He was growling, a soft, low growl of a coming attack. His balls hung against her clit, rubbing the sensitive skin with his soft hair and sending shivers down her spine. A harsh bark brought her back to reality. He was growling, a soft, low growl of a coming attack. She took her chance, taking off from the blanket like a frightened rabbit, petrified for her life. Seizing her chance, she turned and slid down the rock on the opposite side. With a shriek, Violet staggered up, and tried to run again, but the four wolves were circling around her, snapping forward each time she made a move for freedom. Another quick bite tore a small gash across her hip shredding the tights and pulling most of the material away. Despite her best efforts, her heavy boots were not designed to carry people quickly away from danger and the thudding of paws was growing closer.
