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.

of her thoughts and feelings, even as her body continued to rock with subtle pleasurable waves from

have I

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 way to prevent Ulster

menacing

teeth in

the fuck out

Phase, appeased by the seed in her body, had loosened the grip on her true personality and her suppressed revulsion had

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

ate up ground as she cleared large fallen trees as if they were small shrubs

as if she had wings on her

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

between the warring packs

as her feet continued to carry her across field and glen, the sharp night air filling her lungs with sweet power, she

in a state of shock, more so than anything that’d happened with the others. Even with Cristophe, the pairing had been wondrous, even if she’d been