Taken Into The Wolfpack Book #1 (Werewolf Erotic Romance) by Sadie Koenig

Taken Into The Wolfpack #1
    There he was.
Strong, tall, and lean. I traced my eyes over his lines, the
muscles that ran in a sharp ‘v’ directing my vision to his crotch,
the sharply defined muscles that rippled through his abdomen,
everything about him screamed ‘I’m going to fuck you’. The way he
held himself in front of me even seemed erotic.
    A loud, uncomfortable, electronic beep
unsparingly yanked me from my dream. I awoke with a start, my
fellow students beginning to file out of the classroom. These night
classes really were starting to take their toll on me. I
self-consciously glanced at my desk, checking to make sure I hadn’t
drooled all over it. It only seemed appropriate, the dream had
certainly made me wet in other places. I shifted uncomfortably in
my seat, and quickly gathered my things, in an attempt to blend in
with the rest of the crowd. I stood, and followed, perhaps too
closely behind a young blonde woman, about my height and build, and
even my hair color. Her and I began to make our way to the door
when I heard my name lash out like the crack of a whip.
    “ Kendricks!” I was certain my professors voice echoed
throughout the lecture hall.
    I froze in my tracks, and spun on my heel.
“Yes, Mr. Capioli?”
    He gave me a disapproving look underneath
his distinctly Italian eyebrows. He seemed to genuinely enjoy
torturing students, and I had unfortunately been chosen as the
lucky one this evening. “Kendricks, can you tell me anything about
this evening’s class?”
    I cringed. There was no right answer to this
question, if I tried to fake it, he would know, and if I told him I
didn’t know, he would still burst a vein. Sometimes, when he was
yelling at students, I was afraid he’d die of a stroke, or some
other stress-induced injury. I prepared myself for the worst. I
always thought honesty was the best policy anyways.
    “ Not a single thing, Mr. Capioli.” I turned my head in
preparation for a barrage of insults, that if they had ever made
their way to the school board, would likely end Mr. Capioli’s
career as a professor.
    He was oddly calm, and nearly put the fear
of God in me. “And why is that, Ms. Kendricks?”
    “ Well,” I sighed, knowing it was inevitable. This was his good
‘ol ‘what did you do wrong’ tactic. I was familiar with it, my
mother used to use it on me. “I fell asleep.”
    And that’s when he rose his voice. I
suddenly had a very clear understanding of how boot camp would
demoralize and break a person, then rebuild them throughout a
series of team-building and physical tasks, and a forced
understanding of respect and rank.
    This was like that, except without the part
where they rebuild you.
    After a few moments of being yelled at, I
turned on my heel, feeling a little sorry for myself. I left the
Albert Hall of Sciences, and stepped into a cool summer breeze. It
felt good to get out into the woods, I had always felt like out
here was my element. I lifted my legs, one at a time, and removed
my flip-flops, dropping them quickly into a separate pocket of my
backpack. Feeling the green grass between my feet, I felt my face
spread into a satisfied smile. I began the walk back home, my head
tilted back slightly looking more at the treetops and the stars
than where I was walking.
    My mind danced back to the
man in my dreams. The man of my dreams. He was tall, strong, tanned from being
outdoors. He felt almost as at home outside as I did, and boy did
he know how to have fun. He represented everything I wanted out of
the woods. Excitement, adventure, something fresh, growing, new. I
had all of the important parts of a relationship, simply with
Mother Nature instead of any silly boy, I suppose. I don’t know if
I would ever find a man that had all the qualities of my dream guy.
Most men these days were more concerned with how many girls they
had sex with, and how drunk they were last Friday. And how they
puked from the 3rd floor balcony all the way down, and it