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He had moved so fast that no one had seen it clearly. “Brother!” The man in purple was shocked, approaching in horror. “How… how could you…” “Damn it!” “Werewolf” cursed, tearing off his vest to tightly wrap his severed arm. “Brother, your arm…” The man in purple was devastated, reaching out as if to touch the wound, but unsure where to start. “Werewolf” gritted his teeth. “What are you doing? Move!” “No, I care about you!” The man in purple’s eyes were red. “Honey, he dared to do this to you. I won’t let him get away with it!”

The air echoes with growls and snarls as we engage in a battle for supremacy. I find myself face to face with a hulking werewolf from Kieran's pack. His eyes burn with a fiery rage as he lunges at me, his claws aimed for my throat. In that split second, instinct takes over, and I twist my body, narrowly avoiding his attack. With a swift countermove, I slash my claws across his chest, leaving deep gashes in his fur.

Oh no! Before I can blink, Josh is yanked off me like a rag doll and slammed against a tree. The sound is brutal, bones meeting tree. A snarl erupts next, feral and thunderous. Immediately, the creature lunges again. Another vampire shrieks, high and sharp, as the werewolf grabs him by the throat. I can’t look away. I should, but I can’t. With horrifying strength, the wolf tears him apart, limbs flying through the trees. Blood splatters across the leaves. The forest reeks of Crimson blood.

His claws started pulling my clothes off me as others watched. What the hell is this? I quickly held my clothes, pulling it up with my hands and holding it tightly. They were perverts, perverted wolves. “Don’t touch me!” I warned with a hiss. My back was still hurting me so badly that I couldn’t concentrate on my breathing. Why is everything always affecting my breathing? They immediately shifted back to their human form with dangling dicks in front of me. “Fast strip her off!” One of them ordered as they launched at me, shredding my clothes to pieces.

“Can you do this?” A hard wipe of a sleeve. “Yeah. Okay.” They stepped—two fire teams, bounding overwatch—under the dark skirts of the trees. The first hit fell. A massive werewolf dropped from the branches like a boulder of fur and teeth, smashing into Linda. Claws tore armour like paper. She screamed, hands scrabbling at slick hide. “Help me!” Tara’s scream ripped free as the others opened up—muzzles strobing the gloom. Rounds thudded; the beast barely flinched. It bit, wrenched—Linda’s trachea came away in its jaws; a red arc painted the pavement.

I hurried to unzip his pants. With still my underwear on, my legs wrapped around his waist and I bucked up to feel his bulge. Happily, I was able to feel it and my goodness, he was already thick and deliciously long underneath his drawers. “Se...re...na...” He groaned, almost biting my lip, and then reached for my underwear. I thought he’d pull it to the side to make a clear path, but oh no, he instead ripped it to pieces. Easily. Without any hint of remorse. I didn’t need to wonder how. Heck, he was a werewolf after all.

He leaned against the doorframe like he was going to fall to the ground. I stood. We met eye contact. I asked him, “Are you alright? What happened?” “I fought off a werewolf,” he answered. His voice wasn’t all that steady. I noticed how the shirt was ripped afterward. He had to move his hand away for me to see. I stood by the couch, unable to move. He didn’t look alright. He was even paler than before and the shirt kept getting redder. He was still breathing. “Are you going to be okay?” I asked.

He looks like he wanted to devour her. “Stop looking,” she said, enough to be heard by the man. “And what would you want me to do?” “You want to come in?” she asked, teasing him. But he brushed his hand on his face, mumbling, “Hell, yeah. That’s the invite, I’ve been waiting.” Bron removed his shirt like a werewolf who wants to transform himself to an untamed beast. He threw his shirt anywhere. She heard a thud along with the cloth that dropped on the floor but she forgot about it upon witnessing such beauty.

It's very wrong that this thing misjudged me. I heard its annoyed growl as it tried to chase after me, but I could easily avoid it. I was like a shadow, and no one could ever touch a shadow. When I get bored playing with this stinky dog, I immediately jump higher than it as I quickly take out my sharp nails and swing my hand to attack the werewolf right on its shoulder near its neck. It bled as I swung my other arm, and without difficulty, my sharp nails ran through it like a blade, slicing its head off. His blood immediately splattered on my black drop seat that I had under a beige sleeveless shirt. That's why I could see his blood there, but I didn't bother to remove it because I knew it w

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.