Page 77 of Feral Werewolves

The quarry.

We managed to get into the boat, but trying to do the oars while shifted was hell.

Paladin jumped out of it and swam. We followed suit.

We swam into the caverns, following Paladin, who led us to a small dry place, where we were able to get out of the water, shake off, and lie down on the damp rocks there.

I had lost a lot of blood, and the minute we weren’t moving, I felt all my wounds again. I tried to stay awake, but I could feel my consciousness ebbing out, a betrayal.

My last thought was that we’d run like cowards while they took our mate.

I hated myself.

clementine

I SCREAMED Alot.

The wolf that tackled me had handcuffs of all things. He had trouble using his claws to make them work, but he wasstronger than me, and he got my hands cuffed together in front of my nude body.

Then he took the chain of the cuffs in his teeth and pulled. I was lying on my back. My arms went above my head. He dragged me away, dragged me over the ground, which hurt, and the pain kept making me fuckingcome.

I was in pain and pleasure mixed, my teeth gritted together, dragged off, and I couldn’t even see what was happening to my mates. All I could see was wolf bodies, too many wolf bodies, all of them on top of each other out there in the darkness, their fur gleaming here and there in the moonlight.

He dragged me off and there was a van.

Other naked women were in there, handcuffed.

I tried to fight that, but there were other wolves, and they got me inside.

A woman was driving the van. She looked terrified or maybe angry or maybe both.

We drove off somewhere else and stopped.

It was dark and I could hear the other women breathing, and I could feel the touch of their skin here and there, but whenever we touched, we recoiled from each other.

I should talk to them,I thought.

I tried to find words.

I couldn’t.

I just went inside, deep inside, and I curled up there, within myself, as if my body was a fortress, as if I could hide there forever and never come back out again.

Eventually, the door opened, and another naked woman, also in handcuffs, was thrown in with us. She had a big gash on her face, and it was healing up before my eyes. I recognized her. She’d been one of the tithes at the first gathering I’d gone to.

We stopped once more in the dark, and they brought another woman.

Then, we drove and drove.

When we stopped this time, there were a sea of wolves outside, and they seized us by the handcuffs and pulled usall out of the van. I had the presence of mind to fight to stay on my feet and let them lead me. I didn’t want to be dragged again.

We were outside a huge house. It was in a housing development full of other huge houses, the kind of thing that they used to put up in the country before the First Full Moon. This house, though, had been built onto, and the additions were ugly and mismatched, hanging off the original construction, turning the house into some kind of Frankenstein’s monster of a house. It was all lit up and the doors were open and it seemed to pulse at me, sinister.

I didn’t want to go in there.

But we went in there.

The wolves deposited us in a big room that might once have been a living room. It had this recessed area that was made for a TV, before the TVs got flat, but there was no TV in it. There wasn’t much in the room at all. No furniture. There was carpet. It was stained.

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