Once mercy

A few days after being relieved by my male and ‘training’ the wolves, who had fully recovered albeit a bit traumatized.

It has been three weeks since that day.

I sat in my human form clothed, wearing a miniskirt that was to mid-thigh, paired with a crop top, exposing my defined midriff and arms, feet bare. Struggling not to snap at the surrounding wolves.

Tilting my head back, eyes half-lidded, I inhaled, resisting the urge to sneeze in annoyance. The air, even if it was somewhat clean it still reeked of impurities. The sun was hotter, and the night had an almost extreme chill.

As a wolf, it meant almost nothing, but still, my body was sensitive when wearing my human side. So, the chill began to penetrate my skin.

This felt good. The heat had flared a few days ago, making me both dazed and irritable. If it was not for the three enforcers and the fairy, I would have probable lose control by now.

What to do now?