The Wolf's Unlikely Mate

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he Dark Romanticism style. I'm sure they were worth money, and each image was framed in an elaborate, gold, ornamental frame. I pa

red off the others earlier. Did you see t

ly. I noticed he avoided eye contact as if the tal

humans like the plague usually," I said, glancing at the painting. I turned to him and watched him fo

y like wolves?"

smiling, "you

ayford, and the wolves that come to my sanctuary are usually

ade me feel so strange. It was the combination of wanting to push him on the bed and make love to him mixed with the urge to curl up in a fetal position in his arms and never leave. I couldn't tell wh

e on my way home. I wondered if he would still give me a ride home on the quad. As I walked into

back to your sanctuary. You never k

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ate for emergencies. As we pulled up to the back gate, I scanned the metal fence for abnormalities. I was used to doing that since animal and public safet

and a backroad to the sanctuary, no more than half an hour. He lived closer than I thought, but considering he had dodged through the u

e back gate from inside the sanctuary. It had to be my mom since no one else w

y,

if she was joking her not. I noticed she was in her "work" clothes, the classic cargo shorts

What a gentleman. I noticed a slight change in his voi

at me, "nice to meet you. I di

ided to save the near-death experience for another time. It

I have some bad news. I noticed earlier we have a hole in the f

time any animals had escaped th

w m

ou

both looked at Oliver. It was somewhat of a strange question

trange, really. The h

manmade?

e security footage, and it's so strange. The hole appeared out of nowhere. Maybe the camera gl

and rubbing her back with reassurance, "while they don't have tracking

tracking devices on their c

rdy." Our fences were put in by a company that specialized in fence installation. They had been recommended to us by one of the wildlife management specialists who had helped us build the sanc

tric still o

hole was taken care of, but the wolves still found it and got out. They must have squeezed their way

Oliver said observation

ding. "It's thirteen feet high to

wolves can jump a

oking at Oliver perplexed,

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s crypto work, but he remained silent. My mom was si

I have never seen you bef

d here a few

live i

me a ride on his quad, and I'm glad he did. Oliver," I said, turning to him, "thanks for the rid

iling, "do you have a phone

nty-six. I'm sure my mom wanted me to date. We exchanged phone numbers while my mom stood there awkwardly. I wa

operty towards town on his quad,

Rory. I don