Colton's Dilemma (Shadow Breeds) - By Dara Nelson Page 0,3

solitude, at least he thought he did until there was a beautiful, half-naked woman lying in his bed. He shook his head slightly to try to clear it then he began examining the scratches on her arms. None looked like the parallel scratches from claws – they all looked like they were from tree branches as she ran through the forest. She had some bruises on her arms and wrists that confused him, but so far, so good. He leaned over her to exam the other arm. Again, nothing too deep that required stitches and nothing that looked like it was from an animal. As he moved to stand back up, his hand accidently brushed across her right nipple. He inhaled sharply and felt a tingle in his loins. His cock throbbed a few times in his jeans, like a bear beginning to wake up from hibernation. He sighed then grabbed her arm and rolled her onto her side so he could examine her back. Nothing but a few tree branch scratches here too. Good enough, now for the lower half. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the button on her pants. He unzipped them and slid them down her legs, revealing a pair of black lace underwear that forced him to suppress a groan. Once upon a time, he had really appreciated a woman who wore sexy lingerie. He felt his cock throb again. “Stop it,” he mumbled to himself as he moved down to the end of the bed and pulled her torn pants off at her feet. He began his exam at her feet. Her left ankle looked swollen and bruised, sprained for sure, possible broken. And it was very painful, he noticed, since she groaned in her sleep when he touched it. “Sorry,” he whispered as he gently set it back on the bed. He went to his bag and pulled out a bandage then he wrapped the ankle as carefully as he could. He continued his exam – up her left leg until it reached the crest of her firm buttocks, then down the right. She had a gash on the right calf that he would need to stitch up, but still no bites or claw marks. He rolled her onto her side again then reached into this bag for another needle. As he injected the numbing agent into the cut, something caught his eye – on her left butt cheek, just at the panty line. Was that a bruise, he thought? He reached up and gently pulled her underwear down enough to reveal the bruise, and groaned. It was a bite mark. But something about it looked odd. He grabbed his magnifying glass and gently rolled her onto her stomach so he could get a better look. That was when he saw the dried blood on the inside of her thighs. “What the hell?” he whispered. He looked closely at the bite – it didn’t penetrate the skin, it was more of a bruise, and it looked almost human, almost but not quite. His eyes moved to the dried blood on the insides of her thighs. Sighing, he spread her legs apart slightly then he carefully slid his fingers underneath the thong that ran through the crack of her ass and up to her slit, and pulled it to the side. One quick glance confirmed his suspicions – there was definite tearing, she had been raped. “Fucking animals,” he growled. That was when it began to dawn on him what must have happened to her. The scoundrel wolf-man must have been raping her when he began to transform. That would explain the bruises he saw on her arms and throat. He must have tried to bite her, but it was before he had fully transformed. What kind of a sick fucker would do that? Rape a woman on the night he was going to transform. Was that what they did now? Rape them and then kill them right away? He felt the wolves were a minor annoyance before. But they left him alone and he left them alone. Up until now that had been a satisfactory arrangement. Now his blood boiled at the thought of them – they were a menace and it was time for them to go. He quietly stitched up her leg as his anger grew at the thought of what had been done to this poor woman. He used the rest of the warm water to clean her