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I gloated, holding the she-wolf in my arms. She tried to push me away, but I didn't let her. She's my woman, my fucktoy. I pick her up or drop her down whenever I want. I lowered my head and kissed her. She looked grievant and groaned with her eyes fully closed. "Can't you just leave her alone? She's exhausted. If you wake her up, she'll ask you the same question again," my wolf said. "Why don't you tell her who you really are? What are you afraid of?"

The other two come straight for her. Roselyn's body moves before her mind catches up, years of dodging beatings making her drop and roll as massive jaws snap where her throat had been. Soil explodes around her, and she tastes blood in her mouth where she's bitten her tongue. The wolves circle, one russet-furred and scarred, the other midnight black with a white blaze across its muzzle. They aren't attacking randomly. They're herding her. "You're the wolfless bitch," the russet wolf snarls, his voice grinding through his shifted form like gravel in a blender. "The abomination who spread her legs for a bloodsucker."

Big mistake playing with two big bad wolves that wore sheep's clothing longer that either wanted to. We will ruin this man for any others. We will drive him insane that we will be all that he craves. "Gu-" "Don't speak unless spoken." "Now do you prefer we lift you or will you be able to walk on your own?" "Walking where?" Before he could say something, the man took his shirt off. "You said no speaking unless spoken, I heard a question and words therefore-"

Knowing that I might not survive this strange wolf, I close my eyes and use my voice for one last time. “If you're going to kill me. Make it fast” As I brace myself to be torn apart, a deep masculine voice wafts through the thick air. “Where's the fun in that, little wolf”

“One of us will – . One of us wi-will –” He could not bring himself to say the word while sitting down on the cold tiled floor. “What should I do when mom finds out? She will be disappointed. Bu-but what if other people know about it and they will alienate us.” Shutting his wavering eyes, biting his trembling lips and clenching tightly his hair. Whispering to himself. “What if the werewolves know about it – It will definitely not end well.” Calmly wears his new and clean clothes as his previous clothes were nowhere to be found and to be reminded that someone tore it to pieces last night. ‘Thank goodness, it is a turtle neck one.’ He thought when unfolding it and slid it to his arms.

"Hahahahahaha, I like you just like that, like a little sheep. You know what a sheep is, right? It's a white, soft, little hoofed, grass-eating type. When it encounters danger, it just runs around with its eyes wide open and ears pricked up. If the master wants to kill it for meat, just touch its head. It will cry and lie down waiting to be slaughtered." Mark smiled devilishly, "You are such a little sheep. You're easy to bully and stupid. I am a wolf. Wolves are born to eat sheep. Why should I let you go?"

I will let her go. For a moment I can only think of Tia and her new life, but then the boot of a wolf hits me in the face. "Vampire piece of shit!" the wolf yells at me as I fall over. My hands are tied and can do nothing as he stomps on me over and over.

Could that be another Shepherd Wolf. I thought, walking towards the spot. Suddenly, a wolf spring out on me flooring me flat, baring it's fang at me. It is unusually tall, it's fang longer and eyes glows bright yellow. A werewolf! "Can you get off me?! You'll make this dress really messy and I have to return it!" I say, somewhat irritated by the rudeness. It step back, and I stand up to dust off the dress, but some of the stain from the mud isn't coming off. I try to scrub it out by sprinkling water from the garden fountain when I hear the melodious voice say:

She giggles slightly, then graduay it turns to a loud chaotic and psychopathic laugh, she bangs her fists in my chest and her feets on the ground, I can tell she doesn't beleive me, "You kidding me right?" "No I'm not, I'm dead serious" I watch her expression stiffen for a while, her laugh stopping "Everyone here, is really a wo, a wolf, I'm sorry a wolf, wol,wol" "Wolf darling, you can call it out,"

I demand, my voice a rough whisper that echoes through the darkness. The wolf rises, his muscles rippling beneath that golden fur, and steps closer. He nudges my hand with his cold, wet nose, and I recoil, startled by the contact. His voice resonates in my mind, a deep rumble that feels ancient and powerful. “I am the wolf assigned to you by Katia.”