Chapter 3 by Belhurst

Right, left, center, or stay put?

A sharp left

You turn sharply to the left the moment a nearby alley presents to opportunity.

The hellhounds are faster and stronger than you, but all that inertia works against them here. You hear the scratching of claws trying to find purchase on pavement as the alpha’s momentum carries him past the alley.

You’ve bought yourself a precious few seconds, so you reach deep down for anything your body has left and take off at a sprint.

Behind you, a lighter female makes the turn, kicking off the building’s wall before dropping down to all fours to give chase. Black demon cum coats her swollen cunt and scaly legs, marking her as a recently transformed victim. From what you’ve observed, the fledglings seem particularly savage, as though overwhelmed by their newly lupine nature, their sapient minds only re-emerging over time and only if the alpha allowed it. If she gets you, you might not live long enough to be fucked into the pack.

You’re losing ground and that little trick probably won’t work again. Up ahead you see a light on in a third story window. There’s a fire escape you might be able to reach before she’s on you.

Then again you might have a better chance running. If you make it hard enough, they may look for easier prey.