Spent, defeated and used, she didn’t fight when he dragged her across the floor and formed himself to her length in front of the fire. He was heavy against her, even as she felt as if she was sinking into the carpet. Pain radiates from a dozens sources, aches and burns and everything he had done to her protested throughout her body. His words racked through her, a threat more than anything.<br/><br/>Yet, sleep claimed her quickly while the sensation of safety was far off. He’d tucked her tightly into his chest and his breath caressed her shoulder and ear as his cock was hot against her thigh.<br/><br/>Sometime in the darkness of the tent, she slipped back into fur. Her temperature evened out, protected from his heat and that of the dwindling coals. Her ear flicked from time to time as his breath ran through the fur there. But she never moved, never turned to fight him or attempt to sink deadly canines into the softness of his neck. The wolf slept in peace, safe inside her soft fur strong bones.