Chapter 10 Claimed By A Monster

• Elara POV
• The laughter of the men dissolved into a cacophony of vicious snarls and the tearing sound of fabric. I was pressed into the cold, wet mud, my mind screaming silent, desperate pleas as their drunken weight settled over me. I was finished. This was the dark abyss I was born for.
• ​Then, a sound that split the night, shattering the predatory mood. It wasn't the drunken howling of the pack; it was primal, impossibly loud, and charged with pure, unadulterated menace.