Haunted Wood Lighters

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She should have chosen Option B (flight) immediately, because Goober took advantage of her confusion and hesitation and before Wildfire could draw three breaths, she was suddenly beneath him. His legs wound around her waist, gripping her body tightly despite Wildfire's writhing. Her instincts screamed, though somehow no sounds came out of her mouth. She struggled in silence, the only noise the painful clicking of her throat.

But when his body invaded hers, a cry of pain wrenched from her, bouncing off the nearby trees. She began bucking all the more wildly, likely doing more damage to herself, but she was desperate to get him off her, out of her. No matter how hard she fought, though, Goober overpowered her with frightening ease, huffing, puffing and grunting over her.

She hit a point where she was tempted to go still and let it happen, so maybe it would be over sooner. But the typically peaceable she-wolf couldn't let that happen. In fact, her lips suddenly wrinkled back from her teeth and she twisted her slim body in half, ears disappearing against the top of her head as she tried to sink her teeth into one of the forelegs locked around her hips.