It was dark and cold, winter solstice was due in three moons so the weather had thickened, the mountains and forest empty, no one dared to go into the forest at night, that’s when the werewolves hunt, so the rumors say,
But yet again Eleanora found herself running deeper into the woods, with no shoes on her feet digging into the snow leaving footprints for who ever is after her to follow, deeper and deeper into the woods she ran until she came across a big tree, she stopped to catch her breath only to be dragged instantly to the snow,
“You thought you could out run me Elea” a deep masculine voice said as he caressed her forehead and she laughs “I could never win against you Philip and you don’t even have the decency to let me win” their laughter echoes round the woods for even the birds were dead silent,
“ I’d only let you win when you fully become my wife” he whispered before crashes his lips into hers, light moan escaped her reddish lips as his cold hand made its way up her thigh, a louder moan left her when she felt his hand inside her, with a slow rhythm he slowly drove her into a pool of ecstasy, but her pleasure was short lived, as he began to his force his way, tearing her clothes into pieces taking her breast in his month, he was hurting her, she tried pushing him of but he pins her down even more,
“You said you’d wait Philip” she protested, he kept his head buried in between her breast as he plunged his way deeper into her, she let out several involuntary moans, though it hurts it also felt like her body was elevating with every thrust, the pain was momentary then pleasure was back, it was fast and rough with so much energy, an energy unlike any, she tried to make sense of it, why her beloved suddenly broke there oath to wait till marriage and why such new found pleasure sent her over the edge, and with every thrust she craved more,
She felt her head go lighter as she reached her limit, but just as it began, it stopped, she opened her eyes, but instead of her beloved was a face that hunts her dream every night a face of a man she has never met yet he felt so familiar, he was breathless on top of her, though they were deep in snow, he was sweating, his face was handsome, his brown eyes twinkle in the moon light
then suddenly his brown eyes glowed yellow and in an instant fangs like that of a snow wolf appeared, hair surrounded his arm and leg and she could feel him grown inside of her, “w..w,..WEREWOLF!!!! ” she screams.
