Mating Wolves 1
by Makenna Wilder
Author's note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Copyright 2012 by Makenna Wilder
All rights reserved.
When I go jogging, I always cut through the woods. Technically, I’m not really jogging. I dress up like I’m going to, and then I hike through the forest.
I don’t want to run down an ordinary street or highway, the same every time. I’d rather go into the trees, take a different path every time, see different animals, etc. Plus, a woman alone running down a lonely highway is pretty much serial killer bait, let’s face it.
I usually wear jeans and a T-shirt with a baggy red hoodie, hood up. The red is just in case there is someone hunting here, they’ll see me. The bagginess is to camouflage my big chest. I kind of try to make myself look more boyish. So I don’t attract creeps. I have a thin athletic body and a pretty face. With my face in the shadows of the hood I think I can pull off looking like a boy. I’m 25, still young enough to look like a teen.