Page 7 of Lycan

My voice stuck in my throat as my brain went into flight and I started to drag myself backwards, my limp, agonized leg leaving a trail of blood. He snarled again and I stopped moving.

I watched him with bated breath. His head had lowered as he eyed me menacingly, looking on the verge of pouncing. He panted; fur lifting on the back of his neck, his eyes glowing brightly to the point that it hurt to look at him.

His large, white teeth were bared, and he hadn’t moved. He regarded me without expression, and I couldn’t help but feel his derision.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and dripped off my chin. Still, he just watched me as if he were about to tear out my throat. This was it for me. Once I was dead, Pam and Jason would be next.

My throat closed to the point that it hurt to breathe. At least I wouldn’t live to see my family killed.

“I-I was just trying to help you.” Words tumbled free, half-hiccupped from my crying. My leg burned so badly.

I clasped the top of my thigh with a wince. There was no sight of the bandage I’d wrapped around my leg earlier, so thescratches were exposed. The ripped fabric must have landed in some dark corner of the shack. Thin lines . . . maybe the cuts weren’t as deep as I thought.

He rose to his hind legs, looming over me until his antlers touched the ceiling. His body curved forward because of the joint at his foot that elongated and stretched to give him the agility to be on all fours and to straighten bipedally with ease. In two wide steps he was in my face.

I squeezed my eyes tight. His warm breath fluttered my hair back . . .

SIX

FENRIR

I cocked my head,studying the flinching human. A scent emitted from her and burned my nose with each inhale. I sneezed to rid myself of the smell. Bitterness mingled with the sweet scent she carried. Human fear had a distinct scent, but unlike the revelry I felt in smelling other human’s fear, hers burned.

She breathed harshly. Her leg gushed blood. I could easily rip her head off and feast on her flesh. I’d done it plenty of times and this one had done much worse than the ones I’d devoured.

How dare she touch me without my allowing it?

I licked my incisors as I dropped to all fours. Such a small human, I could swallow her in two bites.

I breathed out, and the fur atop her head fluttered around her strange face. Still, she remained unmoving and trembling, her eyes shut until little furrows appeared. The liquid dripping off her face caused my hunger to swell.

I opened my maw, twisting my head to envelop her throat. A small whimper fell from her. I could end her now, and gain strength to find more meals. All I had to do was sink my teeth into her and hear the satisfying pop of her skin giving way.Another of her weak sounds assaulted my ears and I snarled, backing away from her.

“Silence.”

She jolted.

The ones that I had been exposed to did not cause me to hunger this way.

If I devoured her . . . I would no longer have the sweet taste between her legs, or even the one leaking from her face.

I would never find it again once I tore her head off.

A growl vibrated my chest. I succumbed to the urge to run my tongue across her face to take the wet from her eyes. I ignored her gasp.

I cocked my head. Why would I want to lick it off? Clean her like she was my cub . . . no, as if she were my female? I sniffed her.

A visceral need throbbed through my cock. I breathed her in again, burying my muzzle into her neck. An urge to rut her gripped my cock. Heaviness collected down at my slit. My hidden sex throbbed, growing from the apex of my thighs. It emerged from my slit, ready and hard for her. The glistening member expanded until it was painfully hard, throbbing, and leaking at the tip.

She pulled this reaction of my cock only from a thought. I loomed over her, preparing to use her to sate these newfound rutting urges.

She flinched back and her expression scrunched as a sharp yelp slipped free of her small muzzle.

In pain?

She cradled her leg, curling forward. Akin to a wounded creature protecting themselves. I reached for her human paw and pulled it up to see what she hid.

She screamed, but it was easy to ignore. Blood dripped to the floor and puddled under her. The bottom of the ripped cloth shewore had become stained in bright human blood. Too much for her to survive if it continued. The human would not last long with her life blood leaking from her.

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