She was rescued by our pack, the Asara.

But with her delicious female scent, my brothers and I soon caught a whiff of her. We liked it and were quick to investigate.

It didn't take us long to figure out what she was hiding under that oversized cloak. And we each wanted a part of it.

She thought she could run from us? The best in enemy combat, the tracker and best sniffer in the pack, and the fastest one of us. Second to only our Alpha.

The Mating Moon is on the rise and my brothers and I don't mind sharing. As long as we each get a taste of that sweet scent. And to partake of that delicious body

She might resist but we're strong, and she is one of only seven breedable females...she won't be going anywhere until we've had our fill of her.

And under a Mating Moon, us males get insatiable.

Go ahead. Run little Vanna Rae, it's more fun that way...

The Pack's Girl (New Link)

When the door to my hut was tossed open, I wore Hunters clean tunic. Belted at my waist from some bits of rope Racer found for me. Turning it into a short dress. Long silk blonde hair draped my back down to my hips, swaying with each step I took. 


I stepped out unashamed. Bare feet hitting the dirt. Legs exposed to the morning breeze which felt remarkably refreshing. 


They all wore their pants. Bare bronzed chests brushing my shoulders and back as they moved with me. 


Like a single unit, they shifted as I shifted. Seeming to know my movements before I did. 


We walked to the center of camp where a crowd had gathered, positioned on logs. 


Primarily others that were marked or marked someone. Those that had not bred the night before were sulking elsewhere. Agonized from a night of unbearable frustration and pain. 


Vanquish swept my hair aside to reveal his bite mark on the side of my neck. 


Recovering