She smiles, as much as a wolf can smile, and looks around at the pack. I’m a wolf, I’m a woman? Francois called it loup garou, werewolf, I’m a werwolf, no I’m a vampire, that can’t be, I’m a woman.Her thoughts are confused, jumping from rational thinking to canine instinct and back again. I’m not a Lady I’m a Wolf. One of the pups nips her hindquarters, she snaps at him and they play fight, chasing each other. She recognizes him. More confusion, I’m not a pup, I’m twenty one, how can I be a pup.
I’m not a Lady I’m a Wolf shirt
The she-wolf pup walks to a pond and gazes at her reflection. The bright moonlight let’s her clearly see the European gray wolf face looking back at her. At least six months. The wolf face morphs into a young woman’s, hazel eyes, reddish brown hair and full lips. I’m not a Lady I’m a Wolf. The reflection changes again. Mocha colored skin, dark brown eyes, long black curly hair, proud chin. As she tries to get control of her thoughts the image changes again. Sandy blond hair, blue eyes, voluptuous lips and pale skin. The wolf pup continues to stare at the face reflected in the pond. The eyes turn to a burning red light. The upper canines grow longer, sharper. I am a vampire! She yelps and jumps away from the pond. She shivers. Cautiously she approaches the water and guardedly looks in. A young wolf looks back. Before another thought forms Jacob leaps onto her, sending them both crashing into the pond.