THE AWAKENING

The rough growl sounding in her head shocked her when she realized it was Ulster’s single-minded thought bleeding over into her own.

Suddenly, they were linked in more than just their bodies. She caught glimpses of the world Ulster wanted to create with the power of the Prophecy and she gasped in shock at the horror he had in store for the humans.

But just as quickly as they’d joined, they were pushed apart and Cassandra was sent hurtling back to her own consciousness with a sickening lurch just in time to feel Ulster flood her womb with his poisoned seed.

She howled as he pumped deeply into her, depositing load after load inside her until she could feel it dripping from her core to the frozen ground beneath her.

She shuddered, unable to fight her body’s need for sex during the Phase.

Pleasure knifed through her as her womb contracted, sucking up all that rich thick cream inside her, drawing it past her cervix and into the safe haven of her womb.

Waves of pleasure made her whine and yip and a distant part of herself — the human part — cried in shame at her own depravity.

Ulster backed off, releasing her nape and disengaging his cock from her soaking wet core. He howled to the moon, the sound haunting and strangely possessive, as she struggled to her feet.

as her body

have

night called to her, soothing her ragged nerves with the promise of relief. She had to get away from this place of subjugation and horror. She had to find

a menacing

bared her teeth

out

true personality and her suppressed revulsion had returned with a vengeance. He

faster if she truly wanted to get away. He’d only caught her before because the Phase had taken control of her body.

and then sprang into a full-fledged run across the glen. Her feet ate up ground as she cleared large fallen trees as if they were small shrubs and her heart thrilled at the power

the ground but quickly falling behind. It was as if she had wings on her paws. She flew through the air, her lungs singing from the frigid air, yet

Jandin and Koris. They would know what to do; how to help her. At least, she hoped they would.

packs and her ignorance felt like

field and glen, the sharp night air filling

shock, more so than anything that’d happened with the others. Even with Cristophe, the pairing had been wondrous, even if she’d been confused. With Ulster…she suffered