Dean Milenkovic / Orlando FL
His fangs hung above my eye
His breath bleed off dried bile
His pose closed one of my thighs
His fur stirred under the night sky
HE GROWLED AND YOWLED
The growl became a howl,
a call to join the feast
from prowl came the foul
six to say at least
PACK ATTACKED
Completely surrounded
the pain was all around and
drops of my blood were in his mouth,
the fabric of my clothes on his claws
jaws on all limbs, with thrall grip
hair ripped, blood spilled
BEAR WENT DOWN
It was me who he wanted
but he stood up and ran away
the hunter became the hunted
as the pack was unleashed upon its pray
As he approached I saw that
my savior wolf limped
he slowly nested on my chest
and my wounded hand licked!