Racing With The Blue Eyed Wolf

Wayne was super fast that Olive felt like she was chasing the wind. Did they say the cheetah was the fasted animal on land? Seriously?

She growled at him as she saw his back fading away into the distance. They had just started racing but she was already out of breath. She slowed down and began to breathe way faster than she used to. Man, what a mate! Why couldn't he just calm down?

She sat on the road there, at the edge of the woods and waited for him to come back. She wouldn't kill herself just because she wanted to race with her male.

About a minute later, she saw him tearing through the wind and towards her. Before she could blink two to three times, he was already standing in front of her, his bushy and thick tail waving in the air and his graceful body standing elegantly.

Wayne's black wolf was really beautiful and mighty looking, but could its beauty be compared to a mesmerizing all-gray wolf with blue eyes and fur so smooth it looked like silk?

“Could not keep up?” he asked in