Fire and Ice

Part of her couldn't believe this was actually happening. To her, of all wolves. Her, Roman Armada, the epitome of royalty. This cretin was attempting to rape her as if she was a peon, a commoner, not a goddess. It was scandalous. Movement happened in whirlwind, and she found herself pinned on her back, his teeth wrapped around her jugular. She froze. She wasn't a fool, she was in a position now, that could be deadly. She had tasted his blood again in satisfaction as she ripped into his ear, such satisfaction it had been. She had froze for a moment, her chest heaving from effort. How had she gotten into this position, let alone from a smaller creature... a stranger? She tried to kick with her back legs, that had been folded to her stomach, hoping the talons the bared would claw at his stomach, his wolf junk, anything that may make him let go.