We're disposable teens

-fade out-

When they had peeled their bodies apart, she hobbled on her paws, barely managing to keep herself steady. Her body felt weak and sore. She finally stumbled, sprawled upon the ground on her back, trying to catch her breath. Her heart pounded faster than it ever had before, trying to steady itself. The whole experience had been amazing, unlike anything she had done before. And she liked it. She liked it a lot. She found herself craving more. Again, a voice whispered. Do it again. She craned her head, looking over her stomach at the male who rested beside her. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. She could stick around, follow him around for a while. There could be plenty more nights like these, and the thought of that just thrilled her.

He came to life, rolling over and resting his head under her chin. She felt his warmth radiating to her skin, and if she listened closely, she could feel the faint beats of his heart. Then he spoke, asking what she wanted to do next. It hit her, the realisation that she actually had a life to go on with. She was young - she had another eight or so years of her life left. And to be honest, she didn't know what to do with those years. "I don't know," she murmured, her eyes low. "Do you still wanna find another pack and restart from there?" Not that she wanted to join another pack. She was done with them. But if that's what he wanted, she wouldn't argue, at least not for long.