Lyra
“Run, kitten.”
That’s what he said. That’s all he said. And just like that, I was gone. My entire body snapped into action like I had no control over it.
One second I was staring at him, wide-eyed and soaking wet, my legs barely working because he had just finger-f****d my soul out of my body under a tree.
The next second, I was shifting. Fur rushed over my skin like a second orgasm, my bones cracked, my teeth sharpened, and my paws slammed into the forest floor so hard I actually startled a few birds out of the trees.
And then I ran.
I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. My whole body was moving on pure adrenaline and filthy instinct. My tail was high, my chest was pounding, and my entire lower half was dripping so badly it actually made me stumble.
I swear to the Moon Goddess, I
