The circle was on fire. The blistering, rampant fire of destruction, not the steady, bright burn of a ritual flame. Wolves howled Rael’s name until their throats were raw, rutting in piles of writhing flesh, blood smeared down their jaws where s*x and violence had become one. The stones of the circle were slick with sweat, come, spit, and blood.
A female was hauled screaming across the ground, her belly heaved against the dirt while three males took her in turn, clawing bloody grooves into her back. Her scream shredded into the chant and was swallowed by it. A pair of rivals began to lock jaws, teeth popping loose before they kissed through the blood, one rutting the other so hard his gut was audible.
Younger wolves clawed their elders open before mounting them, snarling into their ears
