"I swear, I'm not."
"Liar!"
Deepa glared at him, her eyes filled with hatred. "I don't know what the fuck your doing, but I promise that I'm going to end you. I'm going to strangle the life out of you with my bare hands, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
He stared at her, his expression blank.
Deepa didn't know why, but the words stung. She felt a strange sadness, as if she had lost something important.
"Fuck you," she hissed, before turning and running away as fast as she could.
Deepa was grateful for the darkness. It made it easier for her to scrounge up a worn jacket and jeans from a charity donation bin.
She tried her best to scrub the remnants of their fucking from her body in a public bathroom, but nothing could erasethe disgust that she felt. It was mortifying how easily she had accepted him on top of her, inside of her.
But worse than that was the way her body seemed to crave him. His smell was intoxicating, and his touch left a searing burn that was almost unbearable. Even at that moment, her thoughts still danced with memories of him, his cock deep inside her, his teeth biting into her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her waist. It felt like there was a magnet in her chest that was pulling her back towards him.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to rip him apart with her bare hands.
But she couldn't do any of that.
Because he had done something to her. Some sort of mind control, or magic, or something. Maybe he was a special kind of werewolf who could seduce the people he had turned.
Deepa gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the ache between her legs.
"You fucking idiot," she muttered to herself. "What would Parker think?"
If Parker knew how quickly she'd gone off to fuck a werewolf, he'd be disgusted.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cursed, trying to push away the images of Parker's disappointed face.
The pain was unbearable.
Deepa clenched her jaw, trying to fight back the tears.
"I have to end him," she whispered, her claws digging into her palms.
Deepa managed to hitchhike back to the city after sunrise. Her first stop was the public library. She had already long memorized the shelves after spending hours there as a teenager.
She kept her head down and made her way to a computer at the back of the room, typing inwerewolf powersinto the search engine. Infection Control had far more comprehensive archivesand experts, but she wasn't going anywhere near there unless she wanted to be riddled with bullets.
Deepa scrolled down the page, clicking on several results. Most of the articles already said what she knew, or were filled with utter nonsense. One guy claimed that werewolves were mind reading aliens sent from Pluto, while another claimed that they were god's retribution for premarital sex. The existence of werewolves had become well known in the past decade, but misinformation was rife.
Deepa sighed, trying to think back on everything she'd learned about the species.
She had been trained to find and kill them, not study them.
There was a section on werewolf mating.
Deepa clicked on a link only to be bombarded with pictures of naked men and women humping in the dark. There were wolves screwing wolves, and a half transformed guy pounding into a human woman from behind.
"Fuck," she hissed, closing the tab, her cheeks burning. She should have not just found that hot.
Deepa glanced up to see a camera in the corner, fixed on her side of the room. She quickly deleted the history, and logged out, keeping her head down as she strode out of the building.
It wasn't the first time that Deepa had been homeless. She spent a month living on the streets after her aunt's shitty boyfriend kicked her out. But this time she didn't have any social services to take her in. This time the government was trying to end her.
Deepa curled up to sleep in the park under a hedge, wrapping her arms around her knees to try and ward off the evening chill.She couldn't get comfortable, the hard ground was unforgiving, and the voices in her head were relentless, urging her tohunt, maim, and kill.
