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"Horrible place." I muttered, though it was really half a yell to be sure I'd be heard. I fanned myself, the sun making it too warm on the mountainside in all my decorative, winter finery. Next week we would switch to my Spring wardrobe, at which point I would be far too cold in the mornings and evenings until we moved into Summer.

"Well then go sit at camp." Harold told me, voice a bit harsh. We'd been here almost a week now, and he was losing patience with me. I bitterly thought that was a good thing, he could go ahead and take his lovely dark hair and light colored eyes and find himself some other woman of lesser quality.

"It's far too cold at camp." I told him tersely. "And there is nothing at all to distract me there. At least here I can see some different scenery."

"And get yourself killed. This is a hunting party, Imava." Harold told me, as though I didn't know.

I laughed at him. "Oh come now Harold, you don't really expect to find any monsters from Hell do you?" My voice was all sweet condescension and I laughed again. He jerked his pony's reins and rode angrily to put some distance between us.

"Imava, Ava, be kind to your future husband. Please." My father pleaded with me, coming up beside me from behind.

I made a lady-like, high pitched grunt of refusal. "I'll be nice to him when he deserves it."

My father let out an exasperated sigh. "I've seen other young women, and they're none as painfully ill mannered as you are. If your mother were here ..."

I turned my pony sharply away from him. I hated it when he brought her up, as though it were my fault she'd died when I was young and hadn't been around to help control me. "I'm going back to camp." I informed him sharply, having to yell as our ponies continued in opposite directions.

I steamed as I rode on. I was always angry about something, the clothing I had to wear and how impractical it was, the fashionable clothing I didn't have because my own were 'beautiful' and didn't I hate anything I was bought anyway? I was angry about how I was treated whenever we went anywhere, even though my clothing was impractical for hunting, and I would have screamed to see something shot through anyway. My own sphere of dances, tea gatherings, and garden views was too boring. Hunting and other male activities kept beyond my reach or dulled down whenever I was allowed to attend. And I didn't care to be reminded that if I were complaining during a dulled down hunt, I'd be a wreck during a real one.

I pulled my pony to a stop suddenly, realizing I had no idea where I was. I looked around, now angry at the mountain for whatever trick it'd played on me. Then I decided I did know where I was, I just needed to go over that way. I kept up this sort of denial for a while, deciding I knew where I was headed even when I didn't. When my bizarre path took me into a small valley with trees, I realized it was actually getting dark, evening. I found a small stream in the shallow valley and dismounted. I allowed the pony to drink, finally feeling frightened on my own two legs in the middle of the mountains that were supposed to be the barrier between us humans and Hell. It was ridiculous to think there were monsters living in these mountains, wasn't it?

I found the emergency flasks and food they'd strapped to my pony. If there'd been anyone there to complain to, I would have. I didn't mind the dried meat and fruit really, but it was below me to be eating such nonsense when there were plenty of better things to be had. My pony also carried a knife and the supplies to build a fire, but I had no idea how to use them. For a while I refused to give it a shot, instead kicking at the ground in frustration and calling for the people I'd left somewhere far off.

Finally I started trying to get a fire going, somewhat earnestly as the sun dropped and the temperature quickly followed suit. It took me a long time, but I got a very pitiful fire started. I wrapped the blanket on the pony around myself and hovered over the pathetic flame, trying desperately to get it going into something more sustaining.

I looked up to the sky and let out an exasperated sigh as the full moon peeked down at me from the star strewn heavens above. It was dark and dreary, but it would have been darker if the moon weren't so bright and full. I supposed that was one good thing amidst a crowd of boredom, tedium, and awfulness.

I was crouching over the fire again when a howl split the night, shattering the noises of the woods and driving even the persistent early-season insects into complete silence. I'd heard wolves before, howling in their cages at the traveling shows that sometimes visited, and while this was similar, it was decidedly more beastian and horrifying. The way the sound bounced off the hills around me it was impossible to tell just how close it had been, but it seemed close. Terrifyingly close.

Brentha, the pony, shook herself and stomped the ground after a moment of stillness. I knew her well enough that I got up and went to her. It was good to be close to something large and friendly anyway. I shivered, and realized how big a difference the fire was making. Wolves wouldn't come close to the fire anyway right? Well, not a big one maybe. I looked at my poor excuse for an attempt. It had actually gotten a little bigger when I'd stopped attending it, that was how good I was at building a fire. It had to have been a wolf, didn't it? I thought again of the monsters, they said those came in the form of wolf-like creature sometimes.

When the howl didn't come again immediately, and the other sounds of the small valley started up again for the time being, I relaxed a little. I allowed myself a little laugh at myself for being so worried. I put a larger stick on the fire, since it seemed to be doing a bit better. "It probably just sounded a little off because it'd been bouncing around the mountain for a while." I told Brentha, smiling at her. "We'll be alright, just you see." I said to her, quickly pushing off the fears I'd felt onto the pony.

A loud crack sounded from the wood like a branch being snapped in half, followed by more rustling and then the world got quiet around me again. An owl nearby had been calling into the night every few seconds, but he went silent. Brentha began to snort and paw at the ground, her eyes rolling as she pulled against the binding of her reigns.

I tried to hold her, but she was normally such a calm thing when close to people I wasn't expecting it. I also wasn't used to any kind of struggle, let alone keeping a powerful pony at my side. She tugged and shook, then bolted with the intent of dragging me through the woods if I wouldn't let go. I let her go quickly, but still had to run several feet back to the fire. I was frightened, dragged into the dark like that temporarily. I had to collect my blanket on the way, and then I wrapped myself in it tightly, as if I might hide in it. Of course, it was far too small for that. I kept thinking maybe I heard a noise in that direction, or another, but there wasn't anything when I looked and I stopped daring to look, hiding my face in the blanket.

A roar tore through the night again, this time so loud that it felt like it shook the air around me. I couldn't help but pull down the blanket long enough to peek out in the direction the sound had come. I didn't see anything. I looked as hard as I could, trying to penetrate the blackness with my eyes, but it was impossible, and then something caught my attention. The glint of two reflecting eyes out in the dark just beyond the range where the fire reached. As I watched they blinked and then refocused on me. They were too high off the ground to be a wolf, and too reflective to be a man's eyes.

I sucked in a sharp breath and fell backward onto one hand, boots kicking at the ground as I struggled to get to my feet. I kept my eyes on the creature's, until I realized it might not have come alone. I tore my gaze to be in front of me, toward where I was going to run. I couldn't see anything but blackness, looking over the glow of the fire meant my eyes weren't adjusted. I let out a strange, but really pitifully quiet yell as I started to run anyway. I quickly tripped over a root and whole heartedly believed I'd been grabbed by something. I regained my feet only to trip again almost immediately, my hands catching me roughly on a tree, the bark scraping my hands as I slid, still falling to one knee despite it's support.

Something insanely powerful grabbed me from behind. My dress shredded as claws tore through the fabric and lifted me entirely off the ground and then turned me until I was face to face with the massive monster. It looked like a wolf. It had a long jaw bristling with teeth, and massive yellow eyes that seemed to burn as they peered through me. Its claws had torn lines in my back, and I could feel warmth trickling down my back that I was positive was blood.

The entire beast was covered in thick black fur, but beneath the fur I could see a body that was rippling with muscle. Lifting me didn't even seem an effort as it held me face to face. Its second hand came up to my face and it ran clawed fingers down my features, razor sharp claws dragging against my face.

I shook in it's grip, gasping pitifully through my pain, shock, and fright. I finally managed a shaky "Ahhh" that tried to capture all these emotions for me. I shrank back a little from its claws, afraid of them digging into me again. One of my hands was gripping some of my dress painfully tight, the other had found purchase on the creature's arm. My grip felt tight to me, but was probably barely noticeable on it's rock-like muscles.

It lifted me up further, it's nose pushing against my chest as I heard it take in a big breath, snuffing at my clothes. It's claws slipped below the neckline of my dress and I felt a painful tug as it began rip the front of my dress to shreds. I lifted me even higher, it's nose tracing down my body until it reached the place between my legs. A low rumbling growl rose up out of its throat and it tugged viciously at my dress, shredding the fabric so that the remains fell into a pile on the ground.

It dropped me back down, it's tongue slipping between it's razor sharp teeth and rolling over my exposed body until I was eye level with it again. It pushed its face against mine, pressing its tongue against my lips and then over my face. I looked down it's massive body, seeing that I was still a full foot off the ground, and then I saw that there was a pulsating, red-pink thing sliding out from between its legs, emerging from some type of fur covered pocket. It was long and thick..

I squirmed trying to hide my sex from the creature, deciding that really, licking wasn't so bad. "No no, no." I told it, voice high pitched with concern, the effect something like talking to a small, frustrating dog. I'd seen the dogs at home with something like what he had, and I knew it meant they wanted to breed. I couldn't imagine it meant anything different here, and yet I also couldn't imagine this thing wanted me, either. Not that I didn't know I was pretty, but I wasn't like him, and Hell creatures were supposed to be all ripping and killing. My back had started a dull aching from the cuts in it as I tried to put a hand between my sex and his and also clamp my legs shut.

The creature took a massive breath all of a sudden and threw its head back in a powerful howl that made it's chest vibrate and was so loud that for a moment after it was finished all I could hear was a high pitched ringing in my ears. Before I even had time to recover from that I was being pushed roughly to the ground on my stomach, claws reached down my body and latching into the thin fabric of my underthings. He ripped them apart with a yank that pulled the fabric against my flesh painfully before it gave.

The wolf thing knelt down above me, it's claw encircling my neck as it pushed my face into the dirt. "Wait!" I yelled desperately even as I tried to force my head up or just claw my way forward and away from the monster. My head was yelling at me that I had to do something, but I didn't have anything to do! And then even through my fear I was confused, humans couldn't do it this way, not from what I'd been told. "This isn't ... this can't ... Please just ..." I strained, trying to get my back end forward and away from him but his grip on my head and neck made any movement difficult, forward movement impossible.

The claw not holding me to the ground grabbed my hips and pulled them up and then I felt a pressure against my ass. There was a forward press and I was terrified he might thrust into my rear entrance, and then the pressure disappeared, and a moment later my insides exploded in white hot pain as the monster shoved its giant red dick into my sex from behind. I screamed and fought to claw away harder, my movements more a painful, instinctual struggle to get away from the pain. My fingers found the tree near me and I clawed at it, doing more damage to my fingers than to his hold on me or to the tree. My second scream was more shaky and less loud, the pain having subsided just slightly after that initial violation.

The thing began to move inside me, it's bulbous length slamming into me with terrible force. I felt the claw around my neck loosen and thought I might get free, but a second later a set of powerful jaws settled around my neck, teeth pushing into the flesh of my neck as a powerful tongue stroked my flesh. It growled as it used my sex, hitting me harder with each inward press. I could feel its massive, fur covered balls slapping against me each time it sunk it's rigid length into my sheath.

Every penetration caused another sharp cry to leave me, though I had stopped fully screaming. I had never been used before, and never dreamed of being used so roughly. My heart raced for a way out, but of course I was quite caught, and I had just enough sense floating in my brain to realize this was the end of my promising future too. I was too afraid and too busy hurting to cry properly, but I let out a few sobs instead of painful cries. I sank my bloodied fingers into the dirt beside my head and relaxed between shivers of fear, the fight having mostly left me. I couldn't get away, and had no where to go if I did. Relaxing made it hurt a bit less, and while I took up crying everytime he entered me fully again, they weren't quite as painful as before. Somewhat to my horror, I felt a stirring in me when his balls hit my sensitive flesh again. I turned my head from the side to press my forehead into the dirt in front of me, screwing my eyes closed as I tried to ignore the strange feeling. I told myself nothing about this was supposed to be pleasant, with man or beast, everyone said so.

The growling of the creature attacking me picked up in volume, and his thrusting became harder. The flesh inside me was throbbing now, and it was so large I could feel the throbbing pressing against my insides as it happened. His teeth tightened around my neck and then a loud, stifled howl erupted between the creatures teeth and into my flesh as I felt a copious amount of warm liquid burst out inside of my body, deep inside my most private female secret. The creature's teeth loosened on my neck as his thrusts began to ease up a bit, and one of it's clawed hands pressed into the center of my back, pushing me roughly into the forest floor.

There were a few more rough thrusts, something huge pressing against my opening, but clearly unable to fit inside me, and then the massive manhood of the wolf creature pulled out of me and was immediately replace by its nose and tongue as it went about licking up the mess it had just made of my insides. I gasped, and then tried to roll and push at its face. "No stop that." I said quietly to it, not really having the resistance in me. It felt good though, and I didn't want it to feel good. I ended up laying partially on my side, partially on my stomach as it licked at me. I stopped trying to push it away, instead I started letting out soft, gasping whimpers. I bit my lip to try and stop them, turned my head into the ground and gripped the dirt again as I tried to ignore it.

Clawed hands grabbed me, one encircling each of my thighs and spreading me open as the creature drew me against it's mouth. Its thick, hot tongue pressing between the folds of my sex, sliding over my outer lips and then pressing into my entrance and penetrating me in a much less intrusive way then it's cock had a moment before. I was sore, but his tongue was soft, warm, and wet. It was everything pleasant to that area, and I moaned despite myself, my body arching slightly in pleasure. I didn't want to give in to the enjoyment, it was not supposed to be happening. I gripped the ground, and then my one hand moved to the top of his head to get lost in his fur, gripping it tightly as my body quaked under his grip. "Oh stop, stop I can't ..." There was something building inside me, it felt like a terrible, burning pressure in my sex and lower belly. Then I moaned loudly again as I came hard, losing myself to the rippling pleasure that was just a bit painful from the abuse my sex had suffered.

As my body began to relax again I was overwhelmed by how good it had felt at the end. And then as I looked down myself at the monster a sharp wave of shame passed over me that I had actually enjoyed something about sex with this creature. It was bad enough it had happened, but I felt as though the enjoyment I'd taken at the end had negated my innocence in the whole affair. Not that my innocence would have counted for much, if anything, when it came to actually living out my life. A ripple of fear passed through me as I realized that might not be any kind of concern for me anyway. My back throbbed to help remind me of the violence the creature was capable of, the stories of their vicious nature started to rise up in my head again.

He lapped at my sex a few more times and then roughly pulled me down against him, one leg on either side of his waist. His cock was swelling up again and he pushed it against my sore sex. Since I was on my back this time I could see the look of hunger in the creature's eyes as it looked down at where my lower lips met the tip of his dog-like member. He growled and pushed against me, not entering me yet, though he put a hand on my chest, his claws pressing into the soft flesh of my breasts.

This time, I felt conflicted about the whole thing. I was still fairly set against it's happening, but my trembling sex seemed to want to be filled despite my mind's thoughts on the matter. I was also sore, not much used, and I didn't look forward to the pain of being used again. I remembered the searing hot pain that had been his first entrance into me. I put a shaking hand against his lower belly, the furthest down I could reach on him. I pushed there, but not well, this wasn't at all a good position for resisting. "Please don't." I said in a fearful whimper, though I wasn't sure why I kept talking to it at all, so far it hadn't shown any indication of understanding me.

It look up at me, eyes flashing with the reflected light of the fire. Its lips lifted in a snarl, fluid from having licked me clean earlier dripping from its mouth. It took me then, just as hard as it had the first time. It howled as its body spread me again, pushing me further apart than my body was meant to go. I still screamed, still felt pain, but it wasn't the terrible pain of the first time. My body adjusted, my scream dying to give way to sharp gasps as he thrust in and out. My hands gripped his arm on my chest hard despite the pain in my fingers and I strained to push away from him, fighting just a little again in this new beginning.

I gave up faster this time, of course. There was less pain, and I felt like I had successively less and less to get to if I could ever leave this monster alive. I could look down and see his strange red sex enter and leave me, and I found the sight both hypnotic and disturbing at once. As I relaxed again, the stirring inside me bubbled up and I realized it was like when I'd cum beneath his tongue. His cock inside me, pushing against the walls of my sheath, something about it was taking me closer to that pleasurable rippling again. I wanted that pleasure again, and felt ashamed that I did, deeply ashamed. I swallowed, and heard the change in my gasps as they changed from being slightly uncomfortable cries to reflect my building desire.

His movements became faster, sharper, more insistent like they had before he'd cum inside me the last time. There was a low growl rising up in the creature's throat and I knew it wouldn't be long before he filled me with his seed once more. As he drew closer to his orgasm I watched as this large, red knot of flesh slipped out of his body at the base of his cock. It was twice as wide around as his length and each press of his body slammed it against my abused opening.

Since he was close, I tried to hold back my own orgasm. I looked at his knot, recognizing it as very dog-like. I looked up and down his length, at his fur, his snout. I was being fucked by a wolf, a dog. He was far more animal than human. For some reason these thoughts couldn't quite dissuade my body from taking pleasure in him, even if it was also painful. I groaned and gripped the arm pinning me down harder as my body bucked up and my legs wrapped around his thighs as though trying to keep his body close to mine, within mine. I came around his cock, the rippling pleasure disturbingly more satisfying with him inside me.

His body responded to mine, and he roared, howling deep into the night as his body twitched inside of mine and his cum filled me up to the point where some of it poured out of me and down my ass. He panted as his hips jerked against mine, that knot pushing hard into me. He seemed to be trying to lock it into me, but I was just too small. After a few more frustrated thrusts he gave up and pulled out of me. He immediately slid between my legs and licked up the excess mess again, his flat tongue cleaning the folds of my flesh.

I didn't protest the cleaning, just lay back gasping for air. My body twitched beneath his tongue, and it tightened briefly in a much less intense orgasm or aftershock from the one I'd had with him inside me. Then my breathing started to come under control and I loosened my grip on the dirt. I felt exhausted and adrift. I wanted closeness, to be held. I wanted to cry, and throw a fit for everything I'd just lost. I shivered. I wanted clothing back on. I glanced morosely at the tattered shreds of what I'd been wearing, and then just stayed looking off at nothing as the monster finished cleaning me. I wondered if he'd want to take me a third time. I had no desire for it this time, but couldn't imagine caring enough to fight him either.

He finished cleaning me and he walked over me on all fours, moving in a surprisingly agile fashion like that. He reached down and grabbed me, lifting me easily into his arms as he took to his back legs. Then he began to walk, seemingly with some kind of destination in mind. I considered fighting with him, but instead just curled into him. He was warm and soft, and I was tired. I reminded myself that, given the stories I'd heard, he might kill me wherever he was taking me to. I sighed heavily at the thought, I felt like I had an obligation to fight for my life that I was just ignoring, but the throbbing pain in me was nothing life threatening or terrifying, so it simply wasn't motivating enough compared to the soft warmth of his fur.

"Just so you know, this doesn't mean I like you." I mumbled at him, though I doubted he understood me. I wondered if I were going to become something like a pet for him, humans kept pets, and now I'd be some sort of pet to an animal. I snorted, amused by the thought as long as I didn't think too hard on the details.

"Mine now." His voice growled, though it was shocking enough that he had a voice with which he could make human speech at all, let alone that it would be speech I could recognize.

"Yes, well, I suppose no one else would have me after that." I snapped, tears stinging my eyes at the truth of it. Something about him speaking angered me. I guess I thought if he had enough of a mind to speak he should have known better than to ruin me. I huffed and nuzzled my wet cheek against him. I was too much a mess and too tired to stay very angry in the moment. I just wanted, needed to feel close to someone. Or something, as the case was I supposed. He could work out my conflicting signals for himself, I was in no condition to interpret them.

At some point I fell asleep, exhaustion getting the better of me. When I finally woke back up, the sunlight was beating down on me and I was wrapped in a warm, soft blanket. Though I soon realized it wasn't a warm soft blanket, but the black furred arms of the creature from the night before. I wasn't sure where we were, somewhere far out in the woods, but I was naked and laying on this monster's chest, his arms tucked around me as his deep breaths lifted me and lowered me in a steady rhythm.

I turned my head in and took a deep breath of his scent. Well, at least I'd always liked dogs, I thought bitterly and sighed. Would, could this creature provide for me? I was under no illusions I could do well by myself, or find my own way back to the society and family that would shun me. I had images of raw meat being thrown to me and living naked in a hole in the ground. I started to cry a little, not big shaking sobs, but with plenty of moisture. I sat up carefully.

The beast beneath me stirred, sitting up, though it kept an arm around me as he did so. He looked a little confused, and he shook his head. "Who are you?" His voice was shockingly human, though edged in a wolf's growl. He squinted, and then let out a small whine. "Oh, the full moon was last night. You must have walked into our territory. I remember mating you. Are you injured?"

"My back hurts. My wounds are probably filthy." I told him after looking at him in shock for a few moments, then I looked away, crossing my arms over my breasts. Mated me. Surely he couldn't have gotten me pregnant, could he? I didn't think that happened between humans and animals, maybe though, how was I to know? My heart hammered hard at the thought, I'd have puppies, Hell-demon puppies.

"I don't see any serious wounds, and your back will get better. Is there anything actually wrong with you?" He asked with a growl and a huff, apparently unwilling to acknowledge my plight.

"Anything actually wrong with me." I muttered. "I assume you mean besides having my future taken from me. In that case no, I don't think so." I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them as I shivered, cold without his warm fur around me.

"Future taken? I could have left you to wander around the woods all night until you ran out of supplies and died. Or I could have let the kodiak bears have you. No, I have given you a future. You've a husband now, and I have a home for you to keep. You will raise my young and join my pack. I have given you a bright future." He answered with another huff. He walked over to me and put his arms around me again. "When we get home I'll find you clothes."

So now there was a pack, and a home, and he thought we'd have children anyway. He was apparently my husband. Well, that was better than getting killed, or shut out by my own people. Right? I wasn't so sure. He could talk, but he still seemed more beast than man. Maybe. It was hard to see past his copious black fur and snout, but he didn't sound much different from the men I knew back home in his thinking or his tone. I leaned against him slightly, but didn't open my arms and hug him or anything. "I was set to marry someone else, but he wouldn't have me now anyway." I said morosely. I didn't see I had much choice but to go along with his plans, but he could at least feel bad about what he'd done.

"Of course he wouldn't. If he tried, I'd kill him and eat his heart. You're my property now." The wolf said with a snort.

I sighed, exasperated with him. "What if I'd loved him!" Not that love had much to do with marriage. I didn't really think the feeling existed. I supposed I had a fondness for my father, but that was as far as I could see things going. It was almost comical to recall my father when he'd come to tell me I was going to marry Harold. Harold was handsome enough, I didn't care. My father had tried to comfort me, hugging me to him and telling me I'd learn to love Harold. "Never mind. I forgot. Hell-beasts probably don't have the whole 'love' thing down properly anyway." I snapped, knowing being property meant feelings played little role in these things. Then I thought maybe I shouldn't go around insulting said Hell-beast and I swallowed hard.

The wolf grabbed me and turned me around in his arms so he could see me. His eyes were still yellow, but they seemed to hold less menace than they had the night before.

"Our laws are in place for your protection. We mated on the full moon. You will carry my young. If I were to let you go back to your kind, your people would kill you. After the birth of my young you may leave and do whatever you like, but I will keep my children. You don't have to love me, but you will provide the services of a wife, and I will protect you until you give birth to my young." He explained it all like it was the simplest arrangement in the world.

"My ... your young? I will for sure? It doesn't work like that for people, sometimes we get children and sometimes we don't." I pressed, voice high with concern. I was close to panic, honestly. I told myself to calm down, but he was also talking about me leaving and who would have me after giving birth to anything?

"During the full moon we're always fertile. As long as I mate with a wolf, a human, or one of my own, my seed will carry. You will give birth to my young now, and I will see that you're well until then, longer if you want to stay with me, but if you choose to go I will not force you to help me raise our children." Again, he explained it all like it made perfect sense.

"Hell-puppies." I said quietly, actually quietly, I was a rather shocked. I sat back from him, feeling rather depressed. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Alright. We'll go to your home. Get clothing." I said, trying to focus on more immediate problems.

"I have exceptional hearing, just so you know." He growled, but then he put his arms around me and started walking again. "You don't have to care for my children, but I do. I would prefer if you didn't insult them."

I wanted to ask if they were somehow just his, or if these children would be part of myself too. Since things weren't working the usual way. I was too afraid of the answer. Either way, my body was going to change and nurture creatures he was assuming I'd have nothing to do with afterward. Could I like children half as monstrous as he was anyway? I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts loose. I had to focus on one, small problem at a time. Or anything but birthing Hell-puppies, really. "Do you go by names, where you're from?" I felt unsure about everything.

"I'm Fenrick Steelclaw." He answered. "Pack huntsmen and defender. You?"

"Imava." I left off titles and my father's name. Now that I was married to a monster he'd probably not want me to use it anyway. I also didn't add Fenrick's name though, finding it strange to do so. There hadn't been a ceremony, or anything, and he expected me to leave once I gave him children. Well, at least if I was already pregnant there was a chance he wouldn't want to take me again. That thought was not quite as comforting as I thought it should have been.

He grunted. "Imava. Sorry you're unhappy with this. Can't be helped. Shouldn't have come into our territory during a full moon. At least I got to you and not one of the mated males. They aren't allowed to keep females outside of their mates. You would have been killed. I will only use you when it's necessary. When the pups are born, I'll take you back to your own lands."

I decided not to say how much taking me back to my own lands wasn't a good idea. For me anyway. I was his property though, so he could do as he pleased. Maybe I could make him like me enough to want to keep me around. Of course, I wasn't very good at making people like me. Especially if I didn't like them. Maybe it'd be different since this was clearly something I had to accomplish. I kept quiet, thinking things over, trying to be 'good.'