Once Bitten (CLOSED)

[Malvolio]

"You'll be aching for me by the time the full moon rises."

Sharon knew it was true. As Mackenzie fixed herself up, Sharon was already thinking about their next encounter and craving Mac’s body, whether as a woman or… as a wolf. As Mac left, Sharon felt a twinge of jealousy that Mark would be sleeping with Mackenzie tonight.

Sharon made her way back to the bar to find Ray very drunk. She sighed, knowing she wouldn't be getting laid now. Nonetheless, she hungered for something... anything more that she hurried finished her drink and ushered Ray out to her car. "I'll drive," she barked. "My place."

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By the time Mackenzie returned, Mark had grown impatient. He doubted she was sick and her explanation stirred anger in him. He was about to respond when Mac pushed the drink over to him and he caught a whiff of the scent that covered its lip.

"Mackenzie, I... wha?"

Mark sniffed. The smell was strong. What the hell scent had Sharon left on the glass? It reeked of sex. To Mark, the smell was almost overwhelming. How had the waitress not noticed it when she'd brought it over?

Regaining his composure, Mark returned to the matter at hand.

"You used Sharon? Again? I thought only the wolf wanted her. I'm starting to wonder if you're not enjoying this... and not using it as a reason to fuck anyone you want."

Mark suddenly rose from the table, seized Mac's hand and pulled her out of the booth and in the direction of the restroom, his eyes burning with angry lust.

"You want to get fucked? I'm going to finish what Sharon started."

 

[intriguess]

Ray was pretty drunk, and horny. He was not stupid however and saw that Sharon was going to spread her legs for him, so he followed her without question. After the way that other woman had treated Sharon, he figured Sharon was probably submissive, and he really wanted to tap that ass.



Mackenzie was startled at his response as he dragged her back to the restrooms. She couldn't have protested even if she wanted to, her response to him was automatic, she was compelled to respond to his need. She pulled him to the end of the hallway and back behind a row of coats. Her fingers deftly undid his pants, and she easily coaxed his cock into her hand.

She had been thinking it was better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission. Mackenzie was a little concerned with how angry he was, but at the same time recalled how much angry sex he'd tolerated when she was dealing with her transformation.

"I use her, I love you. There is no comparision," she moved to the wall, letting him have the power position he needed. She raised her dress and hooked her leg over his hip and pulled him against him. "I am yours, anytime anywhere all you have to do is ask." Her pussy was still slick from her orgasm and Sharon's administrations. Not that she had any fear of being hurt, not the way her body was now. She supposed it could be painful, but her response to him was so strong that even if he tried to rape her it would only take a few thrusts before her body would be reved up.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark's rage boiled over and he couldn't think clearly. It was like the civilized, gentlemanly part of his brain had been completely shut down and now he both lusted for Mackenzie and sought to put her in her place. Sharon had pleasured his woman. She was his! HIS! He wanted to reclaim his woman, here and now.

Pushing her against the wall behind the coat rack, Mark spun Mackenzie around, reached up her dress and deftly tore her panties away. He didn't care that anybody coming down there might see them, but he didn't plan to take long to discipline his bitch.

"Still fucking wet? Well, you'd better be, bitch! You're my bitch! Understand? You like to dominate Sharon and make that slut lick your cunt? Just like you make her suck your wolf cock? Well, now you get to know what it feels like to get fucked like a bitch!"

Mark pressed his cock into Mackenzie's cunt with little concern for her comfort. It didn't matter though, given how wet she was at this point. He grunted and groaned as he began to aggressively fuck her from behind, pulling at her hair and pulling the front of her dress down so as to get at her breasts.

"You're my bitch, understand? Mine! How's it feel? You like this? Every time you fuck that slut Sharon, I'm going to pound your cunt hard and make you moan like a fucking whore!"

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Sharon sat on the end of the bed, frustrated and still horny as hell. Ray had been all over her on the way back to his place. No sooner had they started to make out when he suddenly mumbled something about being able to still taste her drink (although Ray was too drunk to recognize what he was really tasting on Sharon's lips) and he promptly passed out.

Damn you, Mackenzie, Sharon thought as she rose from the bed. As she pulled on her dress, Sharon glanced out the window at the half moon hanging lazily in the sky. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled out her cell phone and sent a text message to Mackenzie.

I need you. Tonight. Meet me in the woods. -Sharon

 

[intriguess]

It was strange, she was glad he couldn't see her face, because emotionally she'd gone numb. Mac loved him without question, but the punishing tone of voice and words cut deeper than any knife. She had never considered that being with him could be more painful than being without him. She was frightened that she had changed Mark, and she was having the same sensation as when she was a wolf, a sort of out of body feeling. Her body was responding to Mark, but she was unable to make any personal response.

It was strange, as the wolf she was male and orgasm was immenent. Now she wasn't sure if she would be making that leap herself. Mark seemed too wrapped up in his rage to notice she hoped. She moaned because she knew he wanted it, the one simple action fueling his fury.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark plowed into Mackenzie, his cock swelling and then finally exploding his cum into her wet pussy. As soon as he finished, he ruthlessly pulled out, slapped her ass once and snarled "Go fix yourself up."

Mark turned and made his way to the men's room. Once inside, staring in the mirror, he came to his senses. What the hell had he just done? He'd been cruel, cold... to the woman he loved. She'd cheated on him, but he'd known and agreed to allow her these indulgences. He'd retaliated against her with little regard to her feelings.

Part of him didn't care. He had enjoyed punishing Mac like this as a sort of revenge for her deceit. It was a strange feeling, but he didn't feel guilty and was relieved. He suspected there'd be more evenings like this.

He made his way back to the table, finished his drink alone and sat waiting for Mac to return.

 

[intriguess]

It took a little longer for her to regain her composure as she washed her face. It seemed all so simple at first, now everything seemed to layer complexity on complex. Mackenzie sighed, and flipped open her phone hearing the buzz of a text message. It was Sharon, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Confusion had set in, deep and unnerving. She returned to the table, and sat down. She ordered pasta, and tried to sort through the mess she had made of things. Conversation had stalled and she wished she had not wanted to go out. It was amazing how one small choice made such a difference.

 

[Malvolio]

Dinner came and they ate in silence. Their eyes met a few times, but Mark showed little emotion beyond a hint of bitterness. As he thought about it, he realized it wasn't her action... fucking Sharon... that had bothered him, but rather how she'd hidden it from him and then revealed it after the fact.

As the meal was cleared away, he wanted to speak. He decided to come clean with it all and had thought it through in his mind.

"I don't care if you want to fuck Sharon. Truth be told, the thought arouses me. However, you hid it from me. No more secrets, Mackenzie."

However, they were interupted before he actually spoke the words. A waiter carrying a large tray stumbled as he passed their table and a large plate of pasta fell into Mark's lap. In the confusion that ensued, the manager apologized profusely and led Mark into the back to quickly apply some stain guard to his suit that the restaurant kept on hand for such an occasion.

Mackenzie sat alone in the booth. Unbeknowst to her, another couple watched her from across the restaurant.

"That's her? The one you bit?" the male whispered.

"Yes. It was necessary to save her life, as I told you," the female replied.

"She seems to be... holding it up alright."

"Yes. A bit amorous and confused, but so were we at first."

They exchanged a smile and went about enjoying their meal.

 

[intriguess]

Mackenzie flipped her phone over to him, "She wants to meet me tonight." She wasn't sure what else to say, her plate was empty but she couldn't recall eating it. She had finished Mark's replacement plate as well. "Mating makes me hungry," she offered in explaination.

She ordered dessert and sipped her wine, "I havne't decided what I'm going to do, but please understand that I won't be asking for your permission. I don't need or want that kind of complication. There are some things, I'm just driven to do."

Her last words were enunciated as she glanced at the hot blonde waitress.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark's eyes narrowed at her words.

"Some things you're just driven to do? Yes, you've made that clear. And while I support your... needs... I didn't expect that you'd decide you could just up and fuck whomever you wanted, whenever you wanted."

Mark followed Mackenzie's eyes to the waitress.

"So the huntress is eyeing new prey? You're insatiable, you know that? And while I find it arousing as a man, it's disrespectful to me as your lover.

"But I do love you, Mackenzie, so here's what I propose. You can fuck around all you want. You don't even need to tell me. But I get to do the same. If it's an open relationship you want, then that's what we'll have. Do realize that I still love you and will always love you... but you have to extend to me the same terms that you operate under."

Mark glanced up at the blonde waitress again, making eye contact this time. His gaze shifted back to Mackenzie.

"Which one then? The waitress or Sharon?"

 

[intriguess]

She was conflicted, part of her wanted to mount the waitress, and the thought of Mark with another woman made her want to rip out that woman's throat. Could she rein in her needs desires and longs for him? It wasn't like they had ever been friends, her concern for his needs well it was conflicting with her own needs. Lovers, that pretty much summed up their relationship. She wondered if there would be anything more.

Mackenzie struggled wanting to be alone, to curl up in a hot bathtub and soak away her worries. Another part wanting to tie Mark to a bed, and ravish him. Yet another part hungered for the waitress.

Sharon, well Sharon was such a low priority, Mackenzie felt the bitch deserved what she was getting. Before she could make a decision, the waitress walked past again and the scent, well Mac growled subvocally and the woman bent over to place their bill on the table. With a wink and a smile Mackenzie watched as the woman blatantly wrote her number on the receipt and grinned at the two of them.

She licked her lips, "I think dessert has been offered up to us," she took the bill pulled out some cash and stood up. Tying Mark up was still very much a possibility.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark watched the silent exchange between Mackenzie and the pretty blonde waitress. A dark expression crossed his face. He grunted, nodded to Mackenzie and wordlessly led her out of the restaurant. Once outside, he phoned the waitress's number and left a message with his number.

Turning to Mac, he pulled her close and hungrily kissed her. He pressed her down a narrow alley across from the restaurant and cornered her against the wall.

"Yes," he whispered huskily. "Dessert should be along shortly. I think we should take her home with us. But first I want to finish my dinner."

Mark gropped Mackenzie, his erection bulging through his pants and grinding against her crotch. Licking her neck, he growled hungrily and nipped at her flesh.

"You want to fuck her together, lover? Is that what gets you off? Or do find yourself secretly wishing it was a full moon so you could stick your wolf cock inside her? Taking another bitch? And what would you have me do? Tell me what's on that dark, wicked mind, lover?"

Mark didn't know where the words were coming from or why he was acting this way. At the same time, he could almost sense Mackenzie was in heat and it was driving him wild with lust...

His cell phone suddenly rang. On the opposite side of the street, the now-off duty waitress emerged from the restaurant, holding her cell to her ear.

"You answer it," he whispered to Mackenzie.

 

[intriguess]

It was confusing, and being turned on and it being a new moon, well her hormones were on overdrive. Her inherently high libido was being cranked up to new heights. She flipped his phone open and answered with a husky moan of greeting as Mark ravaged her neck.

"Yes, oh, yes, that sounds good." Mackenzie listened to the waitress's offer and sensed this wasn't the first time the perky blonde had accepted such a proposition and depending on how things went, would not be the last time either. Mackenzie managed to rattle off his address before clicking the phone shut.

"She's going to pick up some RediWhip," Mackenzie thought about fucking the waitress as a wolf, but for some reason the idea seemed incompatible with her current state of awareness. Devouring the waitress, or being devoured by her, or having her devour Mark, that was more in line with what she was craving.

"I want you to be happy," she moaned, her fingers deftly working into his pants to palm and tease the swollen flesh of his prick.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark moaned in pleasure as Mackenzie worked his manhood. Without a word, he led her to the car and raced home at breakneck speed. As they drove, Mac continued teasing Mark, alternating between sucking on him and using her hands.

Mark parked the car and he and Mac began undressing as they made their way into the house. Once inside, Mark carried her into the bedroom, tore away her panties and begin vigorously devouring her eager sex. As he worked the tip of his tongue around her clit, Mark's thumb teased her moist lips.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs (they'd left the front door open), Mark whispered huskily "Here comes your toy, lover."

 

[intriguess]

She teased him in the car, keeping him on the edge, Mackenzie craved him but wanted to feel him explode inside her. She was well rewarded as he managed to make her feel protected as he swept her up and carried her to the bed.

Once their her dress went up and her panties were torn away. Her legs spread instinctively and she tried to recall the last time he'd gone down on her. So often they were so ramped up that they just fucked like bunnies. Then rational thought vanished as his tongue ran over and around and he began triggering minigasms. Her sultry voice was moaning for more as the waitress entered.

Mackenzie wasn't sure if she demanded the blonde strip or if she decided to all on her own. Mack's eyes devoured her as she revealed her golden tan and perky breasts topped with cute pink nipples. She was younger than either of them, but at the moment she was merely a guest star, only time would tell if she would be invited back.

She gestured to the pretty blonde, and in moments she was kissing the waitress and fondling her firm breasts.

 

[Malvolio]

As the beautiful young waitress undressed, Mark watched Mackenzie's reactions with his own lustful fascination. Her clear arousal was stirring him. Mackenzie was and always had been the object of his desires. The demand for rights to other women had never been truly sincere.

As the waitress climbed onto the bed, Mark made room for her to join him in pleasuring Mac's dripping pussy. Together, their tongues lapped at Mackenzie's juices with Mark teasing her swollen clit and the waitress burying hers in Mac's canal. Periodically their tongues met and entangled throughout Mackenzie's sex.

Mark reached up and began to rub and stroke Mac's breasts and nipples. His cock ached to be inside her...

 

[intriguess]

Mackenzie growled, her hard nipples aching for any touch, and the slightest contact set her off. It made it difficult to focus on coherent thought with trembling minigasms, it was like an earthquake in reverse with tremors leading up to massive quake.

Jill, the lovely blonde waitress, was as eager as she was blonde. It was so hot to have an extra set of hands, and lips. For the moment she let Mark have the upper hand. She was content to just lay back and enjoy it.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark slowly began kissing his way up Mackenzie's body, his tongue teasing her naval and coming to rest on her left breast. Taking the cue from Mark, Jill did the same and began to suck on Mac's right breast. Together they each sucked from one of Mackenzie's swollen nipples, interspersing light bites, licking and vacuum-like sucking.

As he worked her breast, Mark pressed his throbbing cock against Mackenzie's dripping cunt, its head parting the folds of her lips and rubbing against her own swollen, bulging clit.

Jill's hand snaked down Mac's body to continue rubbing her pussy and alternating to Mark's cock. She hungrily looked up at Mackenzie, making eye contact that shared how badly she longed to fuck and suck both of them.

Mark moaned into Mackenzie's breast, the vibrations rippling through her body. His eyes drifted to some silk scarves he'd brought into the bedroom recently and then he and Mac exchanged a look and both turned their attention to the their eager guest star.

Lifting his chin from Mac's breast, Mark whispered into her ear.

"Let's tie her down and make her suck your clit while I fuck you from behind."

 

[intriguess]

Mackenzie growled, a sultry dominant sound as she delicately reached for the scarves and with a wicked grin, was kissing Jill and pressing her lithe body beneath her own. In a few hot short moments Jill was securely tied to the headboard, and Mackenzie was shoving her pussy into the waitress's mouth.

The look of surprise at Mac's swollen clit, the size of the tip of her pinky finger, and lust as she tasted Mac. It was worth it, and the feel of Mark behind her, his body pressed to hers, his hands moving up along her body to grab her breasts as his cock found it's way into her body. It was decadent, one part of her was loving every second, every touch, every lick, every heated look. Another part was shocked that she was involved in a threeway.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark rode Mackenzie with reckless abandon, his swollen cock hungrily penetrating her welcoming cunt. Caught up in a sexual frenzy, he moaned and slammed his body into Mac's, driving her forcefully into Jill. The petite waitress struggled to breathe as Mackenzie's pussy pressed tightly against her face.

"Eat it, little slut," Mark gasped.

Mark didn't know what had brought the words out of him, but like so much of his behavior this strange night it simply felt right. He longed for the carnal pleasure and he took particular delight in watching Mackenzie getting off on the experience of being pleasured by Jill and him at the same time.

Tugging Mackenzie's hair back slightly, he leaned forward and growled softly in her ear. "You fuck like an animal whether you're a woman or a wolf. You know you love it. You know I love it."

When Jill was able to breathe again, she worked her way down to Mac's pussy lips and teasingly ran her tongue along Mark's cock and back up and Mackenzie's clit.

"Mmmmm," she moaned softly, her eyes drifting up to meet Mackenzie's and reflecting back the same hungry predatorial look with which Mac now eyed her. Jill had always been a bit of a wild type, sexually adventurous and eager to experience new things. She'd been with other men and women at the same time before, had been both dominant and submissive, but this woman was very different. She'd sensed that back in the restaurant when the tension between the couple seemed so thick it could be cut with a knife. She'd briefly stepped into the ladies' room and had overheard the conversation between Mac and Sharon in the stall and later had watched Mac and Mark duck into the coat closet. When they returned several minutes later, she knew what they'd done and had felt an irresistible urge... no, a drawing need... to flirt with them both.

Mark's sharp groan let Mackenzie and Jill know that his orgasm was imminent.

 

[intriguess]

She could tell by the sounds Mark was making as well as the slightest change in pace and the feel of him inside her that his own orgasm was eminent. She turned her head to kiss him, or lick her shoulder enticingly. Not that watching Jill wasn't fun, but she felt this deep seated need to strengthen the connection between them at such times. Her own pleasures were cresting and ebbing, small tremors of bliss, intermitent with longer waves of languid delight.

Being multi orgasmic, seemed both a joy, and so completely unfair, as her body temperature soared. "I love you," her voice was a soft growl as she watched Mark's delight.

 

[Malvolio]

As Mac turned and her eyes met his, Mark's heart leapt with excitement and he felt the passion of their love and bond. Her words were a growl, but they struck him with the force of a hurricane and he exploded deep inside her. He pressed his lips passionately to hers, or as much as he could with her head turned sideways, and they shared the moment as if they were completely alone. The heat of her body and sense of her imminent orgasm further served to pleasure him and he pressed his body tightly against hers.

In that instant, the bond between them grew stronger.

Jill suddenly felt like the odd woman out, realizing the raw passion her two lovers were feeling for one another, although deep down she didn't care much as the explosive sex was more than she'd even dared hope for and she let out a loud moan of her own that was muffled by Mackenzie's pussy and swollen clit pressed tightly into her face. Jill's mind swam with euphoria as she hungrily sucked up Mackenzie's juices.

 

[intriguess]

It was intense, and she realized Jill was like any toy just a prop, to service their pleasure. She turned her head to devour his mouth, letting the pleasure flow throughout her body. It seemed to last an eternity and merely a moment, and briefly she contemplated her own mortality. What would it be like in 10-20-50 years if she didn't age and Mark did. The thought was single black mark on an otherwise blissfull moment. She could not imagine life without him, didn't want to consider it, and feeling him spent, his body pressing against hers, as their slippery union fed their plaything.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark and Mackenzie collapsed onto the bed on their sides, Mark's spent, but still somewhat hard cock still buried inside her pussy as he held her in a spooning position. Jill meantime pressed her breasts against Mac's and cuddled closely, resting her face on Mac's shoulder. Within minutes, Jill had drifted off into a deep sleep and Mark began to fade as well.

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A few days later, Mark sat in his office staring at the calculations on his monitor. He'd run tests on a sample of Mackenzie's blood and was almost ready to mix up a small batch of the "cocktail". If his calculations were correct, he might be holding a cure for Mac's monthly changes. If the moon caused her testosterone level to rise and the transformation to occur, a blocker might suppress the change. It wouldn't "cure" Mac, but it might prevent the changes and the accompanying sex change. A few drops, administered to Mac via food or drink, might do just the trick. He'd need to administer it and then take another blood sample after a couple of days. Additional doses might be necessary to make it permanent.

After Mark had gone for the evening, a shadowy figure slipped into his office. Sharon knew Mark well enough and knew his password. (He'd foolishly used the same thing for years.) Reviewing the files on his computer, she quickly realized he was tinkering with something for Mackenzie. Slowly, the realization dawned upon her. Feeling compelled to protect Mackenzie from his efforts, Sharon made a small adjustment in his calculations, saved the file and slipped out of his office.

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The next evening, Mark climbed into bed beside Mac, smiling to himself. He'd slipped some of the dose he'd mixed that afternoon into her food and she'd eaten it without notice. Hopefully the batch would be strong enough to suppress the change that would come at the end of the week with the rising of the full moon.

 

[intriguess]

They fucked Jill off and on again throughout the night, but sent her off before the sun rise. Mackenzie felt almost normal nestled up against him come morning. It was all too easy to forget about the hell she'd been going through. Little did she know the past few months would seem like a cake walk in comparision to the next month.

Mackenzie felt things were going well, Sharon had been noticably pouty about being left high and dry, but all things considered smoothing over her ruffled feathers had been quite easy. A single kiss and promise to be 'gentle' during the next full moon and Sharon was mollified.

Mackenzie had gotten a lot more aggressive with her workouts, taking up kickboxing instead of aerobics. She knew she could take Mark in pretty much everyway, and having his body pinned underneath hers was well worth it. Her sex drive had gone into high gear at the new moon when her body was primed for impregnation.

But as the moon swelled in size, her body told her she was far from pregnant. Her period had arrived early and she was cranky. The full moon was still a few days away, but she felt strange, her body felt out of place, and she sent Mark a text that she was going to use Sharon while he was at work.

Mackenzie growled and pounced on Sharon once she walked in the door, ripping off the poor things clothes in seconds, her surprisingly sharp nails shredding the fabric. Mackenzie flicked on music, letting "I want to fuck you like an animal" pound in the background as she slipped her clothing off, revealing her perfect body, her swollen tits a dark blood red. Her eyes glowed golden and the closer she got to Sharon's quivering body, the more swollen her clit felt.

She growled again and turned Sharon over, and slide her strong fingers inside the nurse's slick cunt. The music barely covered the moans, Mackenzie's other hand slipped down, to feel her massive clit, and with a shudder and howl her muscles rippled, hair sprouted and faded, her wolf cock sprouting and instinctively sliding into Sharon's cunt. Mackenzie's nails raked down Sharon's back as she fucked her. Mackenzie's eventual orgasm triggering the change back, and she collasped spent on top of Sharon.

 

[Malvolio]

When Sharon arrived at Mackenzie's apartment, she was caught off guard by how aggressive Mac was on a non-full moon night and her protests were silenced as Mac turned up the music. Soon Sharon found herself stripped nude and forced down onto her stomach. She moaned in pleasure and Mackenzie's fingers danced in and out of her pussy.

"Ooohhh! Oooohhh! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Mmmmm!" she moaned.

Sharon felt Mackenzie's body shudder and her hand withdraw from Sharon's dripping cunt. Sharon glanced back over her shoulder as Mac's groans turned into a familiar and haunting howl. The sight that greeted her gave her a sudden paralyzing jolt, a mixture of shock, fear and erotic thrill. The change rippled through Mackenzie's body and Sharon gaped wide eyed at the Wolf once again. Within moments of taking shape, the Wolf's newly formed cock thrust into Sharon's eager sex and she moaned in ecstasy. As usual, the Wolf fucked selfishly and roughly, but Sharon, who had now become accustomed to such treatment, gasped and cried out in pleasure. The clawing across her back came unexpectedly to Sharon, the cuts stinging painfully for several seconds before the Wolf finally erupted, its seed gushing deeply into Sharon's womb. The sensation of hot wolf cum flooding her cunt drove Sharon over the edge and she came to a loud, body shuddering climax.

Less than a minute later, Sharon felt the smooth, sweaty, hairless form of Mackenzie collapse on top of her. Mackenzie seemed pretty out of it and Sharon suddenly felt very self conscious about having enjoyed the rough fuck from Mac's wolfen side. She crawled out from under Sharon, gathered the shredded remains of her clothing and scampered out the door to her car.

As she drove home, Sharon glanced up at the half moon hanging lazily in the sky. Why or how had Mackenzie changed now, days away from the full moon? Was this heralding some new evolution in Mac's lycanthropic cycle? Perhaps the drug Mark had been working on and that Sharon had tampered with had caused this?

Either way, Sharon didn't care. Deep inside, she was growing to love, even look forward to, her sessions with Mackenzie and the Wolf.