Clara shuddered as she felt the raspy tongue of her previous attacker run over the wounds he had inflicted on her back and neck during the night. It was already dawn, that was what the little light coming into that room told her. However, it was still dark for her. She lay in a shaking ball in the corner, her body aching, her insides torn from the knot she had tried to pull out only causing herself more damage than she had done, and the wolf's semen still dripping disgustingly from her sex. Moaning low with her head hidden between her legs wanting the world to end for her.

She had been brutally raped by another wolf. She had not been taken by his mates,

The heat had subsided significantly given the fluid flowing inside her that would calm her until the night where the symptoms would return. The thought of going through the same thing made her almost start sobbing.

She squirmed more and tried to melt into the wall trying to run away from the tongue of the wolf that seemed insistent on