Confessions of a she wolf...

Standing in front of the mirror I notice my smudged makeup. My black eyeliner so carefully applied is now looking like some cheesy goth horror chicks badly applied makeup. I notice and begin to admire the bite marks on my shoulder. In the corner of the mirror through the partially cracked bathroom door I can see his naked body languidly laying atop my once fresh crisp clean sheets. His clothes look so fantastic mixed with mine in a heap in my floor. My grin is punctuated with a bite of the lower lip just thinking of how two rounds of the torridly lustful and carnal passions turned my bed into the heap of pillows and disheveled covers. Damn it's good to be a wolf.

I step out of the bathroom and pause to inhale the scent of him, of us. It's heady and intoxicating. He looks up from his phone and smiles. I can feel the chills run through me. He is warm and is body feels amazing as we entangle ourselves in one another. I look up at his face and catch his smile as I run my fingernails down his back and snuggle closer. It's one of those moments where even though a million things pass through my head to say that could fill the silence, somehow our looks and smiles says it all. He wraps his arms even tighter around me and we float in the afterglow.

I had almost began to think there were no wolfs that could handle running with me... that there was only me and the moon. Fate is a strange mistress and life a stranger journey.

It was early spring and the weather was already too warm for mid April. Things had been going slowly for this self employed “she of all trades”. Sales were slow and there wasn't a good feeling in the back of my mind. I was trying to shrug it off and have faith all would be right and business would pick back up. At least maybe one of my businesses would. Work was my main focus.. work and keeping my new life on track. Needless to say the last thing I expected was an email from what turned out to be an absolutely gorgeous stranger.

As with most stories the beginning seemed fairly normal. Well, normal for me, which would be anything but to the populace of the small town I live in. I call myself a “she-of-all-trades” for a reason. The who I was ended up being much more than I realized and the what I love ended up fulfilling all my childhood fantasies.

I always knew I was not exactly normal. I came from a long line of strong mountain women with a secret... one that I wasn't aware of until I found myself in a pagan retreat with powerful teachers, Elders and Coven leaders. It was there I was put in touch with my family heritage, unlocking the power within. It was there I found I was a Wolf.

When I say wolf I mean a full on soul bound werewolf. When I say that it sounds even funny to me. I still think of the iconic images from movies and TV. But it's not like that at all. The extent of what it is I still don't know as I am still learning. Unfortunately the owner's manual doesn't come standard. The moon does effect me in different ways and I am pulled to run and howl in the light of the full moon. I don't go all “wolfed out” with fur and four legs. It's more of a soul transformation with enhances senses and desires... at least for now. For the first time in my life I finally feel whole.

Then there is my work. My main passion is my less conventional career. Yes imagine that.. a newly discovered wolf in a “paranormal” job. I am a healer/intuitive/energy worker. I had been working more cleansings than anything. People needing the proverbial “ghost buster”. Well maybe not in the movie version. It was more of cleansing bad energies, imprints and even what most people would think of as hexes from people's houses or offices. I also do cardology and aura healing. The work in this small town can be sporadic so I also sell jewelry and write resumes, press releases, articles and even profiles for dating sites. It definitely keeps me busy and meeting new people all the time.

Awhile back on a lark with a friend I had signed up for an online dating site. I had found over time that talking to and meeting people from this site was a little like playing Russian Roulette or craps. It was more luck than skill and it was always risky. The message was intriguing with a mildly provocative nature. My interest was peaked. Despite my normal security measures and general paranoia I invited him to my place. There was something... kindred... about him.

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.......... to be continued ........