Chapter 3

Isabella

Violet led me deep into the erotic paradise, away from Diana's cold reception and into the heart of the club. Silver-blue lights bathed the corridors, creating a dreamlike glow that mimicked moonlight. Ancient wolf totems decorated the walls, their carved eyes seeming to track our every movement.

This place feels ancient and powerful... like it was built on sacred ground for creatures like us.

My skin tingled beneath my dress, unusually sensitive to every touch of fabric. Tonight—my eighteenth birthday—my wolf would finally manifest. I could almost feel her stirring within me, responding to the pure wolf energy that permeated this environment.

"The lighting is designed to mimic the energy of the moon," Violet explained. "Many find it calming, though some newly matured wolves might find it...

stimulating."

We rounded a corner, and I suddenly froze. In the center of a circular area, a female werewolf knelt on a platform covered in black velvet, her hands gently bound behind her back with delicate silver chains. Her posture was elegant and submissive, with a collar of moonstone around her neck that shimmered slightly.

A male werewolf stood before her, holding a slender leather whip, moving slowly and precisely across her shoulders, leaving faint red marks. Her body trembled slightly with each touch, her breathing rapid yet accompanied by a satisfied low moan, faint wolf markings appearing on her skin, visible yet ethereal in the artificial moonlight.

God, this scene has ignited something within me like a flame.

"This is a ritual of trust and control," Violet whispered, noticing my gaze. "They explore each other's boundaries this way. Her markings indicate she's accepting his energy, but this is just the beginning—true connection requires time and understanding."

I swallowed hard, unable to look away, the primal tension making my heart race.

"I forgot to ask—have you learned about these things?" Violet asked gently.

"I... I've seen clips online," I admitted, my cheeks burning.

We continued walking, my thoughts thrown into chaos by the scene, feeling both dangerous and strangely alluring. My omega nature was stirring, despite my attempts to suppress it.

In another area, a female werewolf was suspended from a low silver frame, her hands secured above her head with soft leather restraints, her toes barely touching the ground. Her body leaned slightly forward, her bare back exposed to the moonlight, skin smooth as silk. A male werewolf moved around her, holding a lit white candle, slowly tilting it to let drops of melted wax fall onto her shoulder blades.

She emitted soft moans as each drop of wax solidified on her skin, forming crystalline teardrops. Her blindfold, embroidered with intricate crescent patterns, blocked her vision but heightened her sensitivity to each touch, her body arching involuntarily, the scent of arousal permeating the air.

My lower body tightened, as if gripped by an invisible hand. What is happening to me?

"I wouldn't recommend any newly matured werewolf jump into such intense rituals," Violet advised. "Starting with simple contact and gradually adapting to each other's rhythm works better."

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling wetness between my thighs, shame and desire intertwined.

"Blindfolding amplifies the senses," Violet continued. "Every touch, every scent becomes more intense. You can never predict what will happen next, and your body responds involuntarily."

My body is already unbearably sensitive—even the wind against my skirt feels like a caress.

"We can go to the Moonlight Bar anytime," Violet suggested. "I remember how fast my heart was beating the first time I saw these rituals, so there's no rush."

"It's fine, we can continue," I said, my voice tense.

We passed through more corridors, each showcasing new aspects of werewolf intimacy that both terrified and fascinated me.

"These crescent-shaped archways lead to private bonding rooms," Violet explained, pointing to doorways carved into new moon shapes. "For those who prefer privacy. We also have special moonlight observation rooms where you can watch rituals through moon crystals. No one can sense your presence, but you can observe their bonding process. Very educational for newly matured werewolves."

As we walked, my temperature continued to rise, the wolf within becoming clearer with each step. By the time we reached the Moonlight Bar, I felt dizzy from sensory overload.

"Want to see something more... intense?" Violet's voice carried a hint of teasing, as if she saw through my discomfort.

I swallowed hard and nodded, despite the voice in my head screaming for me to run. She led me away from the bar, through a dimly lit corridor, stopping at a half-open room. Inside, a female werewolf knelt on a floor covered with a black fur rug, her hands tied behind her back with fine rope, the knots as intricate as artwork.

Her skin glowed faintly under the moonlight lamps, a collar of obsidian around her neck, a black silk ribbon blindfolding her eyes as she lay on a leather chaise, legs spread. A male werewolf stood beside her, holding a feather, gently tracing it across her labia. She trembled, releasing a low moan that seemed both painful and satisfied.

My heart pounded like a drum, that feather seeming to trace across my own skin.

"This is a game of the senses," Violet whispered. "The ropes keep her immobile, while the feather brings every inch of her skin to life. Have you ever experienced this? Completely letting go, allowing someone else to control your responses?"

I shook my head, my throat too dry for words. I had never imagined these things—control, submission, sensory extremes—but now my mind was picturing myself bound, shame and desire washing over me like a tide.

"It's frightening at first," she continued, her tone as gentle as if sharing a secret, "but if your partner understands you, understands your boundaries, that trust... makes you feel like you're flying. Do you think you could try? Or would you rather hold the rope?"

"I... I don't know," I whispered, my face burning, "This is... too complex."

She laughed softly: "That's okay. Everyone feels overwhelmed the first time they see these things. Your reactions tonight have already been brave."

Brave? No, I'm just a lost child who stumbled into a world I completely don't understand.