She reaches the camp...

Making her way back through the forest was much easier that Janine

thought it would be. She could make out the werewolf's paw prints in

the dirt, could follow the heavy musk his sweaty fur left on nearby

leaves. She could even smell his semen where scant drops had been

left along the trail.

Janine didn't stop to wonder about this. She ran, ran with a purpose,

but also ran for the pleasure of running, She was thankful for the

moon; it gave her light to see by, along with surges of adrenaline to

make the panic run easier. Her ruined clothing refused to stay

wrapped around her body. She discarded it without care, feeling

somehow more comfortable with running naked.

She reached the campsite, saw it in ruins. The tent was clawed

straight through, lying in tatters on the ground. Carly was face-down

and half-conscious in the dirt, with dribbling cum on her chin and in

her pussy. Vivian was being mounted nearby, moaning and gasping in a

hybrid of pain and pleasure as the werewolf fucked her with savage,

snarling strokes. He was nowhere near as gentle with the punk girl as

he'd been with Janine, rutting her like any animal would. The whole

scene didn't shock her; for reasons she couldn't fathom, she began to

get turned on. She felt her slit moisten once more, and began

salivating alone with her rising body heat.

Vivian looked up, tears running her dark mascara. "Janine...help me..."

Finn looked up to Janine, after jamming his cock deep inside Vivian

to shut her up. "Good, you have returned, my mate." He indicated

Carly's prone body with a thick claw. "I give you this one to sate

your pleasure."