Ankyra Sound This is it, the apocalypse.

Nyx flared temper did little to sway the wolf whose limbs remained locked around her waist, and the fleeting moment of hostility was swept away as though it never happened. Muscles tensed and her claws rooted in the sand as the pallid Beta shimmied forward until the warmth of his thighs met hers, fitting her into a place that she was certain had been moulded for her.

She sucked in a sharp breath as Lycaon met his mark and they joined together. Their bodies writhed against one another, electricity coursing the tawny Ostrega's veins with every stroke. Lust clouded her senses entirely and the world faded away, her focus solely on there and now - on achieving the heightened satisfaction that she so desperately craved, no matter the cost.