Mated to a Werecat

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Maxwell’s point of view

After taking cared of Iris and putting her in the safe room where the other women and children are at, my wolf and I couldn’t help but replay the sounds of her moaning underneath us.

“If you don’t stop thinking about it, we’ll end up getting ourselves killed,” my wolf said to me.

“Yeah I know, but she felt so good. I just wanna go back around and continue to fuck the living shit out of her,” I said.

“Yeah I would like to as well, but the sooner we kill all these rouges, the sooner we can,” he said.

“I like the sound of that,” I said.

“So does that mean I can take over?” my wolf asked.

“Sure,” I said.


third person point of view

Maxwell let his wolf take full control and shifted as he ran back outside into the battle. Many wolves laid on the ground, either dead or severely injured from both the pack and rogues. From the looks of it, most of the rogues have retreated back into the woods and the pack continued to tear them into shreds.

As they ran into the woods, Maxwell and wolf felt something off. A presence of a witch was near, and it wasn’t the good kind of witch either. She stood off to the side in a tree wearing all black, watching the battle from afar. She knew that Iris had contact with Luna, the moon goddess, and was deemed to kill her. Although, things happen and a quick change in plans is needed when the newly alpha can sense the presence of her.

Swiftly, the witch jumped to the trees that lead to the pack house. She tried to be as quiet and sneaky as possible. That was until the tree she landed on fell, causing her legs to get trapped underneath it. Maxwell stalked towards her, growling as so. By now, most of the rouges were dead or captured for questioning. Soon the guardians came by with some tools and cuffs that cut off her powers and make her weaker than she already was. She wouldn’t have gone too far with two broken ankles and a fractured leg.

The guardian’s handcuffed her, and dragged her to the dungeons where she shall remain until Maxwell was ready to question her. The rogues were sent off to a different part of the dungeons away from her, so that she wouldn’t have any contact with anyone at all. Everyone was notified once the battle was over and all the wounded pack wolves were sent to the infirmary to be healed immediately. Those who passed were sent to the morgue for identification o families can say their last good-byes before the ceremonial burial.

“Shall we find our Luna?“, Maxwell’s wolf voiced out.

“We shall,” Maxwell replied before walking back towards the pack house where Iris awaited for them.

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