Lyra

“Run, kitten.”

That’s what he said. That’s all he said. And just like that, I was gone. My entire body snapped into action like I had no control over it.

One second I was staring at him, wide-eyed and soaking wet, my legs barely working because he had just finger-fucked my soul out of my body under a tree.

The next second, I was shifting. Fur rushed over my skin like a second orgasm, my bones cracked, my teeth sharpened, and my paws slammed into the forest floor so hard I actually startled a few birds out of the trees.

And then I ran.

I didn’t look back. I...