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It seemed to make sense that they were a mistake or manipulation by power-mad gods. "Because many of the original no-furs were from across the ocean," Purl kept going. "They were shapeshifting bunnies, the omegas from the Hare race, who came to the toms to help them heal and repopulate. Many of the no-furs have regained their original forms as Hares. Some are toms now, but they are not the majority." "Oh MY GODS!" Guru's voice preceded his actual presence. "Look at your fluffy wittle tail."

His fur was much shaggier. "What the f*** is that?" "That is Jax's berserker form and everything we know just got f***ed"

Keondra stepped back in a low whine. She stood before the mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection that stared back. The glassy surface revealed a creature that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The fur was matted with blood, her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a piercing red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. Red saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a sticky thread that clung to the furry chin. Her gaze wandered down her body, taking in the thick, muscular limbs, the razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished bone.

I glance back and see several warriors joining us, their eyes alert, protective. “Alpha said a few extra warriors should escort us back. Just in case.” Fury gives me a small grin and shrugs off his jacket. “Now be reasonable and climb on—” He stops when I don’t move. I just stand there watching him as he shifts. Bones crack, limbs stretch, and within seconds, Fury’s wolf stands before me—thick, dark grey fur, almost black, with kind, familiar eyes. He wiggles his tail slightly, motioning me forward.

“Yeah, almost everyone here is.” “That is so cool! Do you have fangs?! Can I see them? Do you ha-” He smiled. “You’re cute.” I blushed, immediately stopping my rambling. That's when I realized that the men sitting beside me were staring at me weirdly. “Sor-” Before I could get another word out, chaos knocked on the door. A group of about ten to fifteen men burst through the doors. They drew everyone’s attention. Their eyes were glowing red. Their fangs were on show. Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display.

And I let him deceive me. Dennis held my face as he deepened the kiss, as he pushed himself into me, hungry and strong. I gasped with the feeling of that thick member inside me, undulating my body below it, without any control of that lasciviousness. We stopped being human at that moment. I remembered the various documentaries about animals in heat, which literally didn't care about sounds, gestures or predators around. I remembered how all the animals, even the cutest, became wild inside another, as my nails clung to Dennis' back. As we sought the greatest possible contact we could get in that sex, giving ourselves to that delicious pleasure of unexpected sex.

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

I spit in his face. “You were meant to be my fathers friend” I growl at him, he steps back and wipes his face with a handkerchief. He sighs and steps forward again, I know he has to do it or I'll be able to shift and tear them apart, like I have before. I smile at the memory of just after I lost everything, I spent a full six months in my fur.

My best friend Rita had always been the elegant, composed Luna of the Blackmoon Pack. But ever since Alpha Keiran was crippled in that brutal ambush six months ago, she had been quietly falling apart. The once-dominant Alpha could barely get out of bed, let alone pin his Luna down and fuck her the way her body demanded. No more marathon knotting sessions. No more being filled and claimed until she was a trembling, cum-soaked mess. Rita’s heat cycles had become pure torture — her pussy constantly aching, her wolf howling for real dominance.

one of the wolves asked. "Are you crazy? Nobody has pure colored fur nowadays!" The wolf with a low tone laughed. "You idiot! That's in our city! Woodhill had tons of pure colored fur, especially for those who still don't have mates or aren't marked yet." The one with a serious tone lectured them.