NARRATOR

Verak walked toward the rustic tent he'd set up, thinking about how he’d handle Nana’s drama the next day.

He was a man with needs, and even though he was dying to shove his cock between Lyra’s legs, he settled for fucking the offered she-wolf from the other group.

*****

The night passed without major incidents, and just as the sun was about to rise, Verak opened his eyes. He was alone under the fur roof.

“Nana?” he called out with a raspy voice, sensing her outside.

He stepped out and found her sitting in front of the fire, roasting a piece of meat.

Even though Verak had given her a bit of his blood and she now had her wolf, she still had bruises and cuts on her body.

“Did you sleep well?” Verak sat across from her, surprised by how calmly she spoke to him.

He thought she'd be screaming like a lunatic.

“Yes, I did,” he replied, gathering his thoughts while glancing at the awakening camp.

“Nana, about last night...”

“It’s fine. I understand you needed to let off some steam,”