Chapter 13: The Dominant Ritual
She moved forward like a blur of fur and flesh, claws raised to rip his chest. He only had time to roll to the side, causing the young she-wolf to miss her charge. He stood up cautiously, still analyzing the situation.
Her growl reverberated in the cave like contained thunder. Eren Vale kept the machete low, blade sideways, ready to parry — not kill.
The young she-wolf was less than two meters away. Now he could observe her features a bit better.
Her trunk and thigh muscles trembled with predatory restraint, faint light dancing over her grayish skin covered in short fur with irregular patterns. She wasn’t fully beastly — she was hybrid.
And beautiful, in her brutal way.
Fit, athletic, with well-defined arms and shoulders, without grotesque exaggeration. Her smooth, strong belly expanded with each panting breath. Firm breasts — partially covered by improvised strips of old fabric, stained with blood and dust — rose and fell in an animal rhythm.
Long, black, heavy hair fell like a mane over her lupine-humanoid face. Her eyes were pure fire: intense amber, with narrow vertical pupils full of hunger — but not just for flesh.
She had something of a wild queen. A brutal magnetism that didn’t come from smiles or kindness, but from raw power.
Fit slim. Predator. Dominant. Offensive posture, but hesitant.
She growled again, stepping forward. Her bare feet — half-human, half-lupine — sank into the muddy ground, short claws digging into the damp stone.
He raised the machete a centimeter.
"I don’t want to kill you."