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The absurdity of being hauled through the woods over the shoulder of a werewolf soon overtook the panic that his lunge had caused. Her shirt rode up with every step that he took and soon the rough texture of his fur was rubbing against her abdomen. She was going to have raw patches when this was all over. She hoped it was soon, she still needed to train her tour guides.
His fluffy tail wagged as he ran and she tried to keep her eyes off of his ass, but it was the only thing in her field of vision. Werewolf heiney was not high on her list of recommended views.
At long last he stopped and opened a door. They were deep in the woods and he dumped her on the floor of an abandoned gardening shed. Her landing was not graceful. "Oof. You could have put me down more gently."
"Carolyn. Where is she?" His muzzle had trouble forming around the words and he chewed them as he spoke in his deep snarl.
"Caro has been taken by her mate. She is gone." Tara flinched as his claws dug into the floor on either side of her.
"No! She is mine." He started to use those sharp claws to peel the clothing from her. In seconds she was clothed in her hair and skin with a few red and raw scratches put in for good measure. "They will come for you and then I will make them bring her back to me."
"Why did you remove my clothes?"
Posted December 29, 2011
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