Hierarchy of werewolves

“Would you like something to drink?” Adam's voice made her turn her eyes and thoughts to him.

“Anything that will get me drunk quickly.”

“Like father, like daughter.”

Anna glared at him with anger, but also with shame.

“You made me put on that costume, and come all this way to insult me? Couldn't you have done that at home?”

“No. But I didn't come here to listen to your insults either!”

“I'm not going to eat a raw pig's heart, or a pigeon's kidney, or anything else that animals like you are in the habit of eating. So I'll stay here and drink while you feed.”

Anna said and in the blink of an eye, Adam was lifting her by the arm, standing her up and wrapping his arms around her waist, his face lowering inches from hers. Anna didn't dare to breathe, with fear, excitement and anger. She felt him groping her body and when her breathing quickened, he tore at her dress with his long, sharp fingernail, stared at her menacingly and ripped it from her body. Then he released An