The Morning After

Vivi

I woke slowly, my body warm and comfortable, nestled in a bed of... fur? I tried to pull up my blankets, but they seemed to resist, and a soft growl echoed near my ear. My eyes flew open, and I found myself surrounded by two massive wolves—one pure white, the other solid black.

Panic surged through me for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a strange calm as memories of the night before flooded back. The wolves in the campground, the intense connection, the... transformation. Xander and Kane. The things we did, the pleasure we shared. It was all so surreal, yet I couldn't deny the reality of it.

I studied the wolves, their forms familiar even in this wild state. The white wolf had to be Xander, his eyes a piercing blue, watching me intently. The black wolf, Kane, with his dark, almost obsidian gaze, was no less striking. I should have been terrified, but all I felt was a sense of peace, of rightness.

"Xander? Kane?" I whispered, reaching out tentatively to touch their fur. They leaned into my touch, a soft rumble in their chests that sounded almost like a purr. "Can you shift back? I need to talk to you."

Before they could respond, a distant howl echoed through the forest, sending a shiver down my spine. The wolves tensed, their ears perking up, and a sense of urgency filled the air.

Xander and Kane exchanged a glance, their expressions torn. Another howl sounded, closer this time, and they seemed to make up their minds. With a nudge of their noses against my cheek, they sprang to their feet and took off into the woods, leaving me alone in the clearing.

I sat up, wrapping my arms around myself, feeling a sudden chill. What was going on? Why did they leave so abruptly? I stood, gathering my scattered clothes and pulling them on quickly. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the forest, but the beauty of the scene did little to ease my confusion.

I made my way back to my camp, my mind racing with questions. What was I supposed to do now? Wait for them to return? Try to find them? I had no idea what the protocol was in a situation like this. Hell, I didn't even know what this situation was.

Back at my campsite, I started a fire, the familiar task helping to ground me. I put on a pot of coffee, hoping the routine would help me process everything that had happened. As the coffee brewed, I sat down on a log, staring into the flames, trying to make sense of it all.

I had just had a threesome with two men who could turn into wolves. It sounded insane, even in my own head, but I couldn't deny the truth of it. I could still feel their touch, their kisses, the way our bodies had moved together in perfect harmony. It had been the most intense, most incredible experience of my life.

But now, in the cold light of day, I was left with more questions than answers. Who were Xander and Kane, really? What did this all mean? And why did I feel so drawn to them, so connected, so... safe?

I poured myself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. I took a sip, letting the warmth spread through me, hoping it would bring some clarity. But all it did was remind me of the heat of their bodies, the taste of their skin, the sound of their voices whispering my name.

I sighed, setting the cup down. This was all so far beyond my realm of experience. I didn't know what to think, what to feel, what to do. All I knew was that I wanted to see them again. I needed to understand what this was, what we were.

And so, I waited. I waited for the sun to rise higher in the sky, for the birds to sing their morning songs, for the wolves to return. I waited for answers, for understanding, for something about what happened to make sense.