Valta lay reclining on the large bed covered in furs, a figure sculpted in shadows and moonlight. The air around her pulsed with a silent command. Beside her was Gregor, her chosen favorite, his chest still rising and falling strongly, his skin glowing faintly from the warmth of her presence.

She had personally chosen him to be more of a pleasure toy than a lover. She had other wolves to satisfy her desires, but she preferred Gregor.

Gregor was one of the few males in the pack who could hold he