The end? wc: 554
There was a strange peace between them, a calm after their wild storm. She could feel the summer sun again, warm against their entwined hides. Their roles had shifted from predator and prey into something different that neither of them could understand. Abruptly he turned on her, his claws raking the abrasions on her sides as he rejected her, eliciting a pained yelp as they separated. She tumbled to the dirt, whimpering faintly as she curled herself into a ball. She tucked her head low as he roared his challenge, and she fully expected him to rain violence upon her, taking out his surge of masculine energy on her prostrate form. Frightened tears welled in her eyes as the dog growled and stood, towering over her. He was going to kill her after all, and she was too beaten to even run away. This would be the end of her, stripped of her dignity.
But the pain did not come. She could feel his soulless black eyes glaring at her, but he did not make another move toward her. Hesitantly she raised her face, peering up at him through a veil of tears as he snarled his ugly threat. She hated him for forcing himself on her, and bared her teeth in response, though they both knew she would not bite him. "...Stay away from me and my pack," she growled defensively, clutching her knees to her chest. She could survive his evil because she had been dragged through its depths before, and it was not new to her. But if he was to harm any of her packmates, especially if he came looking for her and found them instead, she could never forgive herself.
She had not even given serious consideration to what would happen if he actually had impregnated her... they really could be monsters, children of two unstable bloodlines. She was too damaged to raise pups anyway, and to be a single parent... Well, it wasn't what she had in mind when she thought of motherhood, so she pushed it from her thoughts. "D-don't ever come back here," she stammered, afraid of what would become of her. She knew her threats were hollow; he had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he could overpower her, and she was no warrior. She could rely on her packmates to defend her if she stayed within their borders, but... she hoped it wouldn't come to that. If the black dog never returned, she would not have to deal with the confusing feelings she had toward him, the mixed signals he kept sending her with his contradictory actions.
It was easier to hold onto the righteous anger and detest him, but as he stormed off away from her, she felt a sharp pang of loneliness overtake her. He had shown her mercy, which was more than she had gotten from other males. And she couldn't shake the feeling of him holding her at the end, how it had actually been... nice. She growled to herself, burying her face in her hands as the shuddering sobs began to rack her body. She was so pathetic. Even someone who abused her, she wanted to cling to them because it made her feel wanted in some way. He had called her a "dumb bitch", and he was right.