Chapter 31: The Holy Wolf
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the last place I thought I was going to be… A church. I didn't visit a church for a few years, and even then, it was because I was forced to… However, there is something different about this church. This holy sanctuary is not like a typical church. This one seems to have been abandoned. The entire place is covered in dirt and dust. Something is wrong here. Then, as I stand in the middle of the entrance room of this church, I look down at my own body… Yeah. That's exactly what I thought. I am not human right now. This is me in my wolf form!
Michael made this dramatic realization as he walked around the church, feeling the weight of his steps much heavier than usual.
He was a werewolf.
Michael never remembered shifting into his wolf form in the first place, but he did.
What am I going to do? I don't even know where I am…
As Michael ventured deeper into the seemingly abandoned church, he suddenly heard faint footsteps in the distance.
He looked up—he saw someone running at the end of the room. Almost as if this person was fleeing from him. Which wasn't that surprising, since escaping from a werewolf wasn't that out of the ordinary.
The person who fled was a woman.
Michael was able to determine that right before she disappeared deeper into the church…
He didn't know anything about her and wasn't even certain about what she looked like since she ran so fast in the church, but the werewolf was able to identify as a young woman. He noticed her wide and pronounced hips, as well as her feminine traits such as large breasts, as she ran all over the place.
But that was it.
Was she someone that he already knew?
It could very well be the case, but probably not with the way she ran away from him.
Right before she disappeared in the dark hallway of this decrepit and abandoned church, Michael quickly attempted to speak to her, but the words wouldn't come out, which was, unfortunately, partially because of the fact he was in his werewolf form at the moment.
Michael wasn't himself.
He was a monster. A beast.
Similar to a dog enthusiastically and playfully going after his bone, he immediately went after her when he understood that he couldn't speak to her and talk her into staying, so she could explain to him what was going on here!
Fhump! Fhump! Fhump! Fhump!
The wolf ran on four as he chased the young woman down into the church!
Hunting her down.
Originally attempted to get a hold of her, so he could speak with her, but everything accidentally turned into a wicked hunt. Something Michael wasn't proud of, at all.
I am not going to hurt you! Why are you running away from me? Oh, yeah, because I'm a freaking monster, that's why! I keep forgetting that I am not myself right now… Michael said to himself, as he continued chasing the young woman down on the gospel side of the church, where rows of benches used to be.
The closer he found himself to this girl the more this became obvious to him…
This young woman was a nun!
This meant that she was a servant of God.
The black and white uniform she wears! She's got to be a nun or something like that? Why would a nun be in a desolate and run-down church? Trying to restore it, maybe? Is this what it is? So, I'm running after an innocent nun, and she's probably thinking that I want to bite her throat or something. What am I doing? What's wrong with me? Michael kept asking himself, feeling awful about what he was doing, even though his only true hope was to speak to her to figure out what the hell was going on here.
The more she ran away from him, the more he felt enthralled to get her during this bestial chase.
What should have been a simple discussion quickly turned into a dangerous hunt within the decrepit and eldritch church?
Over time, Michael had learned the ropes of becoming a slightly better werewolf. Whether he wanted it or not, he climbed on the ladder of experience as a wolf and this resulted in him being able to beautifully maneuver across the many sections, rooms, and corridors of this almost maze-like church because of all the destruction that seemed to have happened here a long time ago…
Michael never entered in collision with any wall or any piece of furniture on his way. Michael was smooth. Like a knife going through butter. It simply worked.
Meanwhile, the young woman he was after was clumsy and sloppy at best. She accidentally ran into virtually anything that was in her way, whether it being walls, tables, or other broken objects that had been left lying around, She almost hurt herself as she attempted to escape from this vile beast.
I am not trying to hurt you! Michael said to himself, hoping he could speak to her, but he simply couldn't.
Eventually, the wolf was able to corner the young woman at the crossing part of the church, not too far from the altar. There, she wasn't able to outrun the beast forever. Even though that wasn't part of Michael's plan to chase her and to hunt her down because he never meant to hurt her in the first place… But the more she ran the more it triggered his animal instincts.
Cornered, the young nun dropped to her ass.
She looked up at the werewolf. Both feeling and looking panicked.
It was, however, so dark in this abandoned and decrepit church that Michael couldn't see who this person was other than she was a pretty girl and that she was a nun. He couldn't say if he knew her or not. He had no idea if he'd seen her before in his life or not. She was like a dark figure.
However, this holy and dark figure soon traded her panic and her fear for a lot of excitement and arousal as soon as she noticed what was hanging between the wolf's hairy legs. Everything changed for her as soon as she witnessed the presence of his huge werewolf dick for the first time.
She stared at it for the longest time…
"Why is it so big, and nice… And… Beautiful…?" The young nun slowly came out of her shell as she asked this shy, but still quite perverted question to the beast.
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