“I don’t want to get married,” I yawned and curled up on the lawn next to a peony bush. Especially for the dog. I'm not that desperate...

— Thomas! Well, at least you say! Richard's voice became angry.

“What the fuck is your wife with pink hair?” - a third shadow leaned over Il. “And I'm also against human females in a pack. Purity of blood, brother.

- Let's turn it ... Maaam ... So you will have a she-wolf ...

- Who are you so dumb? Thomas snorted. “You should turn your head for such a breeze.

“You show up to her again, Ree, I’ll send you to your uncle,” Bella growled in the darkness. - I spoiled you, so you suffer from garbage. I missed Felix, who was dripping with a roof, so also fiddling with a fairy? This is the last warning, my boy. I'm losing my patience.

Ilona put her hands under her head and fell into the abyss of disturbing dreams, which twisted her into a kaleidoscope of bright flashes of fear, wolf howls and roars full of hatred for her modest person.

Il hardly opened her eyes and grunted discontentedly, shaking the fir needles from her cheeks. The cloudy spots before her eyes cleared, and she snorted in fright. She woke up not in a warm soft bed, but in the middle of a coniferous forest. Lonely bright rays of the sun made their way through the dense crowns of firs and pines and lay in blots on the rare bushes of grass and moss.

“What the…” Ilona shook her head, wanting to wake up as soon as possible.

"Good morning," a soft male voice rang out over her, full of venom and malice. How did you sleep, Pinky?

I looked back, and her heart skipped a few beats. A naked Felix loomed over her with a stone riser. A rearing cock, braided with bluish wreaths, aimed its crimson head straight at the girl's forehead.

“I somehow missed the moment when we had a date,” she glanced convulsively over the tense muscular stomach and strong pectoral muscles of the man and stopped at his angry face. “Am I drunk to the point of insanity again?”

“A sense of humor is good.” The man bared his strong teeth. “Especially in your position.

- What is my position? - I crawled back to the trunk of the spruce and pressed her back into it.

She felt through the pockets of her jeans for her smartphone, and Felix nodded at the smashed phone at his sinewy legs.

The scream was stuck in her throat like a rough stone, and she could only swallow and moan hoarsely.

You are probably wondering why are you here? The man smiled slyly. “And Dickie is the only one to blame.

What Dicky? croaked Ilona and winced under Felix's unblinking gaze.

Bella is right. Fate really likes to play a joke, but you are unlikely to understand me. Everything is easier with people,” he grimaced.

“And I’ll try to understand,” I scratched her cheek.

The main thing is not to panic. Felix was both physically and emotionally aroused. An extra movement, cry or word can provoke him to monstrous acts, and the girl wanted to stay alive.

"Felix, Black Claw," the man chuckled. - A favorite of wolves and mortal women, became a victim of Richard. Son of Bella, Moonshadow.

“Very interesting,” I snorted and chewed her lips nervously.

“He is my betrothed to the Moon.” Felix's face twisted into a grimace of malice. - And I, your mother, prefer women! Bitch! Females!

Maybe you're just bi? the girl suggested cautiously. - Maybe you are ours and yours ... And there is nothing like that ...

Ours and yours? Felix croaked. “What, I’m not just talking about sex, you stupid bitch!” I certainly don't mind ripping off that bastard...

Felix pressed his hands to his forehead and groaned softly. He again stared at Ilona and took a step towards her, flexing his shoulders.

- But but but! The girl jumped to her feet and backed away from him, raising her hand in front of her. “You have to calm down and understand that I am not him, huh? I don't know what kind of relationship you have there, but I don't side with them, okay?

“Run.” Felix narrowed his eyes. - I won’t eat it, I’ll fuck it.

A deafening scream broke out of Ilona, ​​and she took off from her seat to the hysterical laughter of a naked maniac. Dry needles dug into her bare feet, she stumbled, fell and rose again to rush forward through the thorny bushes. She understood that there was nowhere to run, the forest had no end, but animal horror drove her away from the asshole, whose heavy breathing she heard behind her.

She looked around and saw no one behind her. Her legs buckled, and Ilona fell with a squeal, face down on the soft moss. There was a lone howl that filled her chest with icy shards of fear, and she ran again. Something large, wooly and black with a huge elongated wolf's muzzle jumped out from behind a thick spruce, on which yellow eyes burned with fire.

- My mother is a woman! Ilona squealed and turned right. Intestines twisted from corrosive panic, - Wake up! Bitch! Wake up! You will be eaten or fucked by a huge, damn you, dog!

“I’ll show you the dog, you vile rubbish!” the monster roared.

“This is a dream,” Ilona choked on saliva that was bitter with despair. I'm just tired, I'm just...

She stumbled with a cry and rolled head over heels down the mossy slope. Sharp stones tore the skin into blood, and with bitter sobs and screams, she froze at the cracked boulder, which grew a thin and crooked Christmas tree. The hunched monster stopped at the edge of the slope and bared its teeth.

Ilona got up on stiff legs and limped away, clutching her dislocated right arm to her body. The monster with a roar rushed down, jumped up on a stone and overtook the girl in one jump. Felix tumbled Il onto the crooked knotted roots that emerged like terrible snakes and went underground again, and closed his jaws on her nape. Sharp venomous fangs cut through the muscles of the victim, screaming in pain, and Felix shook her with a displeased growl.

“I don't like to copulate with ordinary women,” Felix hissed in her ear. “If the moon gives you the blessing of wolf blood, then you will understand what I am talking about.

The monster bounced off her and with a crunch of bones and vertebrae turned back into a man. He nervously smoothed his tousled hair and spat bloody saliva.

“Most of you just die, the others turn into wild animals that are unable to cope with the animal nature,” he bent over the moaning Il, who was on the verge of fainting. “They live a short animal life and die too. The last such loser died a hundred years ago. Only a few survive. And if you happen to win the full moon lottery, then welcome to my pack, bitch. I will lure this white asshole to me. If you are his betrothed, then I will drive the two of you under the claw. And maybe even play a wedding, huh? Bella wouldn't dare stand up to the true couple. This is how the surprise will be for this vixen! Intermarry with the Black Claw pack! You really try to survive. You don't want my dear Dickie to cry because of you, do you?

Ilona crawled into the brambles with a hoarse whisper for help. Her neck and back burned as if she had been doused with acid, and her dislocated arm shot with convulsions of pain from any careless movement. It would be better if she broke her neck in the fall. Death would be preferable to suffering, sticky horror, burning tears and screams that escaped her in silent moans.

“By the way,” Felix walked past her, “converted ladies usually give birth to healthy wolf cubs. There is a great chance that you will degenerate an alpha, which will be the beginning of a new pack.

- No wolf cubs for you, flea, - Ilona buried her nose in the wet turf.

"I'll be waiting for you, Pinky," Felix cooed.

Il's spine was pierced by a rusty arrow of pain, and with a cry she went into unconsciousness, which was pierced by shrill cries and painful sobs. She floated out of the deafening howl that tore her body apart, and again sank to the bottom into the abyss of cold horror.