On the night of the full moon, Lyssara had just come of age and awakened her pure-blooded ancient wolf. With her first heat taking hold, she raced through the Forbidden Forest, desperate to reach the pond.

She hoped the cold water might help ease the strange, overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, though she had no idea whether it would work. This was her first time experiencing anything like it, and fear of the unknown drove her to run faster.

Her womanhood clenched and unclenched, she was losing control over her own body.

She howled loudly when she saw a pond nearby and jumped inside, shifting into her human form. The water was cold, just like she wanted but it did no justice to her hot body.

“N-no, please I can’t take this anymore, it’s too much,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Her cold fingers found its way into her undergarment, brushing through her swollen clìt she moaned softly.

“No,” she cried out, she knew that was forbidden in her pack. She belonged to a pure blood pack, The Silvercrest pack, touching yourself was forbidden and no form of adultery was allowed before finding your true mate. Adultery meant death and nothing else.

“Ah..” Lyssara moaned, slipping a finger into her hot and wet womanhood, she could not stop herself, her body desperately needed that. She arched her hips back and forth as she continued thrusting her finger.

“I need to stop,” she moaned, biting her lower lip. She shifted into her wolf form, and took a run again, hoping it would cool her down. She did not want to continue going against her pack’s rules.

She froze when she heard a deep growl nearby, followed by the unsettling sound of branches snapping and trees rustling.

“Who’s there?” Lyssara whispered, her voice trembling.

Another growl answered her. This time, it was so close that she felt it rumble through the air.

She flinched and stumbled backward when a massive black wolf emerged from the trees. It was five times larger than her, its enormous body surrounded by wisps of red smoke that curled around its dark fur. Its eyes were cold and murderous, fixed on her with an intensity that made her blood run cold.

Lyssara knew immediately that it did not belong to her pack. This was no ordinary pure-blooded wolf. There was something ancient and sinister about the creature, something that made every instinct inside her scream RUN.

She turned and bolted.

She barely made it a few steps before the enormous wolf lunged. Its powerful body slammed into hers, sending her crashing to the forest floor.

Pain shot through her as she struggled to catch her breath.

Before she could scramble away, the beast loomed over her, trapping her between its massive forepaws. Its claws pressed into the earth on either side of her, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

Lyssara bared her teeth in a desperate warning, though her trembling body betrayed her fear.

“P-Please, don’t kill me,” she begged.

The wolf lowered its enormous head toward her. Its ears twitched, and its nostrils flared as it caught her scent.

Then it went unnaturally still.

There was something unusual about her scent. Something powerful. Something that seemed to awaken a dark instinct deep within him.

She was in heat.

He moved back, letting her out of his cage. Lyssara stood up, she stiffened when she felt him sniffing her rear, followed by licking.

Lyssara melted, no matter how much she wanted to run, she found herself howling in ecstasy. She enjoyed what he was doing to her and before she could control it, she shifted into her human form, laying on the ground, her chest rising up and down.

“Please… help me,” Lyssara bit her lower lip, parting her legs, caressing her womanhood and moaning softly.

He howled still in his wolf form, she was dripping wet, and he could not resist, he tore the last thing that shielded her dignity while his hot tongue licked her womanhood.

Lyssara’s body trembled, she sank her fingers into his fur and shamelessly moaned. She wanted more, her body wanted more than it could take.

“More,” she moaned.

To her surprise, the wolf carried her half naked body on his back, she held on to him as he ran towards the cave. He laid her on the cold ground in the cave. Lyssara was losing her mind, she wanted more.

He tore her tunic with his claws, leaving her fully unclad before him, her pink nipples were fully erected.

“Yes,” Lyssara moaned when he suckled her nipple, slightly biting her enough to arouse her more.

She begged for more and he was willing to give her more.

“Please, give me more. I need more, I cannot take this heat,” Lyssara whispered, tears blinding her vision, she was losing her sanity but nothing mattered at that moment.

She gasped when a piece of her tunic blinded her eyes, she silently obeyed him, she had no intentions of removing the blindfold, she just wanted him to take her.

Lyssara’s heart raced when she felt her skin brushing against his, he was no longer in his wolf form. His finger teased her wet womanhood, he pinched her swollen clìt and she moaned. He slowly caressed her opening and Lyssara arched her hips forward, wanting him to stop teasing and slip it inside her.

He slipped his huge finger in, and she yelped she was tight, he noticed and slipped it out, and took it to her mouth. Lyssara suckled it like a little pup. She noticed how huge his finger alone was.

Then how big was he?

He groaned, his voice deep and strong.

“What do you want, little wolf?”

Lyssara slightly flinched upon hearing his voice, she had never heard a much more powerful voice, it held so much power and authority that it almost knocked her back to her senses.

“I-I w-want you to take me,” she stammered, her voice hoarse.

“Are you sure, little wolf? There is no going back after I take you.” His voice aroused her even more.

Lyssara swallowed a lump on her throat, her body still trembled upon his touch and her womanhood still ached, she couldn’t control it.

Her body wanted him.

He smacked her buttocks, she yelped and moaned.

“You like this, don’t you little wolf?”

She nodded, his assaults made her want him even more.

“Use your mouth, little wolf.” He groaned.

“Yes,” Lyssara whispered.

“Yes what?”

“I like it when you do that to me. I want you to do more,” Lyssara said bluntly.

Lyssara felt his huge hands on her thighs, parting them so he could settle between them and her heart raced.

She moaned when she felt him brushing his phallus against her opening. She gasped when he thrusted in, he was too huge for her. She could not take him.

He stiffened and asked.

“Are you still a virgin, little wolf?”