Clara shuddered as she felt the raspy tongue of her previous attacker run over the wounds he had inflicted on her back and neck during the night. It was already dawn, that was what the little light coming into that room told her. However, it was still dark for her. She lay in a shaking ball in the corner, her body aching, her insides torn from the knot she had tried to pull out only causing herself more damage than she had done, and the wolf's semen still dripping disgustingly from her sex. Moa