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.

feelings, even as her body continued to rock with subtle pleasurable waves from their coupling.

God, what have I done?

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

menacing stance, sensing her

bared her teeth in answer.

fuck out of

had loosened the grip on her true personality and her suppressed revulsion had returned with a vengeance. He stalked her and she backed away, baring her teeth as she

truly wanted to get away. He’d

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 in

quickly falling behind. It was as if she had wings on her paws. She flew through

find Jandin and Koris. They would know what to do; how to help her. At least, she hoped they would. There was so little she understood about

nothing about the history between the warring packs

field and glen, the sharp night air

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 a shudder