Catching My Scent
Note from the Author:
Explicit Sex. Violence. Forced intercourse. Shape shifters and dark erotica under a Mating Moon. Please read with caution.
The Mating Moon was on the rise in just a few days time the males would be wild with the need to mate. Driven only by sexual hunger.
And there were perilously few females in our pack. I was more than beginning to worry.
Only half of us were of mating age. And I was the oldest unmarked female. That meant I had to hide.
I opted to only leave my grandmother's hut during the day when the rest were sleeping.
Our alpha had recently been shot by hunters, making Draven, his successor, our new alpha. Known for his speed and brutality he'd earned the respect of the older males.
Lately he'd caught my scent. I could tell because when I crept around the camp he'd step from the fire in the center of the village. His keen gray eyes watching me slip from tent to tent.
There seemed to be no way to avoid that alert gaze.
He's always watching me...
And I'd caught his. He'd been marking around my hut. Indicating that what was inside was his.