I sighed, whoever it was, especially a werewolf hunter, would kill for any opportunity to take down two werewolves just motionless in the forest alone, assuming Stefan was still in the same position behind me.

"Ahh! What is this! HELP!" I heard Stefan yowl.

My body turned into ice as I heard him screaming. What exactly was the being behind me that could make the fearless Stefan cower in fear? I felt cold drops of sweat forming on my back, soaking into my fur.

"AHH! AHH!" Stefan continued yowling, and there was nothing I could do to help him.

"Not there! Not in my ass! HELP!" My eyes widened in shock. What in the world was the being doing to Stefan? Was... Was it fucking a werewolf?

I cried, tears running down my yellow eyes, my black irises dilated with fear.

"Hey... Hey, it actually feels... Kinda good!" Stefan grunted.