Even your pu**y belongs to me, pup

Raven’s POV

I wake to the softness of sheets that don’t belong to me. The pillow smells like Saviour. I raise myself, memories smacking me back to reality.

I can almost feel it again… my bones cracking, fur soaked in rain, Victor’s voice, the excruciating shift.

My throat burns.

I frown at the ...