{"id":1666,"date":"2019-04-27T12:19:42","date_gmt":"2019-04-27T12:19:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.juicysecrets.club\/ebo\/?page_id=1666"},"modified":"2019-04-27T19:45:21","modified_gmt":"2019-04-27T19:45:21","slug":"the-wolf","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.juicysecrets.club\/ebo\/something-different\/the-wolf\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wolf"},"content":{"rendered":"

NO SEX! A story about a girl who has a magical experience in the woods behind her house.<\/span><\/p>\n

Finley loved the woods behind her house. The pines and spruces, the oaks and maples, the scattering of edible berry bushes, the bubbling brook that cut across one corner of their property all seemed magical to her, right out of a fairy-tale.<\/p>\n

It was the only place she felt completely at ease, didn\u2019t have to pretend to smile to hide her pain.<\/p>\n

She was following a worn deer path, enjoying the sun on her face where it found its way through the canopy of trees. The smile on her face wasn\u2019t forced as she capered along. Being in the woods always brought a smile to her face, a real one.<\/p>\n

A whimpering in the brush to her left caught her attention, and she came to a halt. Holding her breath, she listened intently. It didn’t come, again, and she thought she might have imagined it. She was about to continue on her way when she heard it again.<\/p>\n

Frowning, she thought it sounded like a hurt animal.<\/p>\n

Carefully, she pushed through the brush, making sure to make enough noise not to startle the beast if she suddenly appeared. She figured it would have bolted by the time she struggled through the underbrush, scared off by her thrashing.<\/p>\n

She was wrong, though. As she came through the tangle, she saw a wolf looking at her with beautiful blue eyes. She gasped at the sight, froze in fear. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and she felt hot with adrenaline.<\/p>\n

Those stunning eyes beseeched her, and she couldn\u2019t look away. She was mesmerized, bewitched by their beauty. Only when the beast looked at its leg stretched out awkwardly behind it could she blink. She followed its gaze and saw its paw caught in a hunter\u2019s snare. With her watching, it tried to free itself, yelping in pain as the wire cut into its already sore leg. It gave up and looked at her beseechingly, again.<\/p>\n

Something in the way the wolf looked at her, something in its eyes sent a chill up her spine. There was an intelligence in its eyes, an awareness uncharacteristic of a wild animal. She knew wolves were intelligent creatures, but this seemed\u2026 Special.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve gotten yourself caught, haven\u2019t you, Pup?\u201d she said, soothingly.<\/p>\n

She gasped when the wolf nodded. Taking a step back, she sat down hard when she tripped over a rock. From this new perspective, she regarded the wolf in amazement. Surely the wolf hadn\u2019t understood her, had to just made a gesture that seemed like it did.<\/p>\n

Still, she asked, \u201cCan you understand me? Nod just twice if you can.\u201d<\/p>\n

She swore the wolf grinned at her, then nodded its noble head once, then twice. It fixed her with its beautiful eyes, waited to see if she had any more tasks for it. It yawned when she seemed satisfied, bored with the game.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou really can understand me,\u201d she said, her heart racing but not with fear anymore, \u201cthat is so cool!\u201d<\/p>\n

The wolf looked pointedly at its snared foot, again, then back at her. Its message couldn\u2019t have been clearer than if it had spoken out loud. She laughed excitedly. This was almost too good to be true- a super intelligent wolf for her storybook forest.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I help you,\u201d she said, tilting her head to one side questioningly, \u201cdo you promise to behave? No biting. If you understand, bark once.\u201d<\/p>\n

The wolf barked once, then looked at her with those lovely eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou understand that helping you is a bad idea for me, right? I\u2019d be putting my neck out. So I need to be sure you will behave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Finley hadn\u2019t known a wolf could look frustrated, but this one did. She had to grin as it tried to think of a way to ease her mind. It was enough to assuage her fear, and she held up her hand to stop it from looking around. It stopped, regarded her expectantly. She grinned at it and it visibly relaxed, seemed to smile back at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to help you,\u201d she said, easing forward, \u201cit might hurt a little until I get the wire off. Please don\u2019t think I\u2019m doing it on purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n

It nodded, whimpered.<\/p>\n

She produced the pocket knife her father had given her. She smiled at it, her most treasured possession. Her father had had a sheepish grin on his face when he gave it to her, said it was more a gift for a boy, but since she spent so much time in the woods, she should have it.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d hugged him so tight that he said she was cracking his ribs.<\/p>\n

It had a bunch of different blades, including one with teeth like a saw. She found the branch the snare was attached to, began sawing it. The wolf was watching her with interest, not at all spooked by the sound. It seemed to understand what she was doing. She didn\u2019t have any trouble believing that it did.<\/p>\n

Sawing through the thick branch with the knife took some work, and her shoulder was burning before she was even halfway through. Still, the wolf\u2019s whimpering kept her sawing, and eventually, the branch hung low, then splintered at the cut. She managed to twist it free, and it fell to the forest floor.<\/p>\n

She was afraid the wolf would bolt now that it was mostly free, drag the limb behind it sadly, but it didn\u2019t move. Taking a deep breath, she followed the wire right up to its rear leg. She met the wolf\u2019s eyes, and it nodded slightly. Grinning, she realized it had given her permission.<\/p>\n

It was such a magical moment that it buoyed her spirits higher than they had been in a long time.<\/p>\n

Her touch was as tender as possible as she worked on the snare where it had dug into the flesh of the wolf\u2019s leg. Still, it yelped, and she cringed in anticipation of the snapping teeth. The bite never came. Even in pain, it was a well-behaved wolf.<\/p>\n

She managed to slip the wire trap from its paw, wincing at the bloody mess it had made. The poor thing must be in agony.<\/p>\n

Free, it didn\u2019t run away. Turning, it regarded Finley with those bright, intelligent blue eyes. Finley didn\u2019t feel threatened, which was the natural reaction to being eye to eye with a wolf. It slinked closer, closer still. Still, she sensed it wasn\u2019t going to attack her. After all, she had its word. Then it nuzzled her neck, licked her cheek. Giggling, she put her arms around its neck like it was a family pet. It submitted to her stroking, making this little chuffing sound of enjoyment at the attention she was giving it. Finally, it pulled back, grinning at her. She was sure it was grinning this time.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are such a silly wolf,\u201d she said, returning the grin.<\/p>\n

\u201cSuch beautiful eyes. You are lovely,\u201d she said. Her smile slipped a little when she said, \u201cI wish I were as pretty as you. I used to be, but that was a long time, ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

The wolf looked at her with what appeared to be sadness and tears stung her eyes. Before her vision could blur, she saw the scars on her face and neck reflected in its bottomless eyes, could still feel the greedy lick of the fire that had given them to her.<\/p>\n

She had escaped the house but not the heavy burden of her ruined face. Some of the more mean-spirited kids would make fun of her at school, but that was okay. It was the sympathy and pity on the face of strangers that hurt the most. That kindness tore her up inside.<\/p>\n

Again, the wolf nuzzled her neck, licked her face. Wiping her tears, she smiled at the wolf, \u201cI\u2019m okay. I get sad sometimes, is all.\u201d<\/p>\n

The wolf threw its head back and let out a mournful howl that seemed to echo the sadness in her heart. Then with one more look in her eyes, it turned and limped away. She watched it go, thought it looked majestic even with its uneven gait. It was such a proud, beautiful creature.<\/p>\n

Again, she wished she could be just like it.<\/p>\n

*****<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a package.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d Finley asked, her eyes widening at the box sitting on the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you silly,\u201d her mother said, smiling at her, \u201copen it, so we can see what you got.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2019s it from?\u201d she asked, looking at the woman.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is a card attached to it. See what it says.\u201d<\/p>\n

She opened the little card, read the carefully penned message: To my savior, one brave girl who wasn\u2019t afraid to help me even when she should have been. Allow me to repay your kindness with one of my own. May your inner beauty match your outer self.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Frowning, she read the message, again. Her eyes widened when she thought about the wolf she had rescued from the snare. Could it be\u2026<\/p>\n

She opened the box in a hurry, tore the wrapping paper to shreds in her need to see what was inside. She pulled out a mirror with a silver handle, her eyes widening at the unusual gift. Her mother saw it in her hand, her jaw set angrily. She must think it was a cruel joke at her daughter\u2019s expense.<\/p>\n

Finley hardly noticed, couldn\u2019t look away from her reflection. Her scars were gone, her face as it had been before the fire. The illusion was so real that she had to touch her face. The feel of the raised bumps killed her hope that something truly magical had happened, that they were gone for real.<\/p>\n

Her shoulders fell, and fresh tears stung her eyes. That fragile hope the mirror had given her had softened her calluses a little, and the insult of feeling the scars on her face had hurt more than they had in a long time.<\/p>\n

Looking at her mother, she saw the woman staring at her, her hand over her mouth in surprise and maybe horror. The woman went to the sink, grabbed a dish towel. Finley frowned at her, wondered what her mother was up to. Hesitantly, she pressed the towel to Finley\u2019s cheek, rubbing it. When she pulled it back, Finley gasped at the sight of the twisted skin on the cloth.<\/p>\n

Her mother put her hand to her mouth, again and she looked wide-eyed at her daughter. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She leaned in and kissed Finley\u2019s forehead, then began wiping her face and neck with the towel.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, Momma,\u201d Finley asked, shaking with fear, \u201cwhat is it? Why are you crying?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Baby,\u201d her mother said, smiling through her tears, \u201cmy beautiful, beautiful baby girl. It\u2019s a miracle. A miracle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you talking about, Momma?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mother took the mirror from her, showed her her reflection, the one without the scars. Again, the illusion was so real that she just had to touch her face… And felt nothing but smooth skin.<\/p>\n

*****<\/p>\n

Her gift received, and her gratitude paid, the free-spirited woman turned from the window she had been spying through. Limping away, she had to smile at the look of sheer joy on the girl\u2019s face. The smile lit up her face, especially her beautiful blue eyes.<\/p>\n

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