Now, I don't like to classify myself with them all. They don't really even know of my kind, because my kind are the chameleons of the world. Our speci...lity is disappearing, and never being found.I'm a shapeshifter, or a skin walker. I'm sure there's a ton of other names, but you get the idea. Skinwalkers can turn into just about anything- other humans, animals, objects, heck even mythical creatures from storybooks if they wanted to.Do note I didn't say I myself could, though. I'm too much of a. As the barman stands in front of us, she looks at him and smiles, “I’ll have what she’s having.”“Two gin and tonics please,” I order as I turn and smile back at her.“I’m Donna.”“I’m Holly,” she replies. She takes a step closer to me, putting the toe of her shoe on the footrest of my stool. Her knee pressing against my thigh.I push my leg back against her, feeling her jeans rubbing against my leg. I lick my top lip as I raise my glass to her. She picks up her drink and clinks it against mine. I knew that if we took it any further, I would want you every day. I stood up and pulled my robe over my naked body I decided I needed a cold shower. I loved that you called me your baby girl and your loved my special name for you, daddy. Your deep sexy voice kept playing over and over in my head. I could hear you whispering in my ear “Baby Girl…. Baby Girl you feel so good!” Shaking my head I leaned over and turned the water on. I pulled my long black hair up and reached over to turn the. I realised that I was in a submissive position as far as the wolf was concerned and it could do with me what it wanted. I was half horrified and half fascinated. The a****l didn't want to kill me – it wanted to fuck me!I sneaked a quick look over my shoulder. The wolf had its tail straight up in the air and I could just glimpse a pink object just beginning to emerge from between its legs which were spread proudly. The wolf looked straight at me with its yellow eyes and I looked away. I didn't.