Agree to go with Jakob and seek the triplets

As dismal as the option sounds, Adella realizes there really are no better alternatives. They will seek after the mystical and mythical triplet brothers, and they will take Jakob up on his offer to accompany them.

Once the decision is made, they spend the rest of the day preparing for the trip. As the ladies prepare provisions for the journey, Jakob rides to the nearest neighbors and asks them to keep an eye on Floreza while he is gone. He also grooms the ladies’ horse and prepares his own for the journey.

Floreza, for her part, offers helpful advice about the journey and also takes Adella aside to inspect her wound and to dress it appropriately.

“It is nearly closer up,” Floreza says gravely. “The wolf’s infection has taken root and will soon begin influencing you, if it hasn’t already.”

“How will I know?” Adella asks, desperately fighting the growing fear and hopelessness inside her.

“The werewolf is savage and primal. As it takes hold of your body and mind, it will awaken those same characteristics in you. Your breeding and discipline will serve you well as you fight to retain control of your reason, but you must always be on guard. When you are tired or under stress, you are most susceptible to its influence.”

Adella nods bravely.

“One other thing,” says Floreza, lowering her voice and drawing closer to Adella’s ear. “The she-wolf within you that will be fighting to get out will be heavily influenced by your own monthly cycle. If you find you are generally more amorous or aroused during your time of ovulation, you will likely find that feeling magnified many times — especially at night.”

Adella blushed despite the horror of her situation. Silently counting back to her last period, she realized she was rapidly approaching her most fertile time. Floreza smiled sadly, as if sensing her thoughts, and patted her arm. “It will be difficult, daughter, but you are strong and brave. You have already done what no man could do: you have slain the man-wolf. If anyone can overcome the curse, I believe it is you.”

Jakob entered the house with an armful of firewood for the stove. “I believe that is all for now, Grandmother. The Swensons have promised to check on you twice a day, and Martin Gablehouser has agreed to milk the cow and finish tending to the north field.”

“Then you should all get a good night’s rest before your journey,” said Floreza. “Come and eat your dinner and then you must sleep. Daylight will be here before you know it.”

They sit down to what might be their last hot meal for many days. Neither Adella nor Courtney have much of an appetite but do their best to eat everything Floreza urges upon them. When they have finished, the ladies prepare for bed. Jakob gives them his bedroom to share while he prepares a bedroll and lies down on the floor next to the stove in the kitchen.

Despite the early hour, Floreza extinguishes the lights, and the household descends into silence. Adella and Courtney are both sure they will not sleep a wink, but the comfort of the soft bed and the activities of the past couple of days soon send them both into slumber.

* * * * *

The bright moon fills the sky, and the stars are shining. Adella looks around and sees the trees and wonders how she got out of the house and how long she has been in the woods. She looks around for Floreza and Jakob’s home but does not see it.

She begins to run. Faster and faster. Guided by some unseen ****, she weaves through the thick forest effortlessly. Stopping for a moment to get her bearings, she looks down at herself and sees the places where branches have torn her bedclothes. With a sense of impatience, she grabs at the tattered garments and rips them off until she is completely nude.

A part of her brain tells her this is indecent, but she ignores it as she delights in the exhilaration of the fresh night air on her bare body. She resumes her run toward in the direction she feels compelled to go.

Leaping over a large fallen tree, Adella suddenly finds herself in a clearing and then sees what she should have known was the thing she sought. It is the werewolf, Tegan. He is not dead but is alive and fully transformed.

He is not alone. He has Courtney in his clutches. How did he get her? She should be back in Floreza’s house, sound asleep. Instead, she is slammed up against a tree, wearing only a few tattered strips of what remains of her bedclothes. Her pained and exhausted eyes are barely open, and her face is pressed painfully against the rough tree as the werewolf mounts her from behind and fucks her mercilessly.

Adella takes in the sight of the mighty beast slamming its lupine cock into her friend as its savage claws rip into her shoulders. He lets out a ferocious howl and withdraws from her, grasping her with one hand and throwing her to the ground like a rag doll.

Semen flows steadily from its horribly-engorged shaft as it turns to face Courtney again. Adella can tell Courtney is at her limit, and if the beast senses that too, it will descend on her and devour her with its sharp teeth, realizing she has served the extent of her usefulness as a plaything to satisfy his carnal lust.

Adella charges, weaponless, toward the beast. At the last second, the creature turns and sees her. Adella leaps, meeting the wolf full-on, knocking it to the ground. She kneels on its chest, with her hands around its neck. She feels the sharp lacerations on her back as he responds with his razor-sharp claws.

Taking the creature’s head in her hands, she braces herself for the killing move that will snap its neck, but she pauses, unable to do so. The ripping of her flesh is intense, and the pain is blinding. It is also desirable. It is passionate. It is alluring.

Without thinking, she repositions her knees off of the creature’s chest and straddles its waist. Keeping one hand on its neck, she uses the other to grab the wolf’s cock. It is massive, and her fingers are unable to meet because of its girth. The cock fights her as if it is a distinct entity, but she wrestles it and positions it between her legs before thrusting herself roughly down upon it, forcing it into a cunt that had never encountered even a human male’s touch.

The wolf howled in a mixture of rage and passion, and Adella felt its seed begin to flow freely inside her as it started to piston into her with animal savagery. Soon the wolf’s howl was joined by her own cry of pain and pleasure. She looked down at the beast and her hand around its throat and realized with horror that it was a wolf’s hand at the end of her arm!

Wanting to flee, but overcome by a desire to breed with this primal creature, Adella gave herself entirely to riding his mammoth rod, crying out as wave after wave of mind-numbing orgasm rocked her—

* * * * *

“Your Highness! Your Highness! ADELLA!”

Adella opened her eyes, seeing Courtney staring into her face, alarmed.

“What—?” Adella sat up, startled. Gone was the wolf and the forest. She was in bed at Floreza’s in her sweaty bedclothes.

“You were dreaming,” said Courtney. “I thought you were going to attack me, the way you were thrashing about. Whatever were you dreaming about?”

Adella reclined against her pillow. The dream had been so vivid! Her heart was pounding as if she had been running for miles. As she took deep breaths, her heartrate subsided, but one thing did not; between her legs she could feel a wetness, and she knew that her clit was swollen and aroused to a degree she had never known. Floreza Warner her about the primal, carnal urges of the shewolf within her, but she never imagined they would be so powerful or would hit her so soon.

“It was just a dream,” says Adella, dismissively. “Let’s just go back to sleep. I’m sorry to disturb you.”

Courtney studied her friend with concern. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it, Your Highness?”