Chapter 2

The gates closed behind us with a heavy crack, the sound of it echoed in my chest. I clung tighter to Fenrir’s mane, my heart hammering as the town of Duskwood opened before me.

It wasn’t what I expected.

The colony wasn’t built like a normal city with neat lines of streets or rows of houses. It was carved into the bones of the forest itself. Dens gaped wide at the bases of frost trees, their entrances rimmed with thick roots with claw scratched symbols. Some were simple holes dug into the snow-covered earth, others reinforced with timber and hides stretched taut to keep out the wind. Behind them was a mountain where a large cavern had been carved into the sheer rock of the valley wall. I could smell smoked meat roasting from what I could only imagine was a butcher. I saw wolves walking out of a cove with their fur drenched, which I could only assume was a bathing area, and a pack of pups play fighting in the snow, tails wagging as they tumbled and yelped.

Wolves were everywhere.

They were like her. Wolf-folk, half-beast, half-human, their bodies bare and unashamed. They padded on hands and feet, their tails swaying high above them, breasts and cocks swinging freely with every motion. I watched as a pair of males loped past, their cocks hanging thick and half-hard in the cold air. A female passed in the other direction, her breasts full and swaying, her nipples stiff with cold, the lips of her pussy glistening as though she had just been mounted. She sniffed the air as she moved, ears flicking toward me, but otherwise paid me no more attention than one might give a rabbit or bird.

Everywhere I looked, it was the same: the natural ease of nakedness, of cocks stiffening and slits wet without shame, of breasts bouncing freely as they moved on all fours. Some lounged together by fire pits, tails curled lazily, licking each other’s fur. Others squatted outside their dens, gnawing on bones. The sight was shocking, but more than that, it was deeply natural. They were animals. Thinking and speaking, but animals all the same.

My wolf-girl guide slowed her stride, her body off the ground just high enough to allow her breasts to sway freely beneath her, her tail flagging above her bare slit as she glanced back at me. Her red eye gleamed, amused at the way I stared, the way my cock stirred helplessly at the open display around me. Skoll padded beside her, his massive paws crunching the snow, while Fenrir carried me deeper into the valley, toward the largest den of all, the one set in the center of the mountain wall.

I shivered despite the heat of the beast beneath me, my cock throbbing between my legs. The girl watched, her eyes drifting to the bobbing shaft between my thighs. She licked her lips, her tail swaying higher, before turning her face forward again, her shoulders shifting and rocking as she bounded toward the massive cave.

Once we were inside, I saw a massive throne perched at the back of the cavern. Carved from the same dark rock as the mountain itself, the seat was huge, large enough for a massive bear, or a dozen wolves to lounge on, but there wasn’t a bear, or a dozen wolves on the throne.