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The gentle crash of midnight waves against the shore of the Starlight Resort was the only sound Zima wanted to hear. The silver-furred wolf lounged deep into his plush beach chair, his long tail brushing against the cool sand. The moon cast a brilliant glow over his sleek physique, and he closed his eyes, letting out a long, contented sigh. He had paid a fortune for this private beachfront spot just to escape the noisy crowds. Peace, perfect peace, was all he desired. ​But tranquility never lasted long at a luxury resort. ​A pair of rowdy, intoxicated tourists stumbled onto his secluded stretch of sand, shouting loudly and tossing empty cans. Zima’s sensitive ears twitched violently. A sharp, sudden growl rumbled from deep within his chest, but it wasn't just anger—it was an intense, sudden hunger. The moment his peace was shattered, a vacuum of starvation opened up in his gut. ​Zima opened his piercing amber eyes and rose to his full, imposing height. The tourists didn't even have time to apologize before the massive wolf loomed over them. With blinding speed, Zima snatched the first disruptor, tilting his head back to guide the foolish troublemaker headfirst down his throat. His powerful gullet flexed, easily pulling the yelling tourist down the tight conduit of his esophagus. ​A heavy, wet gulp echoed over the sound of the waves as the person sank completely into his midsection. Without missing a beat, Zema lunged forward and claimed the second, swallowing them just as effortlessly. ​Zima patted his heavy, distended waistline as it began to stretch and reshape. He sank back down into his lounge chair, resting his paws over his now noisy, shifting midsection. Within the taut walls of his hide, a loud, cavernous squelching took over. His nice, gurgling, churning belly set to work, drowning out the muffled protests with deep, rhythmic, flesh-softening groans. Smirking under the moonlight, the wolf closed his eyes again, finally enjoying the soothing, vocal peace