Page 13 of Wolf Proclaimed

"That's it... I'm... I’m." My wolf howled as I arched my back. As my body erupted in an orgasm, I tightened against his shaft. Dimitri pushed one last time, launching as deep into me as possible.

Dimitri gripped the arm of the couch above my head. He groaned as his body seized, his hips only moving enough to keep my orgasm going, feeling his cock releasing inside me.

We held each other for several moments until our heat subsided. Then we looked at each other and started to laugh. Theon was kissing my lips softly. "That was amazing."

"You guys were amazing... I've been so..." before I could finish my thought, one of the men appeared with a basin of warm water and another with fluffy towels. I leaned back as they bathed me entirely before I fell asleep.

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"Wake up, sleepy head!" Dmitri's words were soft and gentle. "You need to eat.

After getting dressed, I sat down at the table and found myself talking about my sisters without really thinking about it.

As I ate the simple meal before me, the memories flooded in. My sisters—the ones I was born to protect, the ones I now had such conflicted feelings about. Their faces swam before my eyes, and suddenly, I was speaking about them.

My words started innocently, recalling shared moments and familiar banter, but something shifted. As if a switch had been flipped, my wolf side stirred, its raw power seeping into my thoughts, tainting them with a wild, uncontrolled intensity. Suddenly, I was ranting about my sisters, not with the fondness of sibling love but with a savage fury.

"I need to kill them," I snarled, the words ripping from my throat with such force that it left me breathless. The world seemed to tilt once again, my emotions spiraling out of control. I stood abruptly, the chair clattering to the floor, the noise echoing in the small cabin.

Theon and Dmitri froze, their eyes wide with shock. Then, as if jolted into action, they moved. Theon was on his feet, reaching for me, while Dmitri jumped up, his chair toppling backward.

"No, Mira!" Theon shouted, his voice carrying a note of desperation. But his words fueled my rage, igniting a fire I couldn't control.

I was lost, consumed by my fury. Their pleas were drowned out by the cacophony in my head. I lunged towards the door, intending to run, to let my wolf side loose again. But Dmitri was faster. He caught me by the waist, pulling me back.

I thrashed in his grip, the wolf in me challenging his hold. He grunted, his arms tightening around me. Together with Theon, they wrestled me to the ground, their bodies pinning me down.

I was a captive again much like the scene atop the mountain inside Petra's tent.

They were speaking, their voices filled with concern and fear, but their words were like distant echoes, barely making it through the roar in my head. I was spiraling, falling into an abyss, my sanity slipping away. And all they could do was hold me, trying to anchor me in the storm of my own making.

Later in the day, following that chaotic event, everything seemed like a blur. Trapped in my mind, haunted by my wolf side's thirst for blood, I decided to feign madness, hoping to push the trio of men away to protect them from my destructive nature. It was the most I could do, the only control I felt I had left.

Theon and Dmitri visited me inside my room back in Bastian's cabin, their concerned faces peering down at me as I lay on the bed. I put on my best show, my wolf side providing a convenient mask for my pretense. But no matter how convincing I thought I was, one person was not fooled: Bastian.

Unlike the others, Bastian never tried to engage me in conversation. Instead, he brought me small comforts. First, it was a handful of wildflowers that he painstakingly braided into my hair, their sweet scent mingling with the earthy smell of his hands. In the late afternoon, it was a story from his childhood, a tale of innocence and joy, so foreign yet somehow familiar.

Through his simple gestures, I began to see a different side of him. He wasn't the enemy I had painted him to be. There was a kindness in him, a gentleness that managed to penetrate the thick walls I had erected around myself.

With each passing hour, I became more drawn to him. His stories brought a sense of normalcy to my otherwise tumultuous existence. Slowly, my perception of Bastian started to shift. The realization dawned on me: he meant me no harm.

In the soft glow of the setting sun, I found the courage to share a part of myself. A story from my past, a tale of a little girl who felt destined to wither and die. A part of me that, even now, seemed destined to be swallowed by my wolf side.

He listened in silence, his expression soft. When I finished, his eyes held a new understanding. Something shifted between us, an unspoken bond forming.

As the moon rose high above the forest canopy, he made a decision that startled me.

Bastian realized that my witch side, the part of me I was neglecting, needed to be understood and nurtured. He decided to find my mother, Gretel. The very thought made my heart race with fear and anticipation.

And not long after, Bastian left the village with a promise to return soon, leaving me alone with my thoughts as he tucked me into bed.

Chapter Seven

Moonlit Vows: Unforeseen Destiny

Mira

Days later, when Bastian returned, I observed his tall silhouette moving against the shimmering backdrop of the firelight. The sight triggering emotions I had long tried to suppress.

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