Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

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More wolves come to heed the leader's call. His eyes roll sideways as the pale female draws alongside him, the fur along his spine lifting as she whispers in his ear. I suppose we'll find out, cherie, he purrs back, not noticing the burn of Donovan's stare on the two of them. She is attractive, and he is longing.

And then the giant speaks.

Donatien stares, his mouth slightly agape. His mouth begins to water. The broken girl pleads and he lets out a shuddering groan, feeling her cries reverberate through him. 

So hot— He is only sorry he won't get to fuck her before she's in tatters.

And he surges forward. There's screaming. . .but perhaps it's only the shriek of his own blood boiling over, hot in his veins. It all blurs anyway; the only thing that matters is the pain. The pain to give and the pain to take.

The rake seizes the other foreleg, the healthy limb, between his jaws. He bites downward, harder, harder, heart pounding as he wonders how she'll scream as it

snaps

A voice, as if underwater—

Oi! What the fuck is going on here?

Fuck fuck fuck

it doesn't matter

Nothing matters but the shattered bone and young blood in his teeth, his belly pressed against the ground, hips pumping, throbbing—

Scream, you bitch!