werewolf_lycan
I screamed in horror as I watched my mother's thrashing body get dragged across the floor. The large, bulky man snorted as he grasped my mother by her long, silky hair. My mother herself was screeching and crying yet the man didn't care, not at all.
"Stop! Let her go!" I screamed once more as I watched a sense of pleasure soar through him as he smashed my mother's face into the counter. I could feel my wolf pacing and snarling as the man behind me licked my jugular. I may have hated my mother but if she was going to die, she'd die when it was her time. Not in the hands of another pack.
That wasn't up to me.
All grew silent, even my mother's screams and sobs of terror as he walked in. He had to be at least seven feet tall and a wall of muscle. If I had thought these rouges were frightening.. I had another thing coming. His pink lips looked so soft and kissable. His blue eyes were emotionless, as vast as the surface of the ocean but underneath it? That was a pure wonder. Underneath two, narrowed eyes.
I couldn't hide it, I had become aroused at just the thought of him even though he was a bad man who only thought of women as his play toys. Not even a glance was sent my way even though his redwood scent flooded my nostrils and caused me to sneeze.
"Lock her away. Have your fun with the whore but keep in mind, boys, if you have any chance at impregnating her, don't kill the child. Or children." he chuckled.
Damn. some mate.