{"id":264637,"date":"2026-07-15T02:18:39","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:18:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/just-a-farm-girl-futa-werewolf-1-julie-law-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T02:18:39","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:18:39","slug":"just-a-farm-girl-futa-werewolf-1-julie-law-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/just-a-farm-girl-futa-werewolf-1-julie-law-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Just A Farm Girl Futa Werewolf 1 – Julie Law (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She tried to appear confident, to project an air of knowing exactly where she was going, even though her heart still hammered against her ribs. They walked for nearly an hour, and Rika finally began to feel comfortable enough to speak, beyond simple nods and acknowledgements. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d She asked, turning her head slightly to look at the werewolf. The brunette\u2019s lips curved into a small smile. \u201cSamantha,\u201d she replied. \u201cAnd yours?\u201d \u201cRika.\u201d She said it softly, enjoying the way Samantha\u2019s blue eyes met hers.<\/p>\n

\u201cRika,\u201d Samantha repeated, testing the name on her tongue. \u201cI like it.\u201d They continued on their way, exhaustion weighing heavily on Rika. Her legs felt leaden with each step, and she was grateful when the familiar sight of the farm appeared through the trees. By the time they reached her home, she was too tired to care that her companion was a werewolf \u2013 just thankful to be back within the safety of their little farm. The moment she spotted her mother standing on the porch, the blonde\u2019s face etched with worry, Rika rushed forward.<\/p>\n

She hadn\u2019t realized how tightly wound up she had been until she could finally feel her mother\u2019s arms around her, squeezing her tightly. They clung to each other for a long moment, a silent exchange of relief and affection. They only parted when the older woman noticed Samantha standing behind her. The blonde\u2019s smile faltered, replaced by a subtle tension. It seemed to be a mix of fear and apprehension. \u201cRika,\u201d Hilda said, her voice regaining some of its usual brightness, though it sounded strained.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re back. And you brought\u2026\u201d Her gaze drifted from Rika to Samantha, taking in the dark hair, the blue eyes, and finally, the wolf ears atop her head. Recognition dawned on her mother\u2019s face. Something close to hostility followed, making Rika shiver. \u201cA werewolf,\u201d Hilda stated, her tone lacking its usual warmth. \u201cYou\u2019re the one those men were hunting. What is one of your kind doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Samantha didn\u2019t flinch under her scrutiny. She simply returned Rika\u2019s mother\u2019s gaze with an even expression, radiating quiet confidence. \u201cI saved your daughter from those hunters,\u201d Samantha explained, her voice smooth and precise. Hilda\u2019s eyes narrowed slightly. \u201cThat wouldn\u2019t have been necessary if they weren\u2019t following you.\u201d She glanced at Rika, trying to make sure her child was alright.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. JUST A FARM GIRL Web Edition Copyright \u00a92025 Julie Law All Rights Reserved OceanofPDF.com Table of Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Epilogue OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1 The morning seemed to start slower than usual.<\/p>\n

Rika wiped a stray strand of red hair from her brow, leaving a smear of dirt across her forehead. The sun was barely cresting the rolling hills that bordered their small plot of land, casting long shadows from the stalks of golden wheat already beginning to bow with fullness.<\/p>\n

Her hands, though calloused from work, moved deftly as she weeded around the plump pumpkins in the vegetable patch. It was the life she was used to. Their farm was modest but yielded enough for them to live comfortably, and Rika enjoyed the feel of the earth between her fingers. It was hard work, a rhythmic cycle of planting, tending, and harvesting that left little room for dreaming, but it filled the stomach. \u201cRika, dear?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mother\u2019s voice, bright as sunshine even at the early hour, cut through the silence. Hilda emerged from their cottage, a basket swinging from her arm. Her blonde hair was neatly braided, framing a face that always seemed to wear a smile. Her light blue eyes, nearly identical to Rika\u2019s own, scanned Rika with approval. \u201cYes, Mother?\u201d \u201cWe\u2019re running low on some of the medicinal herbs. Could you go to the woods and gather some more?\u201d<\/p>\n

The mature blonde handed Rika a small woven basket. \u201cThey grow best deeper in the woods, near the stream. Be careful, though. The sun can be deceptive within those trees, and there\u2019s been talk of monsters getting bolder lately.\u201d Rika nodded, looking towards the edge of the farm, where the forest began to loom. \u201cI will, mother, I know how to avoid the monsters around the area.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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