The Last Shewolf Ch. 07-11

He felt my sex clenching around him and released his seed into me as his jaws bit deep into the junction of my neck and shoulder. I howled in pain, soon replaced by pleasure as the bond took rook. He pulled off, dropping to the ground and panting hard, as the bond took root in his mind as well. I felt his bond pushing into my head, overcoming the walls I put up to keep him out. "SHIFT," he said.

My human side pushed against it, but my wolf couldn't stop herself. The bond had already sapped her will, forcing her to accept this man, this RAPIST as ours, and to obey him. I shifted back into human form, naked and bleeding.

The other werewolf approached me, and I scooted back on my butt towards the edge of the ring, hoping I was in the right place.

"You're a hot little wolf, young one," the man said with a leer. He stood over me, a big hand coming down to grab my hair. He pulled me to his rigid staff, just as my fingers found what they were looking for. Pulling the knife from the sheath, I brought it around and up into his groin, severing his femoral artery and slicing deep into his leg. "BITCH!!" He backhanded me, knocking me to the ground as I pulled the knife out. He came after me again, and this time I stabbed him in the stomach.

He was mortally wounded, and absolutely furious. He would have killed me if he wasn't grabbed and tossed aside by my mate, who had now shifted back into human form. I exposed my neck, against my human will, submitting to him again. This time, he wasn't appeased, and he grabbed my neck, pulling me to my feet, then lifting me into the air. I struggled to breathe as his fingers closed in on windpipe. "You're going to be fun to break," he said.

Spots started appearing in my vision, I heard a shot and then everything went blank.