Kierra

As it turns out, he wasn't walking because he was tired, but to prolong my getting home, waiting for the moon to rise. His letting me outrun him using up more of my energy and wearing me down. At this point even my inner she-wolf is riled, the feeling of pups I tried sending to him getting her attention. Left alone offspring could very quickly translate to dead offspring.

I tear through the wooded area, getting to the open meadow before I feel him at my tail. His long legs doing him proud as he keeps at me. I don't even have the option of diving through small areas to lose him since I need to stick to one direction.

He barrels into me from the side, knocking me off course as I go down hard in the tangling grasses. I stay there a second to make sure nothing is broken before I stand. Ignoring him and taking off again, only getting maybe a yard before he knocks into me again. I twist and snap at him as we collide, vicious snarls come from me as my temper reaches the boiling point.

He backs off a step, eyes widening a little before they harden. His lips pull back in his own snarls as he tries to bully me into staying down, but I'm having none of it. Ears pull back tight to my head as I lunge at him, not even caring about his size, using it to my advantage as I come in low under his body.

Acting like I'm going for a leg, but maneuvering my frame under his just enough that I can come up hard and fast, flipping him from underneath. My shoulders colliding hard with his ribs, a bruising force that he will definitely feel later. Keeping with the motion as he tumbles, my body jumps away and continues my run towards home.

If he leaves me no choice, I will go upright monster on his ass and take my chances. Hightailing it through the rest of the field, pushing myself harder and harder for speed, the need to get home is paramount in my head. Going headlong into another wooded area and staying as close to trees as I can, not wanting to be knocked to the side again, I hear him gaining fast.

Flying out through the edge of this area right into farmland that I recognize, it's still a mile or so from home, but now I know where I am, and that's a whole lot better than where I was five minutes ago. My elation is cut short as I feel needles sinking into my rump. Yelping as I'm pulled down, teeth clamp at my nape edging close to my shoulder, deep into the flesh as I try to keep my balance. I wince in pain, my body's instinct to go limp, only for a moment, but that's all he needs.

The strange giant wolf straddles my body, his fore-paws grip my hips and pull back hard. This is so not happening. I refuse to let it. His hips buck forward, but miss his mark since I keep my tail down, tucked close and in the way. Teeth sink deeper into flesh till they almost meet in the middle.

Fuck this.

I reach within me, calling on my wolf for help, picturing it in my head as I keep my body low. I keep the energy low-key so he doesn't catch on right away, his dominance bearing down and filling my head with need as his body tries to align with mine. I can't control my center from going damp, so I use the fear of that to my advantage as it spurs my shifting.

My limbs elongate as muscle builds into thick ropes. I cry out in pain as my contorting frame pushes me up just enough for him to stab deep. The breath leaves my body in a rush, leaving my lungs clenching in pain. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no virgin by any means, but getting raped by a fucking huge ass Werewolf is so not my idea of a good time.

He lunges forward again, tearing into my body as it writhes below him. I'm not sure if he realizes what I'm doing yet, so caught up in the sexual frenzy he's in. I'm able to knock him off course before his next lunge. Long legs coil tight under me while my arms stay hidden close to my chest. He finally catches on to what I've been doing, hard to hide now since my body is growing taller, my overall shape changing enough for him to feel it.

Can feel his energy gather as he himself starts to shift. Doesn't stop his wayward hips from connecting once more though in his flurry of thrusting, inner walls clenching and tearing as he forces through. A yelp explodes from me before I can smother it, the sound urging his hips faster. The invasion of my body ignites my burning rage into an icy frigidness, the type of cold that fills the dark. I can feel his body morphing fast, but mine has just completed.

His teeth are still buried in fur that has moved to be around the middle of my shoulders, so I reach over my head and flip his growing body off me just in time to keep him from knotting, sealing himself inside my form. The sharp tooth-filled maw shreds through my thicker fur as he's dragged from it. My long, sharp claws have pierced his neck in my grab, so I clench tighter. With the unexpected move, he lands flat on his back, the male's body indeed becoming a lot larger than my own. I need to get this over with quick or I'm so gonna lose.

He lays there dazed for a second, trying to clear his fogged, lust-filled brain. That provides plenty of time to orient myself and pounce, the cold filling me directing my movements. With all his tender bits exposed and pulsing, I drag one large clawed hand down his face as the other swipes at his groin.

My angle is all wrong to castrate him, but I still do a lot of damage. A howl of pain sounds, his body fast as he pulls himself up and back. My claws had made deep furrows in his face, exposing the bone around his right eye, not sure if the orb is punctured, but I seriously hope so.

With his face and groin covered in blood, he faces me. I can just imagine what others must be thinking with all the noise we've been making; vicious snarls, growls, howls, and roars are what fill my ears, coming from us both as we clash. I don't let him get too far from me, lunging in low, using the strong springs in my legs to propel me forward. No skill but that of instinct and rage driving me.

My claws go for his belly as my teeth go for his chest. If I'm around seven-foot, he has to be over eight. Hunching over as he tries to defend himself, the male catches my hands before I reach his stomach, but my teeth manage to find purchase in the heavy muscles of his chest. I push my weight into his body, aiming to throw him off balance, that doesn't work however as his own teeth find the thick skin around my neck.

The heavier body is steady and solid as a damn tree as he pulls my arms out to either side, exposing my chest and abdomen. My teeth grind into his pectorals, pulling and tearing at the flesh beneath the thin fur that has yet to finish growing in while he does the same at my neck. I lose the use of my hands, but I still have feet, a fact which I point out to him.

Bringing up a leg fast, I lash out at his still exposed groin with my toe claws, raking downward once and able to get a slash in at his inner thigh before he literally tosses me away from him. I land hard on my rear end, my tail screeching out a protest. I hurriedly raise to a low crouch, watching and waiting for his next move, not wanting to get caught again if I go in close.

Both of us are breathing heavily as we face-off, lips drawn back from our bared fangs. A type of posturing in and of itself. So focused on him I almost miss the dark blur that comes flying out of nowhere and latches on to the cream-colored nightmare.

A large mass of black fur rips up the front of the Werewolf before me, and just as fast as it came in, it's gone. Gaping claw and tooth wounds cover the cream's inner thighs, lower belly, and sides. He screams out a howl and jumps away.

My eyes try to stay on him, but also try to find this new threat as I move back. Darkness surrounds me as the moon is covered in clouds, still being able to see just fine, but still not finding the black wraith.

The giant Were is covered in blood, no longer looking a cream and tan color as much as a ruddy Arizona mud. Blue eyes search just as mine are while he backs away, hands out to his sides to brace himself for anything else incoming. I growl low and mean, reminding him that I'm still a threat in my own right. His ears pull back tight to his skull and eyes glare at me with promised retribution before he turns and races off in the opposite direction.

Nice. He's the one who rapes me yet I get blamed for his insides about to spill out. How's that for fucked up.

Too exhausted to attempt to follow, I look around hastily for any other possible threats. Nothing moves, not even the grass. There's no wind, no scent but that for the carnage that fills my nose. I stand there and relearn how to breathe while blood flows down the sides of my neck, back, and thighs. It burns, but the blood flow isn't heavy enough to be serious, he wasn't trying to kill me. I'm pretty sure he wants to now, so I have to keep extra vigilant.

Yippee.

Not wanting to think about the soreness in my own groin, I turn and head home. Keeping to the heavier shadows, running easily even if a bit sluggishly. The adrenaline rush fading fast as all I want is to get home and check on Bastion.

Guilt fills me with shame, that sweet kid so does not need the crap I keep putting him through. He deserves so much better, and I will give him better. When this full moon shit is over, I'm going to make a call.

I come up on the dirt road that leads onto my property, not caring about anything at that moment, I walk along it to get home. My body is rapidly slowing down from everything I've put it through, so I change my earlier thought of using boundary stakes and orange tape to a large ass electric fence. A snort escapes me, knowing that I would never restrict my freedom that way. Maybe a tracking chip?

I step onto the porch, almost collapsing against the door. Hitting it hard, blood smears on the door frame. Eyes close while I focus on breathing, not even hearing the door open at first. Only opening my yellow eyes when I catch his scent.

He tries to look so grown up as he looks at me with a face that's probably supposed to look stern, but his big worried eyes kind of ruin the effect. Neither of us says a thing as he pushes open the screen and I stumble through. Going for the basement door immediately and almost falling down the stairs, I just make it over to the corner that the nest had been made in and fall into it.

Nothing is said about the blood on my neck or the large portion matting the fur on my chest. No words are spoken about the crimson trails leading down my back or rear end. Eyes see, but are kept averted from the streaks going down my inner thighs.

Passing out almost instantly, I don't hear or notice as Bastion follows after me. Locking us in, the key securely around his neck as he comes over, sits down Indian style, and pulls my head into his lap. Small hands smooth the fur on my face as he whispers to me of a story he'd made up.

~

The following day and night yield no outside surprises, only going upstairs during the day and only when I have to relieve myself and shower. Bastion would go up and grab food for us both, then come back. I stay pretty subdued during the duration of the moon. Finding myself randomly crying or wanting to see Asher, yet refusing to see him during the day.

I keep up with my attempts to reach my sister, at one point Bastion had exclaimed at me, finding blood flowing from my nose and ears as I tried forcing my brain to find and follow hers. I was close, right there, but it felt like she was keeping me out. That more than anything has me gasping with tears flowing hot down my wolfen face.

Was she hating and blaming me so much that she won't even let me help? Will she allow me to find her? Does my little sister not want to be found?

I shake my head furiously, causing my head to pound. I will find her. She can hate me all she wants, after I know she's safe.