Nine years earlier, a lost place in Missouri, the United States..."Please, no," I whimpered once again. My pleas are useless and pathetic, I know. It won't work, I know.It never worked before, and I doubt it will start now, but fear prevents me from being silent.Thick tears trail down my face until they reach the hard metal against which my chest is pressed.Lying here, I feel the moisture beginning to soak through my blouse, an eloquent mixture of tears and saliva.With my back to my torturer, I am just waiting for the pain I know will come."Do you know the reason for this, Amaya?" A sob escapes from my lips when I hear Sister Ruth's voice, but I nod.I can no longer feel the side of my face from being pressed hard against the cold, stiff metal of the table.I see my reflection in the small puddle of water, mocking me by showing my weakness."I know," I reply, and I immediately regret stammering. It isn't good, and the sisters don't like it.My ten-year-old body is trembling with

Rockville, Missouri, The United States.DarienI close my eyes and throw my head back. My eyes closed in ecstasy the minute I spurt into the mouth of the girl kneeling in front of me.My hand tightened a little more the dark strands of his hair.The movement of her mouth swallowing everything around my member draws a soft moan from my throat.I lightly stroke her head in appreciation before releasing her.The brunette gets up from the floor, facing me with a mischievous little smile as she runs the back of her right hand over her mouth, wiping away what wasn't even there.She runs her hands through my hair and sits on my lap so I can feel that she is not wearing panties under her dress.However, before I can do anything about it, the door to my office opens. I look toward the entrance, ready to shout at whoever it is.I stop myself when my eyes meet a woman with long blonde hair, amused brown eyes, and doll-like features.Her hands are on her waist, and she arches an eyebrow as she st

Darien"Diagnosis?" I inquire as soon as I enter my office and find Cowboy waiting for me, as I asked.Cowboy was one of the few wolves left from my father's time in the pack, as most of them followed the Old Man into hell.He was the pack doctor since he went to medical school before his life went down the drain, and he became a Nightfall.Not that I knew much about it. The situation of the older werewolves, like Cowboy or Rocket, was known only to the Alpha of the time, my father, who brought them in the first place.All I know is that his entire family was wiped out and that Cowboy became a low-level mercenary before Rocket brought him into the group a few years before my father's death."Wherever she came from, it's a poor place. Her body shows signs of malnutrition, and she's got some broken bones that haven't healed properly.Her body is covered in scars, from knife cuts to whip marks." The wolf explains. I arch my eyebrows."Whip marks?" I'm not exactly a novice when it comes t