14. Mireille

I don’t know what I expected the night after a Full Moon frenzy. I only just managed to drag myself into my room for a sleep, cursing at remembering I had no mattress. In the darkness, I didn’t even turn on the lamp, just grabbed a pillow and lay on a fur pelt.

I stretch out like a cat, my aching muscles confirming it was not a crazed dream. Too tired to blush, I wonder how badly scratched up the stranger must be.

I’d lost my virginity, but more than that, I’ve unlocked something deep inside me. I was the property of that man tonight. Nobody else could have me. Nobody could go near me, and I loved it.

When he swiped that person away and slammed his mouth over my breast to erase their brief touch, I shuddered. His roar was a warning for everyone else.

Just as I drifted off, a horrifying scream rose up.

“HELP! QUICK! COME NOW!”

There isn’t a tannoy in this bunker. A huge air horn went off instead. “What the hell is this,” I mumbled groggily, pulling on the fur, completely naked under