Content notes: heightened senses, outdoor sex, cunnilingus
They’ve been here before, though not in this very woods. This is the game they play when the moon is full and when Christina’s instincts, usually dormant, awaken. The urge to hunt, to possess, becomes too strong to ignore. In a past life, Heather might have bucked at the change — the color of Christina’s eyes turning gold, her inhuman strength, speed and sense — but the fear was all gone now. All that remained was the chase.
Heather paused, panting against a tall pine. She had been running since dusk, and the night had soon fallen, swift and unyielding. She tried to quiet her breath to listen for any signs of approach — leaves underfoot, clothes rustling, a howl, but she heard nothi...