My head throbs with memories of when I last slept with the pack. It fills my head and sends a rash of tingling sensations down there. I find it difficult to think straight after such a carnally traumatic experience. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. I didn't know whether to scream in pain or howl in pleasure. To sum it up, sex with the pack was essentially mind-blowing.

I cease my self-reflection and take a look around me. My five days of camping with Professor Prestridge and my college mates that I had never bothered to get to know is soon about to be over. It has been pretty uneventful compared to what I went through on the first day. Now? I see them packing their bags and getting back onto the bus. In fifteen minutes at most, I will unwillingly leave Yellowstone behind. The question is, will I actually return to civilization with everyone else?

"Brandy!"

I look up, watching the professor's exasperated eyes as he loads the last of the bags up onto the bus. The campground's deserted except for the lone college student still busy capturing memories of the trip on his iPhone. I look down at my own Canon DSLR draped around my neck, silently betting that the photos found on my camera are way more valuable than his.

"C'mon Brandy! Everyone's on the bus already!" the professor calls out to me, beckoning me over. I suppose I still have classes come Monday and it's obvious that Prestridge doesn't want me to continue wasting his time.

Willing my tired legs, I get up and take a second to stabilize myself. The professor watches as I drag my unwilling feet. My eyes cautiously scan the ground for rocks or anything like that, I trip up way too easily.

On a whim, I turn my head back to gaze upon the majestic Yellowstone National Park one last time. It always looks so beautiful during sunrise. Though I think I'll miss its hidden inhabitants wandering its trees the most.

That's when I see him. He's always peeking out behind the trees knowing I can't resist his allure. I'd curse him as much as I can, but at the end of the day, he knows how to push my buttons.