the girl lay tied up and gagged on a large, warm bed. Derian stood outside the door. Nothing was explained to her, she was simply kidnapped by a pack of werewolves while she was walking through the forest, they brought her here, apologized for the fact that they needed to do this, tied her up, undressed her and left her on the bed

He did not hear her trembling, he was too busy with the management of his pack, and she could not speak, as the gag prevented her. The same gag was necessary to protect the girl from madness when And now he would have to go through this again. Another woman brought in to appease his inner wolf for another night. He sighed wearily and moved toward the door, preparing himself for what was to come.

He paused, noticing the girl looking at him with frightened, pleading eyes as she whimpered softly through the gag. Her body trembled slightly in fear and disgust, unable to understand why she was there or what would happen next. He forced himself to move forward, steeling his resolve once more. He had no choice but to go through with this, for the sake of his pack and his own sanity.

He hesitated once more, unable to ignore the small glimmer of pleading in her eyes. Despite his strength and power, she was innocent, just another victim caught up in the brutal cycle of the full moon. The whimpers she made seemed almost human, like they belonged to someone frightened and confused rather than an animal. But he knew what he must do. With a sigh, he stepped forward, knelt beside her on the bed and reached out gently to remove the gag from her mouth.

He paused for a moment, his hand still on the gag, debating how much to say. Finally, he sighed again and answered truthfully. "Because I need... relief." His voice was low, deep and husky from habitually suppressing his true form's sounds. "But I will try not to harm you more than necessary."

He paused, considering her request. The girl's plea seemed genuine and non-threatening. Releasing a soft sigh, he slowly untied the knots binding her wrists behind her back. As soon as she was free, he placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning in close to meet her eyes. "Just remember, I am still very strong... If you are afraid or hurt me in any way, I cannot promise that I will be gentle," he warned softly.

He paused, watching her closely as she flinched under his touch. For a moment, he considered letting her have the time she asked for. Perhaps it would help to soothe the horror of being near him and buy him some peace in return. But then again, she was still his prey... He had no choice but to be careful.

"Very well," he replied softly, his tone gentle despite the force behind it. "I will give you a moment. But do not attempt to run or fight, or I must restrain you again." His hand hovered near her shoulder, prepared to reach out and grab her once more if necessary.

He considered her request carefully. It was unusual for anyone to ask for time to become accustomed to his presence, let alone survive the experience. But he could see the fear in her eyes and hear it in her voice, and something deep inside him responded to that vulnerability. Perhaps giving her a moment would help both of them find some sort of peace during this difficult night.

"Very well," he repeated softly, withdrawing his hand from her shoulder. "Take your time... I will be here." He settled back on his haunches, watching her carefully as he waited patiently for whatever she needed.

He paused, considering her question. "I will... do what is necessary," he replied softly, his voice rough with the knowledge of what that meant for them both. "But know this: if I am forced to restrain you again, it will only be because there is no other choice." He wished he could offer more reassurance, but the truth was as brutal as ever.

"I cannot say with certainty what will happen after tonight," he replied honestly, his voice low and steady. "But I hope that we can find a way to ease your suffering and the suffering of those in my pack." Despite himself, there was a hint of sincerity in his tone as he spoke these words; they were not just empty promises meant to appease her fears.

"For now," he continued gently, "perhaps you should focus on simply surviving this night." He shifted slightly on the bed, feeling uncomfortable with how exposed and vulnerable his position made him feel. But he knew that he could not leave her side; not until she was no longer a threat to herself or his pack.