Wide-eyed and scared I didn’t know what to do other than sit and wait for Him to return to finish today’s session so I could get on with my ever growing chores. Still in pain from a few nights ago, I groan and try to wrap my un-injured arm around my ribs to support them, only to fail due to the chains keeping my arms to the chair.
I can smell a separate scent coming closer, I can also hear loud footsteps. Remembering that Alpha didn’t lock the door when he left, I started panicking and trying to make the heavy metal chair move into one of the dark corners so I couldn’t be seen. It took me several moments to get the chair in the spot I wanted. Panting from being tired, my eyes start to drift closed.
I pray to the Goddess that she doesn’t let the intruder find me. I keep repeating the prayer more frantically when I hear the door handle jiggle. Knowing the door is old and doesn’t latch correctly, I quiet my breathing so that it can’t be heard, and accept my fate of this room being the last thing I see.
When the door finally opens, I see a half-wolf sniffing the air. When I realize she’s finally caught my scent, her face snaps in my direction. Her look crazed and her eyes a deep violet color, signifying that she’s a female Rouge, and one of higher rank too.
Before I know it, she’s upon me, dragging the chair back into the light. She makes a maniacal laugh and starts tearing the restraints off. After she’s gotten rid of the chains and metal bar around my waist, keeping me in the chair, she picks me up and swings me over her shoulder like I’m a bag of potatoes.
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I whine as my ribs complain in protest. The She-Rouge doesn’t fix how she holds me, causing more pain to my ribs and arm when she stomps heavily down a flight of stairs. Before I know it she’s laid me on the ground and started dragging me by my arm. Her nails digging into my arm, threatening to break skin. I yelp in pain as my bad knee gets jumbled by a large rock on the ground.
In three minutes, I’m plopped on the ground in the middle of, what I think is the Packhouse courtyard. I haven’t been out of that stone-walled room in over a month because Alpha thought I was being extra bad at the formal Coming of Age ceremony that they held for the heir to the pack. I was never allowed contact with her because Alpha deemed me as too filthy to be around her.
Some wolves see me as the Runt of the pack. Others see me as a lowly serving girl to be pushed around and beaten whenever they please. Then the Alpha is a whole different story.
After a few more minutes of both He- and She-Rouges dragging more of the pack to the courtyard and roughly shoving them to the ground, they circle around us, ears flattening, and all of them snarling, ready to pounce on us if we make any sudden moves.
After a moment of them baring their teeth at us in warnings, the air changes and I smell a foreboding scent approaching. This one not familiar, nor inviting. This one is one who should be avoided, one that is dangerous and not to be toyed with.
When the dangerous figure approaches, I can’t quite make out their features. They have the body shape of a woman but the muscular build and face of a man. Unable to decide which one they are, I wait until they speak.
