A snip of writing, reads: She moved the arm cushioning your forehead to stroke a claw down the side of your face. You spit out the last of the leaves. “Leaves. In my mouth.” “Nasty,” she cackled harshly. Her hand explored farther down, the claw gentle against your cheek and then clacking against the chain around your throat. She picked it up and let it drop against your collar bone. “Pretty collar, Kitten,” she growled against your ear and all of your hair stood on end. “Fuck you,” you coughed back. “And I thought I was the ruthlessly impatient one…” She pressed her thigh between your legs, spreading them with your ass in the air and curled over you so one hand still held you up and the other clawed at your clothing. “Hang on I like that-” you began as her claws tore open the back of your shirt.
A snip of writing, reads: Her howl was right behind you then, vicious and hungry. Her laughter that choked the note of the howl was deranged. Claws slashed through tree bark, branches broke. She wasn’t tracking like a predator chasing prey. She was chasing like a predator scaring prey. Like only humans did. You told yourself not to look back. Looking back only slowed you down, she’d warned you. Her flannel was torn around the shoulders where it’d stretched to fit her new broader form. Her fishnets were torn to shreds, barely clinging on and catching on branches as she pursued. The skirt she’d worn over them and her tank top were the only things still intact. If a pointed wolf’s muzzle was staring you down as she vaulted over the four foot high fallen tree you’d skittered around, it would be a comically bad horror flick. But those teeth shone in slivers of moonlight filtered under tree coverage and storm clouds.
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