Who would actually choose to help their parents over potentially getting fucked. I was even prepared to blow him—the shit-eating jerk!

  “Well, Mary certainly isn’t going to find me,” I said to myself as I pulled food and drinks out of the cooler I’d brought for the road, filling my oversized tote bag with sandwiches, bottles of water, trail mix, and a small bottle of vodka. No one said I had to stop having fun just because Mary couldn’t keep it together for one weekend! Not sure what else I’d need, I grabbed my phone and the car keys and set off into the forest.

  Fortunately, I had enough daylight to look for her for at least an hour. My control-freak mom had made her send her the latitude and longitude coordinates of where she’d be in case something like this happened, so all I needed to do was use the GPS on my phone and walk towards the numbers she’d given. Starting up the direction finder, I couldn’t help but grin when I saw that it was only a fifteen minute walk from where I was. She’s really going to get it now.

  Trailing along towards her camp, I couldn’t help being happy and annoyed at the same time. Mary was great at bringing those mixed feelings out in me, like she knows how to ruin things in the best way possible. “Mary!” I yelled out hopefully. Since she’s not that far off, she might have gone for a walk.

  My call was met with silence though, except for the snapping of twigs. My hearing sense heightened at the sound, and I was really slow to turn towards it. My parents always told me I was careless and should worry more about what could happen to me, but I always laughed in response. Why should I care? This is Canada! Nothing ever happens here. Now I was starting to wish I’d listened—or at least brought the swiss army knife my dad always keeps in the glove compartment.

  Duh, that’s the number one thing you’re supposed to bring to the forest. Nicole, you’re such an idiot. And it’s spring! Everyone’s always talking about bears in the spring, where else would they be right now, dummy?

  Paranoid, but knowing that I needed to face whatever was out there, I finally gathered the courage to turn towards the sound. It was hard to tell because there was just trees for miles, you literally had to play the find-the-difference game to figure out what’s wrong. From what my blue eyes could see, though, there was nothing there; relieved, I let out a shaky laugh. “Obviously, bears would make more noise than that, Nicole.”

  I carried on walking towards the camp and picked up my pace—especially since my phone apparently only had a few hours’ worth of battery left, and I needed that for the ride home. The camp shouldn’t be much further now, but I couldn’t see any tents yet, which was weird. I figured I’d at least see the peak of the tent or campfire or something. Something moved in my peripheral vision and I snapped my head back to the side, but whatever it was moved too fast. What the fuck. I half-jogged half-ran the rest of the way to the where Mary’s camp should be and stopped dead in my tracks.

  It was all trashed. Her tent was torn to pieces, food was littered everywhere in opened and closed packets, her clothes strewn on the floor. And not a single sign of Mary or her boyfriend.

  Chapter 2

  I ripped through all of her belongings, tossing her clothes this way and that, trying to find a note, a clue, anything.

  “Mary!” I screamed this time, and kept screeching her name several more times.

  The panic and worry and grief was so overwhelming, it almost felt as if I’d throw up. Crumpling to the floor, fat tears welled up and spilled as I wept for my sister.

  “Mary, you idiot. Why’d you have to come camping?” I wailed. Through sniffles and blurry eyes, I looked around me, trying to make sense of the scenario. She clearly hadn’t been here for days: all of her belongings were covered with dirt and leaves that must have been carried over to it by the wind. There was a piece of grilled steak just lying there on the floor with flies buzzing around it, almost completely devoured by insects.

  Not knowing what else to do, I knew it was time to call my mom and tell her. Wiping away the tears and trying to steady my breath, I dried my mascara-and-tear-smeared hands on my denim skirt before pulling out my phone.

  “Okay, here we go.”

  As I began to dial in her number, another frustrated cry built up inside of me as I noticed there were no bars. Of course there’s no service here. If there was, Mary probably wouldn’t be missing right now.

  The sun was beginning to set, and there wasn’t a whole lot to be done. I didn’t even know which direction to start looking for her, and while I wanted to be brave and go hunt her down with my dying phone and meager food portions, I knew I’d be in no better place than she must be right now. In my mind, it was settled: I’d walk to the nearest town and ask for help finding her and call my parents from there, too. For now, the least I could do for my little sister was gather as much of her belongings as possible—or at least the clothes that weren’t completely tattered. I knew she would have brought her favorite outfits with her this weekend to impress her new jock boyfriend, and if it were me, I’d be pissed if not only was I kidnapped or whatever, but also had to spend my next paycheck restocking my favorite items of clothing.

  As speedily as I could, my eyes scoured the ground, looking for any of her clothes that were salvageable. One after another, I tossed tops and skirts and shorts into my tote bag, appreciative of the fact that she packed light clothes that wouldn’t take too much space. I caught sight of the long, wool cardigan I’d bought her for Christmas—she must have brought it for the chilly nights. I grabbed it and hugged it to me, taking another moment to be sad for my sister.

  There was a different sort of panic building inside of me now: a frenzied kind. It was almost as if my heart was telling me that if I didn’t get out of here now then something would happen to me. My brain agreed, and as I looked up at the sky that was turning into a deeper purple, I knew I had to be on my way. I glanced around their campsite once more and s
natched a flashlight that was hidden under some dried leaves and chocolate wrappers.

  As I flicked it on, it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t seen a single item of clothing that belonged to Mary’s boyfriend. Everything strewn on the floor was my sister’s. It made no sense, unless he had something to do with her disappearance. Anger welled up inside me at the same time as a thousand questions tried to rush my mind at once about who my sister’s new boyfriend was, why he’d taken my sister, or, at the very least, why he had seemingly gotten out of this without a trace and hadn’t notified my family or the police. Oh, Mary. You’re even worse than I am with your choice of men, I thought with a sigh.

  Then there it was again. The snapping of the twigs and the bristling of the leaves. This time, I was more prepared for it than the previous two times, and I swung my flashlight around to face whatever had been following me. It was all I could do to not scream when I realized that I was standing face-to-face with a wolf. A large, snarling wolf.

  Chapter 3

  He was a huge one, with thick, dark gray fur and at least 100 lbs of pure muscle. And he was growling at me, his teeth bared in an almost twisted grin, like he was enjoying the beads of sweat building upon my forehead from fear.

  I had no idea what to do. I never paid attention when my parents taught me about caring for myself in the wild all the times we’d gone camping, because I assumed there would always be my dad or someone else there to protect me, or else it just wouldn’t happen. Now I was kicking myself once again. Am I supposed to run in a zig-zag or pretend I’m dead? I had no idea, so I trusted my body’s instincts and started backing away slowly, careful to not look away from the wolf. Not that it’d matter. If he wanted to kill me, I’d already be dead. Though I could run, outrunning a wild dog just wasn’t in my DNA. Really, running wasn’t in my DNA, period.

  Taking the babiest of baby steps back, I darted my eyes towards the ground to see if there’s a stick or weapon of some sort I could use to protect myself, though I didn’t see anything. I took another step back as the wolf snarled threateningly.

  That’s it. This is it. I’m going to die.

  It was almost comical, that of all ways to die, it’d be because my sister simply couldn’t wait to go camping with her shitty boyfriend. This is all your fault, Mary. Suddenly, I was furious. Was this really the way I’d go? After all I’d been through, after my entire university education, after keeping myself alive this long? It would all be due to some stupid wild animal? I wasn’t going to have any of that. If the wolf wanted me, he could have me—but not without a struggle.

  Turning on my heel, I began to run. Somewhere deep in my mind, a memory kept poking its head out, telling me that most wolves can’t climb trees. Coincidentally, I could. Sort of.

  I lunged for the nearest tree, quickly assessed my path up it, and grabbed onto a thick branch just as the wolf bit onto my boot. Shrieking furiously, I tried to kick at its face with my free boot while clinging onto my last hope desperately. My kicks were to no avail, and as if it was out of nowhere, another wolf leapt out from the shadows and grabbed my other boot.

  My arms were straining to keep me up, my nails digging into the branches, my body stretched between the trees and the wolves. I’d lost my flashlight at this point, but I could see the light pointing at a slanted angle upwards. That’s when I realized that it wasn’t just the two wolves—there must have been at least six or seven of them. The others were just watching, waiting for these two to drag me down from the tree. I could see their creepy eyes gleaming up at me from below.

  Another idea struck me, and I immediately started trying to wiggle my feet out of my boots. I clenched my toes and, with all my might, tried to do a chin-up and use the wolves’ help to separate myself from my boots. Sadly, my upper-body strength isn’t worth shit, and, if anything, it just made me weaker.

  I could feel my fingers slowly lose their strength. They’d held on for so long that they were beginning to lose sensation; I think if I’d even tried to use a pen to write something at that moment, I’d have no luck because my fingers wouldn’t function. As my grip loosened, eventually my fingertips were the only things holding onto the branch. One last time, I tried to hurl my body up, but this effort completely depleted my strength, causing me to collapse.

  The fall from the tree wasn’t far, and the wolves pounced back, presumably so I wouldn’t fall on them. At the same time, the other wolves approached, surrounding me so I had no chance of escaping. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could--watching the wolves attack me would surely feel more real than feeling it. Somehow, I knew that if I couldn’t see it, then it wouldn’t hurt as bad.

  They spent no time diving onto me. It felt as if every inch of me was covered by wolf, including my eyes, which had fur covering it. Suddenly, my arms and legs felt weighted down, too, as if they’d tied me down to something or had selected four wolves to sit on either one of my limbs. I wasn’t sure what to think, because I couldn’t see and had no idea what was happening. Surely, they weren’t eating me, were they?

  That’s when I sensed what felt like hands roaming over my body. Rough fingers groped my breasts, rubbed my nipples outside of my shirt. Another hand reached up my skirt, feeling the length of the insides of my thighs before slipping my panties off. Larger, meatier hands roamed over my curves, over the lumps of my breasts and my curvy hips, then under, pinching the meat of my ass, holding a full cheek in a palm.

  Hot breath and mouths covered every inch of me, lapping up my skin, my erect nipples, my clit, which was now throbbing in confusion and fear and pleasure. I arched my back and tried to spread my legs further to feel more of the tongue, but it was of no use as I was still being held down. Then I felt my white top being torn off just as—was that my imagination?—I heard pants unzip, fabric falling to the ground.

  What the fuck is happening? It seemed crazy to think I was about to get fucked by wolves. Did I just imagine them? Were they people in costumes? That would explain a lot. I didn’t know what to think. What I knew was that the mouth slurping my right breast and sucking and licking my clit felt amazing and a part of me ached to find out what the man with his pants off had in store for me.

  You’re crazy, Nicole. You shouldn’t be enjoying this. Maybe I was, but you can’t argue with pleasure—and this was definitely pleasurable over what I thought was going to happen to me. The stark contrast to what I was expecting is why it’s so enjoyable, I convinced myself.

  All my thoughts vanished when I heard the roar. Almost simultaneously, the grip on my arms and legs loosened and my eyes could breathe again. I opened them and looked around as fast as I could, but my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet. Diving for the flashlight, I tried to point it in the direction of where the wolf-men had gone to see who had just fondled me as well as to see what that howl had come from.

  Shaking my head a few times, I kept staring off to the distance, trying to make sense of the shapes.

  Either my mind was playing tricks on me or the trauma had made me delusional, because the wolves were running away—with legs. And hands. And human heads. From what I could see, only their backs were still wolfy; though as they disappeared off to the distance, they gradually grew closer to the floor, eventually running on all fours again, fully wolf.

  Seriously. What. The. Fuck. My disbelief had caused me to cower up against the tree, my knees hugged to my chest, my ripped top flapping in the wind. I shivered at what had just happened, not knowing whether I should be scared or turned on. Suddenly realizing that the whole ordeal was forced to a stop, my eyes quickly searched the campgrounds to see if there was any sign of roaring beasts.

  There was nothing in the vicinity, but as my eyes squinted to see off in the distance, I knew what it was. The bear must have woken up from hibernation, just in time to stop my impending gangbang.

  Chapter 4

  Several minutes must have passed as my eyes glazed over, watching the bear disappear into the distance. Pulling myself together, disappointme
nt washed over me when I saw that the flashlight’s beam was starting to flicker. As if in turbo-mode, I pulled out my phone, almost letting out a sob when finally seeing the flashing, single red bar. I knew I had to get a move on back to my car, back to the road, otherwise I’d have to sleep here in the ruins of my sister’s tent. Plus, the wolves could come back for me, and there was no way of knowing whether or not the bear would come and scare them off again. As enticed and excited I was the first time around, I wasn’t sure if I was more excited in the heat of the moment, if I actually enjoyed it, or if I was just delighted that I was just being pleasured instead of hurt.

  Slinging my tote bag over my shoulder once more, I turned off my phone to preserve the battery and started walking aimlessly for what seemed like ages, certain that this was the direction my car was in. If nothing else, at least I’d be on the side of the road where other cars passing by could see me.

  It had certainly been at least a ten minute walk, and there was no sign of a road or streetlights or anything. Every sound struck terror inside me, filling me with paranoia that I was being followed again. I jumped at the hooting of the owls and even when I stepped on twigs, causing disturbance in the silence of the wild.

  There’s no point continuing down in this direction, Nicole. It’s clearly the wrong way. So, I headed back in the direction of the camp—or what I thought was the direction of the camp. Admittedly, I probably hadn’t walked in a straight line in the direction I had left in initially. But I knew that if I kept walking down that way, I’d reach nothing. Maybe more wolves. If you’re lucky. I froze. I don’t know whose voice that was or where it came from, it sounded like it came from inside of my own head. Like a thought. But it was my thought—just in a man’s voice.

  Shaking my head at my own naivety, I sped up, swinging my arms at my sides in an attempt to gain momentum. You’re paranoid, Nicole.