A She-wolf Is Born.
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He sat upright on the bed, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. Withstanding the raucous complaints erupting from both his parents, Grayson seemed to care less.
“How dare she! Who's the w***e that laid her hands on my baby? Just take a look at his face. I swear she'll pay!” Mrs. Lockwood ranted non-stop, with her husband trying to calm her down.
Currently, Grayson is in a hospital, receiving treatment. As expected, a great part of his body has been covered with bandages due to how badly he was beaten up by Savannah. His parents are equally furious, while himself…is gleeful.
A text appeared and he smiled satisfactorily. “A great job will be done, Mr. Grayson. Today, she'll be gone”
Grayson's smile simply expanded afterward. “I'll show that b***h what it means to mess with me” he chuckled softly.
“Savannah West, you're going somewhere far away after tonight; you'll pay for what you did to me!” he swore, meaning every single word.
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NIGHT**
A headset occupied her ears while she walked casually through the woods, late at night. Her hands were dipped deeply into the baggy trousers she wore, and her reddish lips were held in a tight purse.
The light rays emanating from the moon shone gracefully on her flawless skin, simply adding more beauty to her appearance.
Apparently she spent the entire day in Queen High, the library to be specific. Although a notorious bully, her love for books is unquenchable. Some might wonder why she's walking deeper into the woods, but that's where her home is located.
Savannah slacked her steps once she sighted the shabby looking hut—the place she calls home is pitiful. Despite that, she loves it wholeheartedly.
Savannah is an orphan—her parents are unknown since the woman who nurtured her claimed she was found in a basket. The old lady has long been dead, so she's technically alone; A total introvert is what Savannah West is.
Approaching the hut, her sense of danger skyrocketed. Strangely, her nose detected unfamiliar scents from within the hut. Then again, she found it outrageous—a human can't perceive another human, right?
She waved that thought aside, claiming it to be silly, and inserted the keys. Moments later, she strolled into the dark, tiny living room. As the door creaked open, her eyes landed on three hefty, lethal—looking individuals.
As peculiar as it may sound, she saw them without the lights on. “What the hell?” she muttered unbelievably.
A move was yet to be made by her when a hard metal struck her head. So painful it was that she fell to the ground.
“Ah!” a cry elicited from her lips. Subsequently, chuckles of mockery filled her ears, followed by the lights coming on. Her head ached greatly in pain as she lifted it to behold four men in total, each grinning menacingly at her.
“Who…the f**k are you all?” she questioned painstakingly. “Our identities ain't s**t, sweetheart. We're here to take your pretty ass with us, got that?” one responded boastfully.
Savannah winced due to the pains from her back head; she's positive she's bleeding right now. She tried to stand up, only to get kicked brutally in the stomach.
She coughed out blood immediately since the kick was hellishly strong. Again, one kicked her, but it sent her rolling out of the hut.
Savannah held her aching stomach, coughing out blood while laying on the dirty ground. “What the f**k is going on? Who…the hell are they?” she muttered breathlessly as her blood drenched her palm.
The men walked gallantly towards Savannah, and it was only then, she noticed the large pipes they held—are they for real? They intend to kill her or what!
She glared fearlessly at them with gritted teeth—she feels so useless; she hates this feeling passionately.
“We heard you're a badass b***h. Come on, prove it!” one yelled before stomping aggressively on her back. She cried madly in pain. Thereafter, they all pounced on her, each kicking, punching, slapping and even digging their nails into her flesh.
Half an hour passed by and Savannah had completely lost all strength, will, and determination to fight back. They withdrew from her since she now looked lifeless with blood gushing profusely from every part of her body.
“She's one pretty b***h, ain't she?” one said, staring lustfully at her. “Quit eye f*cking her already. Jesus!” Another responded.
“Just don't do anything funny with her. Boss has great plans for her. Considering how endowed she is, the boss' going to sell her at the auction in the Wolf World”.
“The Wolf World? I thought those dirty animals eat humans”.
“Who the f**k told you that s**t? They absolutely do not!”
“The hell, do you know? You a wolf ?”
“Look, I don't have time to argue with a f*****g asshole. I'll go inform the boss” he sighed, moving away from them.
Meanwhile, Savannah could feel her body changing…drastically—the continued reflection of the moon's light on her body got her toes tingling.
Again, she weakly watched as her nails lengthened rapidly, dark fur sprouting from every spore on her skin, with a sudden gush of energy surging through her veins. “What's…what's happening to me?” she whispered fearfully. She never expected to receive a reply…but did…
‘Don't worry Anna. Let me take over’ a voice within spoken reassuringly. Before she could decipher who it might be, she seemingly lost consciousness.
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“Yes, boss…yes…we'll be bringing her soon. Oh, yes…she's a beauty…the prettiest b***h I've ever seen!” He ended the call abruptly, immediately an ear - deafening scream was heard. He rushed speedily back to Savannah's hut expecting to see Savannah on the floor, but gasped in amazement, fear, and horror instead.
His internal organs switched positions instantly in fear, with his legs turning into jelly with a pounding heart as he watched the gruesome scene.
His legs gave way, and he fell straight to the ground, yet he couldn't look away. His lips continuously quivered and he breathed unsteadily.
He sat there in fear, watching the dark wolf ripping his comrades to shed. The wolf looked exactly like the devil in fantasy; dark red unforgiving eyes that sent its enemies scurrying away—sharp pointy fangs that pierced brutally into its victim's soul and flesh—dangerous claws that ripped anything and everything to shreds; that's what he helplessly watched.
His comrades all fell dead by the hands of the wolf. It let out a mighty howl which sent even the sleeping birds to the sky.
And…when it turned those merciless eyes to face him…he gulped down emptiness, knowing his days of living were over.
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