The two remaining werewolves look at each other warily, then back at you. Arcade whimpers pathetically, cradling his burned and bleeding body with his good arm. Lope's eyes narrow to slits as he advances on you slowly, his lips pulled back in a snarl.

"We'll show you what we can do," Lope growls, "without your pathetic magic." Rhoth's corpse lies still between them, blood pooling around its charred remains.

Three of the pack move forward, positioning themselves behind you and closing in. Their teeth bared in a snarl, their claws dug into the ground, readying themselves for an attack.

"We will not let you escape us!" Rhoth snarls, clenching his fists in anticipation of battle. "We will kill you! And we will make sure you suffer... until the end."

Arcade whimpers, pressing himself against you pleadingly. The others howl in agreement, ready to take your place.

"Ahhhh!" Rhoth cries out, his body shuddering as he comes, hot cum spurting from his cock to coat your hand. He collapses limply onto the forest floor, panting heavily.

Arcade looks away uncomfortably, unable to watch anymore. "Perhaps," he says quietly, "we should leave them alone for a while." He glances at Lope, who's still touching himself, and his ears flush pink again.

Rhoth looks up at you, his eyes glittering in the dim moonlight. "I did," he growls, licking his lips. He pushes himself upright, then turns to face Lope, who's still looking away uncomfortably. "And what about you?"

Lope swallows hard, his cheeks flushing even darker as he feels Rhoth's gaze on him. "I... I did too," he mumbles finally, not meeting the alpha's eyes.

Arcade winces, shamefaced, yet still radiating an aura of satisfaction. His fingers trail along the contours of Nyarla's abdomen, following the gentle curves of her swelling belly.

"Yeah, yeah... I deserved that," he concedes, rubbing the tension out of her skin. "I just got carried away, okay? You're not used to this sorta thing, and my instincts went into overdrive."

His gaze lingers on the growing bulge between her legs before focusing back on her face. "Look, it won't happen again. I promise.

Nyarla looks up at him with hopeful eyes, not quite able to hide a smile as she feels the weight of his words and genuine apology. A softness settles over her features as she nods, trusting that he means what he says. "Okay," she whispers.

They sit together for some time, enjoying the warmth and closeness of each other's bodies. Eventually, Arcade helps Nyarla to her feet, offering his hand in support.

Kael watches from the doorway, mesmerized by your silhouette bathed in silvery light. He lingers there, hidden in the shadows, drinking in every curve of your body as you move gracefully. The sight sends a jolt of primal desire through him. When you finally turn towards him, catching his gaze, a slow, predatory grin spreads across his face.

"Beautiful," he breathes, his voice husky with longing. He crosses the room in three long strides, closing the distance between you with an urgency that speaks volumes. "Ready for us to truly celebrate your victory?"

Kael doesn't hesitate, diving onto the bed beside you with reckless abandon. His hands grasp your thighs, holding them down as he buries his face into the sweet scent of your arousal. Moans erupt from both of you as he begins to feast on you, his tongue slapping against your wet folds like a needy beast.

Your cries and gasps fuel his hunger, and he devours you with an unrelenting passion... and just when you thought it was all over, Kael's fingers slide inside you.

Arcade positions himself between your legs and slowly pushes inside you. You cry out in pain as his thick canine cock stretches you open. He pants heavily, eyes closed, savoring the feel of your tight warmth surrounding him. "Ahhh..." he moans softly. "You are so... perfect." The other two wolves watch silently, their expressions a mix of lust and satisfaction as they see Arcade taking their prize.

Arcade begins to move inside you, his hips thrusting forcefully against your body. He growls deep in his throat with each stroke, lost in the sensation of being deep inside another living creature. "Ahhh... yeah..." he moans as he picks up speed. Lope watches with hungry eyes, his cock already hard again at the sight of Arcade fucking you. Rhoth steps closer, idly toying with one of your breasts, waiting for his turn.

Arcade nods, his expression softening ever so slightly. "You're right. We couldn't have done it without you either."

With that, he turns on his heel and departs, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

As the sun sets outside, casting long shadows across the den, you continue to nurse your pups and wonder about the future - theirs and yours.

Arcade returns later that night, bearing a rabbit he's caught during the hunt. He presents it to you wordlessly before settling beside you, his presence a comforting warmth against the cold.

"Your turn next time,"