I - The Breeding Ritual

Jenna shivered in the damp air. Her coat of fur shook in a tremble. She breathed slowly in and out of her nose, trying in vain tho stop her racing heart that pounded so hard it felt as if it would tear through her chest.

Her legs trebled as they shook. A ache settled between her thighs, marked with deep purple bruises and scratches hidden beneath her fur. A whimper of sorrow slipped past her lips.

Would her life always be full of such misery and humiliation? How many pups must she give away to satisfy the desires of her pack? How many times would she be punished?

The Breeder's life is not her own.