Preface
The town pub was usually this crowded on a Friday night at 1 am. The patrons were loud and rowdy while the staff were hot and tired.
One girl, a girl with brown hair to her ass, which was only just being shielded from view by a very thin skirt.
“He gorgeous, hows about another round for me and my boys.” A tall man in a dress shirt with bl v+n
de unkempt hair slurred.
“Coming right up sir.” The girl smiled.
As she turned away his hand grabbed her ass.
She took a deep breath and sighed, she should be used to this, after all this wasn’t the first guy who had grabbed her ass. Not even the first one that night.
“Who do you think your touching.” A man said gripping the man’s hand and moving it away.
“Owe man that’s my hand.” He slurred, “Do you know who you’re dealing with?”
The man clenched his hand and the drunk patron screamed in pain. “Nobody important.”
He then turned to the girl and without a word grabbed her hand and dragged her through the pub and out the back door into the ally.
“Hey, what-” But before she could ask what was happening he had her pinned up against the wall and was crushing his lips to hers.
She felt a heat sturr in her lower stomach and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him. She never did this with someone she hadn’t even spoken with. As a baby born from a one-night stand, she knew what these kinds of actions led to between two strangers.
After a heated few minutes he pulled back ever so slightly and she looked into his eyes.
She watched as his vibrant green eyes that shown even in the darkness of the ally turn into a golden brown color.
“I need you now.” He whispered.
She felt weak at the knees. His breath, instead of smelling of alcohol, smelt like jasmine and lavender and left a taste of honey on her tongue.
“Me too.” she found herself saying.
And without any more words, they let themselves go.
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She made sure to make as little noise as possible. They’d already burnt down her home, now they wanted every last member of her family?
She tried to run as fast as she could but it was hard to keep from snapping twigs and even with her keen senses she couldn’t help but hear the squelch of the mud and her feet sank in.
Who’s bright idea was it to build here again?
She tried not to think of her husband who was fighting for his, her, and their child’s life.
When she almost fell she knew she had to stop. They’d get caught if she kept this up.
She frantically looked around her for a safe space to hide her most precious treasure. She finally found a good spot under a willow tree. She raced under its branches and pulled her out.
The baby was somehow still sleeping like her world wasn’t crumbling all around her. Her mother bent down, draping a thick blanket over her, and kissed her cheeks one last time.
“My sweet baby,” she whispered, “Remember that we always loved you, and I pray the moon goddess keeps you safe.”
One last kiss on each chubby cheek and the woman stood up and ran out again, tripping and stumbling in the mud a few times. Not a few minutes later a pack of wolves ran right past the willow tree, only focused on chasing after the woman.
All was quiet for a moment.
The wind rustling the branches of the tree and crickets began to chirp.
The baby girl moaned softly and moved her head to the side but continued to dream.
While off in the distance a woman’s scream was cut off by the gurgling sound of her throat being ripped out.
