My legs finally failed me, and I slid to the floor.  I could see a small pool of blood forming from the bite between my legs while a heavier trail of blood from my neck flowed over my breasts.“Where did he bite you?” she asked with a harsh tone that I chose to ignore. I pointed to my breast, neck, and crotch and she rolled her eyes.  “It figures.”She picked me up and carried me to my office as if I weighed nothing.  As she laid me down on the examination table, she said, “I’m going to have to heal the wounds with my saliva.  Believe me, this will be harder on me than on you.”She buried her mouth over the wound on my neck first, since it was losing the most blood.  Then, she moved to the wound in my crotch and worked her saliva over it in a way that I found soothing and comforting.  When she was satisfied that there was no sign of his attack, she moved to my breast and did the

The following morning Evan appeared at the breakfast table with his apologies for letting the werewolf get the better of him.  Megan and I held our breath as we waited for him to say more about what happened afterward, but he left it at the apology.Max was generous with his acceptance of the fact that the intruder turning into a werewolf took us all by surprise.  He kept insisting that it was impressive how valiantly Evan fought to begin with, considering the fact that one bite would have killed him.Angela joined us shortly after the conversation shifted to Megan’s kidnapping.  Her assurance that Evan wouldn’t remember anything was validated when he showed surprise at learning that the werewolf had made off with her.  He was even more surprised to learn that they’d snuck into the house and kidnapped me from my bed.  As was Angela, who’d slept soundly through the entire ordeal. When I told her that they’d gagged m