Dead Luna – Chapter 3
Amelia’s POV
***violence and assault warning***
I may not have a wolf, but I’m not completely defenseless, either. I’ve had some warrior training in my teens, up until it became apparent that I had no wolf, and I have tried to stay in reasonable shape ever since then. But I do recognize that 3 werewolves against 1 lone woman was horrible odds even in the best of circumstances. Running would be absolutely useless, with them still being in their wolf forms. So I do the only thing I can think of, I grab a large stick off the ground as the 3 wolves shift into 3 dirty ragged men and come after me. Then their putrid scent hits me, rogues!
t of the rogues to come near me, hitting him in
th a patch over his eye and straggly dirty blond hair is distracting me while the third sneaks behind and grabbed my arms, his touch making my skin crawl.
und and threw me against a tree, hard. My head explodes with the pain of the impact.
this rag tag group of rogues, pulls a sharp looking machete like knife from the cross body holster he wore. Which, incidentally, was the only piece of “clothing” on any of the men besides the eye patch. I can see that they are in various stages of being aroused. Meanwhile, I am beyond repulsed at this point, and would love nothing better than to scratch out all the res
ycat, we will let you live.” Rogue one tells me as the other men force me to my knees, the huge knife now up against my throat. Eye patch is now in front of me with his erect p***s pressed up against my face.
cut your face so bad your mama won’t even recognize you! And then I’m gonna make you my little rogue w***e, and ride you like a stallion.”
my face while eye patch Dennis continues to poke at my mouth with his p***s. Rogue one starts snarling with impatience at me, and digs the knife into my neck enough to draw blood. Rogue three grabs my hair and yanks painfully until I open my mouth to scream, and it is promptly filled with eye patch Dennis’s nasty junk, causing me to gag and throw up all over him.
he howls of several other wolves. Two of the rogues immediately shift into wolves and run off. Rogue one takes his knife and plunges it into my stomach, then sheaths it back into the holst
diner, Derrick from Winter Moon, and the one from Iron Peak.
ound at this point, with my hands trying de
ift?”
have a wolf!” I scream in agon
lifts my shirt up far enough to get a look at the wound, looks pained by what he sees, and then picks me up gentl
ntain immediately. You run on ahead and let them know. I’ll have to carry her.”
loosely around his neck as I stare up at his handsome chiseled face and his soft brown eyes. Soon I feel as if I’m loosing consciousness.
struct him.
smile. “You’ll be able to tell her yo
ot sure… that… I…”
it’s the last thing I hear as Im swept into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.