Bruce did not sense any other wolf nearby, so he ran again, just to ease the tension inside of him.
On the outskirts of the other end of woods he sensed a presence even as he ran. It was another wolf or wolves and it was in transit too. He could sense their blood racing even as his did.
Bruce slowed down to focus. The movement was not too close, but it was not far away either.
“Can that be the singer out there?” he asked himself. He waited and tried to detect the direction in which the wolf was running.
It was not long before the wolf was right in front of him, but it was not the one that he was hoping to meet. He recognized the wolf in front of him. It was none other than Jean Marks. The she-wolf who had an obsession with him over the past couple of years.
She followed him wherever he moved to. He had told her that his mate had drowned at sea during a pleasure cruise and that he did not have another mate on earth, but Jean insisted that he was wrong.