EXPLICIT noncon and language, forced nudity, objectification, magic whump, werewolf whump, lady whump
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The leering gazes were worse than the silver; burning, searing into her naked body.
Moira reached for her wolf and found it hopelessly out of reach. Cold fear gripped her, her heart thudding frantically. She needed her wolf’s protection, to be covered in thick fur, bristling with teeth and claws to tear these fae to shreds.
“They’re always prettier like this…”
A voice remarked and her head snapped up, golden wolf eyes narrowing as a growl rumbling in the back of her throat. Her rust-red hair spilled over her pale body and pooled to the floor like blood.
“My wolf… Give it back.” She spat out, refusing to give into the urge to cover her body. Her weak, human body that they thought they could trap her in.
