By the way, when I say 'the were', it's like a slang for 'the werewolf'. Just in case it wasn't clear.
Chapter 14-Azula's POV
“You’re mine, Azula,” Reynolds breathed, his disgusting breath contaminating my neck. “You’re mine and I’m never letting you go.” I thrashed underneath him, trying desperately to escape. It was to no avail. He just effortlessly pinned my arms above my head, smirking the whole time. I twitched from the effort of not punching him. Of not being able to punch him.
“For the Moon’s sake!” I cried, swallowing the panic building inside me and striving for a calm tone. “I belong to no one but myself.” Reynolds shook his head, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“You don’t know how wrong you are, Azula,” he said darkly. My heart pounded faster at the evil glint in his eyes.
Reynolds adjusted himself slightly so that our most intimate parts were touching. I began to struggle more violently.
“No! No!”I sobbed, too panicked to stop the tears from falling. “Please, not again. I can’t survive that again!”
Reynolds just smiled. “Don’t be silly, love. I’m just showing you who you belong to.” He began to rock against me.
“Please, stop!” I yelled, hopelessness crashing over me.
He didn’t stop.
My eyes flashed open. Shivers wracked my sweaty body as I fought the urge to scream. It was a dream. It was just a dream. I somehow managed to swallow the lump in my throat.
‘But it wasn’t just a dream though, was it Azula?’ my mind taunted. I clutched my head in my hands, allowing my fingers to dig into my skull. The pain was a much needed distraction.
A whine at my side made my head snap around. A small brown wolf lay beside me, its golden eyes boring into mine. The intensity in them astounded me. Concern clouded their beauty, but they still shone like the sun.
I couldn’t help but think of this wolf as familiar. Almost immediately after looking at him, I had calmed down a lot, my heartbeat returning to normal. It felt like I could breathe again. I’d only ever gotten that feeling around one person...
“Amias?” I asked, shifting so my back was against the wall, my knees hugged to my chest. The wolf’s head cocked to the side, its eyes closing. A purr rumbled from its chest, as if it was pleased that I’d said its name. I shifted uncomfortably, nervous that I had such a huge effect on him.
When Amias opened his eyes again, they were the colour of melting honey and burned with an emotion that I couldn’t name. Mahina growled her approval in my head.
“Amias, what’s going on? Where’s-“ I choked on my words before forcing myself to continue. “Where’s Reynolds?”
His hands roaming over my body, leaving no part untouched. My seemingly muted screams. The pain. Oh God, the pain.
A menacing growl broke me from my thoughts. I looked over to see Amias’ fur bristled, his ears erect. All signs of his anger. I fought back a shiver.
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Hunted
Werewolf“Most women died seventeen years ago when The Disease came. But I didn’t. I survived. And I’ll keep on surviving. No matter what it takes. No matter what I have to give up. I will live.” Azula Saito is one of the last female werewolves left on eart...
