THE AWAKENING

Noooo! Her heartbeat thundered so hard against her chest bone she thought she might die.

The heat was almost consuming her and as much as she needed sex, she couldn’t allow Ulster to plant his seed in her belly! His son — their son — would bring about the end of the world as they knew it.

She couldn’t allow that to happen! With the last bit of herself clinging to reason, she reared back and punched Ulster in the face with every ounce of strength she had.

A soft crack from a broken nose sounded in the still room and she sprang from his hold.

He roared as blood streamed down his face and she ran blindly down the dim hallway, trying to recall where she saw the door.

The adrenalin pumping through her body was spreading the Phase through her blood like poison.

Her temperature was dangerously high. She might die if she didn’t get what her body needed, but she couldn’t allow Ulster to impregnate her.

She felt a prickling across her nerve endings and her bones started to scream in protest as something horrifying began to happen within her body.

“You’re changing,” Arja’s awed voice cut through the red haze beginning to permeate her vision.

“What’s wrong with me?” Cassandra cried, but her voice was rapidly cut off by the elongating of her canines as they ripped through the gums.

screamed but it sounded more like a wild growl. She dropped to all fours and her bones cracked

female voices whispered in fear. “What’s going on? What’s

the worn fabric beneath her sensitive paws made her lift

to feel the night air and taste the moonlight cascading through the dirty windows. The compulsion to run made her whine and pace, her head down low and menacing at the men who continued to stare

saw things in variations of color and

transformation while Ulster simply

encased his body, ebbing and flowing like ripples

looked like the

Breeder will be like no other, the color of pale moonlight…” Ulster intoned, his eyes glowing. Cassandra caught her reflection in the

eyes stared back at her. She yipped and backed away from the

and sent the women scattering in fear. Ulster’s skin split and

wait to see what he had planned — she could guess — and

the ground with ease but Ulster had quickly followed her out the window. She could sense his urgency, his lust for power, in the way he dogged her, refusing to let her

arced through her at being chased so ardently. She could only imagine it was the influence of the

voice whispered, urging her to

panic, don’t do this! Ulster was everything she hated — malicious, abusive, and power hungry — why