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  “Why did you betray us all, Lira?” The alpha asked calmly, his animal side placated for now. “What drove you to dedicate your life to exterminating the rest of us?”

  I stopped struggling against the bindings. The vines were strong, full of life even after their removal, and I had been stripped of any blades within grasp. Biding my time, I considered the options and quickly decided to play their little game.

  “My parents,” I answered. “Murdered by shifters.”

  “You know that isn’t true,” he answered. “Every shifter in North America knows of Erek…of his valiance, and his dedication to protecting his town. Your father was the greatest shifter among our entire kind, and what happened to you was a tragedy…but we do not murder our own kind.”

  Silence filled the air as I restrained my anger.

  “Not until you came along, that is.”

  “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you have no idea what happened. You weren’t there. I WAS. And I saw them, both of them…draped across the forest floor, dripping in their own blood…shifters standing above them…”

  I tried to bite back my tears, but the sorry little bastards denied me my composure. Humiliatingly, I began to sob in front of them, my shoulders bobbing with my cries.

  “You weren’t there! You can’t possibly defend your filthy, backstabbing kind when you didn’t see them, murdered by their…their own…”

  The pack averted their gaze, but their alpha kept his unwavering stare on me as I descended into a fresh fury of tears.

  “But you don’t understand…I was there,” he finally spoke after I had regained most of my composure.

  The words hit me like a slap in the face, and I slowly turned my furious, hateful eyes upon him. The words came slowly, drenched in malice as I carefully enunciated every last syllable. “You are going to have to repeat that for me.”

  “My name is Grizz…and these are my pack brothers: Patrick, Lionel, and Darren.” Each of the shifters in turn bowed his head respectfully in turn, before their alpha – Grizz – resumed his explanation. “I was but a cub when I met your father, but the night that he was murdered, I was a teenage shifter, already beginning the Change,” the alpha began to explain. “My family spoke very highly of him. That night, I was prowling with the rest of his pack in those woods, when we heard a disturbance. We rushed to aid your parents as quickly as we could, but by the time we got there…the wolves had already gotten them. It broke our hearts. They raced away as we arrived, right before you stumbled upon their clawed, ravaged bodies. Had we known you had seen us, we would have stayed and taken you in — but our thoughts were centered on vengeance. We chased the perpetrators for an hour, a small group of feral, regular wolves, and the pack of us overpowered them quickly. We didn’t rest until their sinews were ripped asunder, their blood drenching the underbrush.

  “But by the time we returned for you, the authorities had already whisked you away,” the alpha continued. “We learned our mistake all too quickly, knowing that in our bloodlust we let Erek’s very memory down. We should have immediately come for you instead. If only we had known that you were right there! Instead, you were pulled from our world, raised as an orphan with your own breed of personal vengeance in your heart…but we had no idea how deep your demands for justice would run.”

  I silently listened to his words with unflinching anger.

  “I wasn’t with the pack when you found them, still in the forest around your town. Just several dozen miles over,” he pointed towards the cave’s mouth. “I hadn’t heard from them in several years. But as the news of their deaths swept across the community, we knew that there was a new, deadly Hunter on the loose. We had encountered your order before, but the savagery of your kills…it was clear that this was something entirely new altogether. It sent a wave of panic through all were-kind. As shifters continuously fell across the years, all killed under the same circumstances, we began to piece together the truth. By the time we knew it was you, there was no stopping your advance.”

  “If that’s all true,” I spoke, carefully mulling over my words, “then why haven’t the lot of you simply disposed of me already? You could have rid the world of your scourge earlier, while I was unconscious…”

  “Others might have slaughtered you, but I knew your father,” he answered me. “I prowled with him. He was a good man…a good shifter. Even with my life on the line, I will never be the shifter who murdered Lira, daughter of Erek. No matter how far you had fallen, I knew firsthand the tragedy you had suffered, and the misunderstanding that guided every silver bullet you’ve ever fired.”

  I felt myself involuntarily avert my gaze. If this was all true…my gods, all the shifters that I’ve slain in my quest for revenge…

  “I am the only one left from that night. You started your rein of terror by killing the others, and through your primal, shifter need to hunt…you never stopped. You have carved fear into the hearts of every were in the country, and when they encounter a Hunter, they pray that it is not you.”

  I turned to him again, and the anger across his face is palatable. He approached me now, dropping to a kneel beside me, and for the first time since I had stirred I felt genuine fear.

  “You want to know why you are still alive? Why I haven’t enacted my own justice, avenging our kind? I’ll tell you why. I needed you awake and alive so that you could understand what I’m about to tell you.”

  I gritted my teeth, struggling to keep the fear out of my eyes. He was so close now, and I was so defenseless. “What is it?” I murmured through a clenched, tightened jaw.

  “I forgive you.”

  * * * *

  At the sound of his words, I was frozen on the spot. My brain couldn’t comprehend what it was hearing, and as I turned to him with wide, searching eyes, I looked deep into his own.

  But there was no malice there. No vengeance. He meant every one of those three words, and I was stripped of every ounce of fight that was within me.

  “You…forgive me?”

  He drew me into a warm hug, and I slumped almost lifelessly against him. My eyes fell upon the other three shifters, still on the other side of the fire. They had listened to the tale with unwavering curiosity, and stared at me with something akin to sympathy, if not outright respect.

  “You have spent so much time in pain, Lira,” he whispered into my ear. “And through this pain, your misunderstanding has slain many innocent lives. You’ve destroyed families and slain countless wanderers, searching for a pack to join. But if you are willing to atone for your sins…perhaps, within time, the community will find a place for even the likes of you. But you are going to have to earn it.”

  “How?” I asked quietly, reeling from the revelations of the night. It all made sense, what he had said. I had seen them flee the scene, my father’s pack. Their bodies were riddled with telltale claw marks, and the coroner had suspected bears…the signs all added up. But they added up wrong, and based on that I had made it my mission in life to slaughter them…all for nothing.

  And to think…my parents were avenged all along that fateful night.

  “You have slain dozens of werebears. You are going to have to bring some of them back. Not that your body will allow you to birth as many as you killed…but perhaps you can make up for several litters of them.”

  “You…wish to mate me?” The thought sparked a flicker of passion in the back of my mind as my baser animal instincts wrestled up from the darkness.

  “It’s a start,” he growled as he bit into my neck. “But you’re not mating me…you’ll be mating all of us.”

  “All of you?” I murmured, feeling his bite stir the embers of budding lust inside me. I had never spent enough time near werebear shifters for my primal urges to awaken, but the time we had spent rectifying my past had allowed them to creep up the back of my mind.

  “Of course. We are a pack, and we do everything together as such. It is about time that we had some cubs of our own…”


  As the others drew close, I felt the weight of my atonement — the debt for my sins. But as they surrounded me, their minds filled with need, all I could think about was how badly I needed to be satisfied…

  * * * *

  It wasn’t long before I was untied and drawn into the center of them, pushed down to my knees as they dropped their pants expectantly around me. Their thick, veiny cocks dangled in the semi-darkness against the flickering light of the fire, eager for a fulfillment that I found myself hungry to satisfy. Overcome with hunger, I grasped the first two within reach and began to stroke them on either side. The lead alpha, Grizz, stepped front-and-center and pulled my face down towards his own. As I submitted to my most primal urges, I eagerly parted my lips around his cock, licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip and wolfing his thick shaft down.

  The fourth shifter started to stroke himself and watched eagerly as I pumped my fists along the thick, engorged cocks in my hands. Frizz controlled the movements of my lips on his rod as he guided me, holding a fistful of my hair like reins. I welcomed him controlling my face, pleasing himself with my mouth as I dedicated myself to stroking off his brothers.

  After all the years I’d spent hunting down his kind — our kind — I would have been in hysterics if someone told me I’d be on my knees and ready to gangbang a pack of shifters. But here I was, loving every second of it, feeling every last ounce of disrespect I had for werebear kind sliding out of my head.

  Speaking of my head, the boys were having some fun redirecting my lips between them, and a roulette of cocks was sliding in and out of my mouth in succession. My hands were kept occupied as well with a rotation of thick, slick dicks, and I was growing aware that they were becoming impatient.

  These rugged shifters needed fulfillment.

  And I was all too happy to give it to them.

  I felt myself being plucked up from the ground, and my clothes were being ripped from me. Lips clasped onto mine, mouths biting into my shoulders as the skin was increasingly exposed. Nibbling mouths fell upon my curves, staggered with bites just rough enough to incite my lust. The inquisitive pairs of hands that quickly stripped off my layers pulled me down to my underwear before unclasping my bra, hooking into my panties, and removing the last barriers that I had.

  Soon, I was completely naked between the pack of them, my hands wandering to stroke their cocks or trail down their rippling abs, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before the satisfaction really began.

  They lowered me backwards into the furs, and descended upon me together. Mouths clasped around my nipples, hands working my breasts as I found my face being directed back towards a thick, wet cock. I gratefully accepted the gift and cradled the balls gently in my hand, the other hand pumping the shaft as I sucked and teased with my tongue. Meanwhile, I felt a set of lips kissing its way down my abdomen, tracing my body down towards my wet, ready pussy. They were sucking on the skin of my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart and sliding them over a pair of strong, chiseled shoulders. I felt the strength of the muscles beneath my pillowy thighs as the shifter beneath me grew more daring, leaving hicks so close to my pussy that I wanted to grab him and force his face where it belonged. Despite every ounce of fight in me daring to take control, I exercised my patience to its limits.

  Finally, his strong, calloused finger slid into my slit, and I felt his lips press against my hood as he sucked on my clit. Quivering with passion, I clamped my legs around his shoulders as he continued to stimulate me, finding room for another finger beside the first. Indicative of his experience, his fingertips effortlessly found my g-spot. The shifter pulled his face free and began to run circles against my clit with the thumb of his free hand. I felt his lips pressing against my thighs, kissing along my body as he carefully manipulated my wet, slick chasm like a fine-tuned instrument, before finally pulling everything free, holding my thighs firmly against his head, and burrowing his tongue deep inside me.

  I could barely concentrate as my hands instinctively clasped around the heads of the shifters sucking on my breasts. The shifter in my mouth repositioned himself, sitting against my face as he held himself steady with one hand — controlled the speed of my lips on his shaft — with the other clutching my hair.

  The sensations that rocked my body were more incredible than anything I had ever felt before. It felt like every last inch of me was being serviced by the shifters, with their bodies eagerly satiating me beyond belief.

  And yet, I needed more.

  So far, the passion between us had been tinder, the build-up to a slow and steady fire. But that gradual, rising fire was now a roaring flame of undying need — and it was clear that the mounting blaze was not just inside my loins. My shifter partners were growing rougher now, their animalistic natures bubbling to the surface in a cacophony of rugged, collective need. They started to snarl at one another, until I realized the truth.

  They were competing.

  Patrick and Lionel were fiercely clenching their teeth at one another, while a snarl started deep in Darren’s throat. But a roar among them turned all heads as Grizz knelt in front, the others forced aside out of sheer presence. Grasping his cock, still slick with my saliva, he lined it up with the drenched entrance to my hot, ready pussy.

  He was the alpha, and he intended to make me his before the others.

  Frizz pushed the purple, engorged helmet of his mighty erection into my slit, and my ankles parted to grant him proper access. Grasping them in his thick, calloused hands, he slid my hips closer in the furs, impaling me upon the scepter of his rugged, rock-hard passion. My lips quivered in a throaty moan as my body easily adjusted to his girth, even as it stretched my inner walls to their limits.

  “You belong to me first,” Grizz growled into my neck with a passionate bite. “Will you submit?”

  “Oh god, yes…” I murmured in response as he powered his hips into mine in a mighty clash, hilting his entire length into me.

  I had dedicated half my life to wiping shifters off of the Earth. Now that I knew the truth, I was dropping every last inhibition I had — letting a pack of them completely claim me.

  While the others hung around, pacing impatiently with the sweaty musk of our sex permeating the air, Grizz commanded my body in his rugged grasp. He pulled me up into his lap and forced me to rock my hips, his hands dictating a steady, swift rhythm that flooded my mind with pleasure. Meeting the descent of my thick thighs with the crushing might of his sculpted body, I felt his fingers clench into my skin, mixing pain into my pleasure.

  Before long, a bobbing cock fell into my peripheral, and I gratefully accepted it into my empty mouth. It was Darren who had taken control over my head, grasping me firmly by a handful of hair as he pistons my lips up and down his thick, juicy cock. The musk filled my nostrils as his shaft filled my mouth, pushing the helmet down into my throat. He was more daring than they had been during the cock-sucking roulette, and demanded more of me now — and more of my throat in particular. With his animal side dictating his need to dominate, he planned to claim every inch of me that he could — and that meant my lips crashing against the base of his thick, powerful shaft.

  But there were still two others to be pleased — and they weren’t willing to remain spectators for too long. Lionel stood tall and proud on the other side, growling at Darren until I felt my mouth being shoved onto the new shifter cock. Pushing my throat to its boundaries, they began to overpower me together, with one grasping me by the hair and crashing my lips down the other’s cock repeatedly before swapping duties. I felt my arousal deepen at their bond as they enforced each other’s pleasure.

  This still left Patrick. I heard him jacking off behind me, hearing the slight, sloppy motions as his saliva-coated shaft was pleasured independently of us, but I felt everyone stop and hold me in place as a pressure appeared at my hidden star. Frizz was holding my ass-cheeks spread as Patrick pushed the head of his cock up into my asshole, his teeth biting down on my throat.

  Amazingly, my body
was still in complete adaptation mode. His fullness pushed up into my ass, squeezed between my thick cheeks as Grizz let them rest around his shaft. Inching his way inside, he didn’t rest until I felt his thick, mighty balls begin to slap against my ass.

  With the last shifter situated, all five of us descended into a merry-go-round of complete mind-melting passion. The shifters mated me together, breeding my curvaceous body between them while they fucked me into oblivion as a pack.

  Grizz lay backwards while I was pushed forward into a kneel, my shins in the furs on either side of his thick, rippled chest. The shifters continued to fuck me as Grizz and Patrick held my hips in unison, thrusting against each other’s movements while I bounced on their thick, shifter shafts. Lionel and Darren continued to dominate my mouth together, holding me down on the other’s cock for twenty or thirty seconds at a time before rotating me for the other.

  With their unity falling apart upon their mounting need for satisfaction, they began to snarl at each other again. Darren’s fury seemed to mildly overpower his brother, who shrunk back lightly. Lionel pulled my free hand to his slick, needful cock as Darren permanently took over my mouth. With deep, thrusting motions, he pummeled the inside of my throat while I stroked Lionel towards completion.