The time has come.

The windows in the small house go out: it opens onto the courtyard. Even though tonight is the night

In fairness, and no one in their right mind will step outside the security perimeter, Cloud can't miss his SPECIAL time, and that's good for me.

I pull my hoodie up sharply, and the cool autumn wind hits my bare chest. In response, stubble immediately appears on it, which grows every millisecond - adrenaline pushes for rapid cell regeneration, and I also turn into a beast.

There is no cold, just as there is no whole surrounding reality. There is only me and HE. My personal enemy.

I can smell rather than see: they kicked an elk out of the paddock especially for him. In honor of the holiday, the one I'm waiting for apparently decides to taste the blood and meat of a larger animal than usual. And he runs not alone, but with his wife - a white she-wolf.

There is no security: she stays in the house, keeping an eye on the guests, who hide like rats from their pursuers on the Night of Justice, so that no one would guess that their leader, a well-known member of society, a slick adviser to the mayor, is an ordinary sadist and pervert.

Darkness plays into my hands. The smell of an animal that was deliberately wounded to provoke the smell of flowing blood fills his lungs. But I'm not distracted. My beast is subordinated to another goal, and I clearly follow it.

I look at the footprints, barely noticeable on the ground and the crushed withered grass, I read the story that unfolds in front of me.

At first, the wolves run after each other, but then something happens, and he jumps on her back, presses her to the ground. With every fiber I can smell his wild excitement here. He is drunk with hunting, the smell of blood that filled the forest. The wolf knows that prey will not escape him, therefore he allows himself sexual games. But the she-wolf breaks free and runs. Randomly, wildly, rushing from side to side.

A warm footprint in the ground tells me that he overtakes her again, subduing her by force, biting her at the withers. The she-wolf resists, and from that he strongly squeezes his fangs, bleeding. There are also pieces of white wool, stained with brown blood. Looks like Cloud's prey is being heavily punished.

But I hear a rustle a little further, and I hurry in that direction. I run, pushing off with my paws from the frozen earth that is urine. I know that my enemy will be vulnerable, and right now I can take revenge on him. Fangs itch in anticipation. The blood boils, the lungs seem to want to jump out of the sternum.

I pass the last obstacle - I jump over a fallen log - and I see THEM.

The she-wolf became a woman, and he also reincarnated as a man. Their white, naked bodies gleam dangerously in the timid light of the moon, breaking through the branches of gloomy trees.

He holds it in front of him, practically facing me. With one hand he winds her long dark hair around his fist, with the other he holds it under her stomach. She trembles and her full breasts sway at his movements, her mouth curved in a silent scream.

There is a murderous cocktail of smells in the clearing: passion, lust, fear, blood.

Suddenly, Cloud pushes the woman hard, causing her to double over and enter her, pounding hard from behind with her enraged cock. She practically jumps in time with him, and he enjoys dominance: pulls a fist with hair up like a puppet, and she arches like a cobra, exposing her neck, through which her own blood flows.

She cannot scream: it is clear that the pain is tearing to madness strongly: her eyes are rolling like crazy. He snarls in pleasure, and from what hurts her, he experiences even more pleasure. At some point, he even rolls his eyes, ramming her insides with all his might and feeling the vibrations of her horror.

God knows how long he will fuck her like this, I need to hurry anyway. I go around them on wolf paws in a circle, aim to jump at him from the back and bite through the carotid artery.

But suddenly Cloud growls at the whole forest, throwing his head back:

- You are mine, mine! My! You belong to me! Yes? Answer: yes?

"Ddda," she wheezes, half strangled by his efforts.

- Forever! You are only mine! Moe…” He pushes his ass back a little and immediately slams into her again with a powerful jerk, catching a moan of pain. - I! My! I won't give you up to anyone! Neither - to - mu!

The muscles of the back walk in a frantic rhythm, and it seems to be like lightning in the middle of the forest - the same impetuous and formidable, solid and terrible.

But not for me.

I take a run to strike from behind, and suddenly something happens that I do not expect, attracted only by Cloud: a driven deer from the other side knocks me down with all its might. The speed with which the animal ran justifies itself: the powerful body of the animal seems to knock the spirit out of me at full gallop.

Heck.

Cloud comes abruptly, growls, and I can see from below how he turns into a wolf, still looming over the naked woman. The deer explodes and runs in the other direction, Cloud follows him, and I lie motionless, watching her roar with her head thrown back. In her moan - fear, pain, rage, desecrated honor and dignity, and a lot more.

But I don't give a shit about her. Cloud is gone.

You need to get it at any cost. Destroy morally as he destroyed me.

And, looking at the one he fucked so passionately, I understand WHAT I need to do. To take what he holds dear and take revenge in the same way that he ruined my life.

Amalia

An unusual, strange smell disturbs and excites. Not immediately, but I feel someone else's presence and react quickly and clearly, despite the violence I just experienced. Another violence. And therefore I do not even draw in air through my nose, but think only about how I can avoid meeting with the enemy.

Inside, everything hurts and melts, every movement causes unbearable torment, and I try to reincarnate as a she-wolf as soon as possible. I manage to do it almost immediately. And as soon as the tips of my ears are covered with the last hair, I jump in the air and rush forward at the speed of light, to the house, to where there is protection. An unknown beast is chasing me, but I am more cunning: I know this forest like the back of my hand, and if it runs without looking at the road, I run aimingly, clearly, accurately.

It's dark, gouge out your eyes. But it suits me. I run, and the thought throbs in my head: did Cloud really decide to get rid of me and give me to an even bigger beast than himself? From this guess, the back grows cold and claws are released. I tuck my tail in fear, but I decide: this is not the time to mourn my fate.

Maybe the pursuit of me will excite the male, and he will decide to recoup me with more cruelty, so I diligently accelerate. In the house, at least for a few minutes, a shelter awaits me, and there I will think of something. Always thought of. Therefore, she is still alive, despite all the efforts of Cloud.

A howl is heard in the distance: the husband is cracking down on a downtrodden deer. I thank God that he jumped out so on time to the clearing and diverted his attention to himself. While Cloud is chasing prey, I can regenerate as a wolf. Despite being chased by an unknown beast, I smirk. It's gone. Usually, Cloud likes to have sex while handling an animal. A terrible and bloody sight. He's a bloody psycho, a blood-crazed jerk who should be in a vet or a psych ward.

But nothing. The time will come…

I press my paw on the cache in the grass and the gate opens. Fine. I have exactly three seconds to sneak into the protected area. And this time is enough for me.

Once - I run to the gate, through which electricity is started up.

Two - I take a step inside.

Three - I hear them close behind me with a sharp clang, almost hitting the tip of their tail.

Four - already on human legs I walk to the guest house, where a shower and an evening dress are waiting for me. Chosen, of course, by Cloud.