“Your name, girl?” the creature growled. For a moment she could only sob with fear, and he leaned down, snarling. “Your name!”
“Rose! Oh, oh please let me go, whatever my father did…”
“Rose.” His voice was quieter, thoughtful. “Suitable, yes.” He leaned close, so that she could see his eyes, the glowing gold of a wolf, and smell dust and unwashed fur. He bared long fangs, lips peeling back in a grimace. “Will you bear my child, Rose?”
She recoiled. “The child of a monster? I will never, you terrible beast!”
Her words had no effect. His claws taught her skirt, tearing it to ribbons that cascaded around her, allowing the air to chill her bare thighs.