Epilogue

What in the actual fuck is this?

One minute I was deep-diving in some pixie pussy—tastes like cotton candy in case you were wondering—and the next, I'm waking up naked in a cage.

Now I am down for some insanely kinky shit. As in I will pretty much try anything once. But this? A fucking cage?

My wolf snarls and I keep fluctuating through a half-shift. My fur busts through my human-ish skin, only to recede again. It happens more times than I care to count before my wolf finally settles down.

Great. Not just a cage. A magicked cage.

I plop my naked ass on the cold cement floor and try to look around.

There isn't much to see though. It really just looks like a basement. Oh, whoever did this is going to fucking pay.

"So Alexis, does Ginger even know that you're in love with her?"

A woman walks down a pair of rickety steps. She looks familiar, but I can't quite place her. Still, something at the back of my mind tickles with recognition.

"Who the fuck are you?"

She laughs.

This bitch fucking laughs. Wow, and I thought I was unhinged. I don't think I could stare down my reaper and laugh like that, yet here she is. Laughing in my fucking face.

I'm going to rip her to pieces.

"Oh, Alexis. We are going to have so much fun together."

When she grabs a stick off the wall and pushes a button producing a tiny bolt at the tip, I snarl. This is most definitely not going to be fun.

I suddenly regret ever going home with that pixie and I think I may be forever ruined for cotton candy.

And that fact just makes me even angrier.

Alright, psycho bitch. Let's dance.