I was naked and chained to a pillar. The day before, I had been an ER doctor, investigating a mystery man who had healed from life-threatening injuries right before my eyes. I had tracked him back to the scene of his brutal mauling, but had discovered more than I had ever thought possible: a pack of werewolves were living in an abandoned factory downtown. The man I’d met was one of them, a werewolf who had challenged their king, and been harshly punished for it. The wolves had smelled the traitor on me and decided that I was his girlfriend. They captured me, chaining me a pillar in their main hall. And they had drugged me, with something that made me mad with lust, writhing in sexual frustration.

Their king had fucked me, roughly and hard, and I had welcomed it. I would have done anything to relieve my painful longing, to soothe the aching throb deep inside my needy cunt. Having left his mark all over my body, he told me that the next day, he would give me to the pack.

Hours were passing. They would be here soon. In the basement of the old factory, it was impossible to say if it was night or day. The unblinking glare from the bare light bulb overhead produced deep shadows at the sides of the room, while leaving my pale naked body glowing in a pool of light. Occasionally I heard doors open and shut, far away, and muted snarls and snaps. Once a baying howl startled me and I jumped, rattling my chains. The floor was clammy and cold against my bare skin, and I shivered often.