THE AWAKENING

Noooo! Her heartbeat thundered so hard against her chest bone she thought she might die.
The heat was almost consuming her and as much as she needed sex, she couldn’t allow Ulster to plant his seed in her belly! His
son — their son — would bring about the end of the world as they knew it.
She couldn’t allow that to happen! With the last bit of herself clinging to reason, she reared back and punched Ulster in the face
with every ounce of strength she had.
A soft crack from a broken nose sounded in the still room and she sprang from his hold.
He roared as blood streamed down his face and she ran blindly down the dim hallway, trying to recall where she saw the door.
The adrenalin pumping through her body was spreading the Phase through her blood like poison.
Her temperature was dangerously high. She might die if she didn’t get what her body needed, but she couldn’t allow Ulster to
impregnate her.
She felt a prickling across her nerve endings and her bones started to scream in protest as something horrifying began to
happen within her body.
“You’re changing,” Arja’s awed voice cut through the red haze beginning to permeate her vision.
“What’s wrong with me?” Cassandra cried, but her voice was rapidly cut off by the elongating of her canines as they ripped
through the gums.
She screamed but it sounded more like a wild growl. She dropped to all fours and her bones cracked and splintered as they grew
and reformed. She howled against the excruciating pain.
“Females don’t change,” male and female voices whispered in fear. “What’s going on? What’s happening?”
Cassandra was completely transformed. The rough fibers of the worn fabric beneath her sensitive paws made her lift her right
paw with distaste.
She wanted to feel the night air and taste the moonlight cascading through the dirty windows. The compulsion to run made her
whine and pace, her head down low and menacing at the men who continued to stare in shock.

She was of two minds. Her wolf senses were alive and vibrant and she saw things in variations of color and texture but her
human senses remained present even if she couldn’t verbalize.
The rest stared in shock and apprehension at her sudden transformation while Ulster simply stared with a heat in his eyes that
made her whine with distrust.
Blood gushed from his broken nose and a red haze encased his body, ebbing and flowing like ripples in a crimson ocean, but his
eyes blazed with darkness.
He looked like the devil.
“And the Breeder will be like no other, the color of pale moonlight...” Ulster intoned, his eyes glowing. Cassandra caught her
reflection in the mirror above the mantel.
A large white wolf with startling blue eyes stared back at her. She yipped and backed away from the image until she realized she
had bigger problems.
A roar filled the room and sent the women scattering in fear. Ulster’s skin split and his bones shattered and knit back together as
he changed before her eyes.
Holy shit...Cassandra didn’t wait to see what he had planned — she could guess — and burst through the window with an
explosion of coiled muscles and strength.
She hit the ground running, her long stride eating up the ground with ease but Ulster had quickly followed her out the window.
She could sense his urgency, his lust for power, in the way he dogged her, refusing to let her go.
An odd thrill arced through her at being chased so ardently. She could only imagine it was the influence of the Phase racing
through her blood because she found Ulster repulsive and evil.
Yet, there was something seductive about evil, a voice whispered, urging her to lift her tail and tease him with her entrance.
Jesus, Cassandra thought in a panic, don’t do this! Ulster was everything she hated — malicious, abusive, and power hungry —
why in God’s name would she even consider mating with him?
Because his seed is strong, the voice whispered back. Only the strongest survive...

Her blood heated and she growled, whipping her head sharply at the vile suggestions ripping through her thoughts, causing her
to slow her break-neck speed.
Dark silhouettes of frozen trees rose above her, shadowing the glen with ominous shapes and hidden dangers but she felt
invigorated, reckless even. Her blood was percolating at a boiling clip. She’d slipped into the final Phase. Even in her wolf form,
she could feel her channel slicking with warm, wet moisture, preparing for a cock — in any form.
Suddenly sharp jaws clamped around her scruff and they went tumbling in a snarling ball of fur and teeth to the frost-bitten
ground.
A wolf black as a witch’s heart towered above her. She knew it was Ulster. She turned and bared her teeth and snapped, daring
him to try what he desired most, but it felt like a game.
He buried his teeth in her nape and the pain released a bone-deep shudder of pleasure that made her lift her hind-quarters in
supplication.
There was little finesse as he mounted her and jammed his cock deep inside her. She howled — half pleasure and half agony —
as his massive wolf body moved against hers, pumping into her heat with brutal strength.
She could feel the ridges of his fat cock as he rode her hard, biting and growling as he worked her wolf cunt. She whimpered, her
mind rebelling even as her body craved more, and lost herself to the Phase’s power to procreate.
Mine!