Ch. 2
890 Words
I come back to reality when I heard that wicked laughter again. I cringe, grit my teeth and wait for his next step. It's the same routine, everyday. I am whipped, burned, thrown under freezing cold water, then left to wither until tomorrow morning. Or what I think is to be morning. They think they're breaking my will, my spirit. My torturer hopes to break me then present me as a slave to his leader, a demented and evil Alpha by the name of Knox Featherwood. And he leads the pack that destroyed mine, and another in their path, the Bloodlust pack.
I heard rumors as a kid of a pack set out to destroy us and others like us. But, being a kid, I thought they were just scary stories to makes up behave and train. Until I met them and they finally captured me. I gotta hand it to myself though. It took them 8 years to the DAY to finally capture me. For a young wolf with so little survival training that's a f*****g accomplishment, especially since the minimum age of these guys is like 16.
The stinging in my back finally subsided, but only for a moment. Then I begin to feel the burning of the cattle iron on my back. I tense up and seed with rage. I will not cry. I will not scream. I will not succumb. I will not let them win!
Groans of frustration fill the air. "Come on you stupid slut!! Scream for me just once! You're all nice and ready for Alpha but you have to let me see your fear face. So close yet so far," my torturer, Nolan, says as he waddles to the fire to heat up the cattle iron.
Nolan was a pudgy man and very emotionless except when inflecting pain on, well, anyone. He wasn't just my personal torturer, that was his role in the pack. The Butcher. Creepy, I know and I've been dealing with this moron for weeks now. And so far, I'm only one not to scream or submit. And I'm the only female here. And being unmated, makes me a bigger target.
Because I'm a Silver Mane wolf, some of the normal milestones in wolf development don't always apply. For example, I've been able to shift since I could walk. Also, I got to name my wolf. Usually your wolf is another part of you, a separate personality and name. Personality and attitude, check, but it's customary for your inner wolf's name to be chosen by the bearer. I loved Christmas growing up and I always hoped to name my child Noel. So at the ripe age of 6, she was named Noel.
"I still hate my name. It's not sassy enough," as she chimes in.
"Again, I was 6 and no offense you have no say whatsoever. And no, I'm not changing it now. "
She huffs then goes silent again.
Anyway back to the difference. The big difference is my pack can be lead by a Luna., with or without an Alpha. It's not always done by birth right, because the first born may not want the job but the second does. I'll explain more of that later because I think Nolan's coming back with a new burning tool... and he's not alone.
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"As you can you see, Alpha, she's ripe and ready to go. But she won't scream, wither, squirm. Nothing!! I apologize she's taking so long. I know you've been waiting for a while," Nolan says shakily. His waddles scuffle unsteadily under his feet. Knox is with him. I can smell his god awful BO.
Knox stands freakishly tall at 6 foot 5 inches, but he's built like a 20 year combat marine. His blood red eyes pierce any soul they look upon, his pitch black hair mirror his soul. He strolls up to me and gets in my face. I spit in his eye and he shouts then... laughs?
"Fiery little on ain't she? Hmm she's close enough. Release her and clean her up. She is to be in my room an no less than an hour."
Seriously? That's what it took? Me spitting in his eye?! Kinky much? Nolan breathes a sigh of relief and begins to lower me down to ground level and release my chains. All but the one around my neck. I am then led, like a f*****g dog literally, to the showers where the Alpha's concubines are cleaned and then presented. As I'm being led by the rolly polly olly, I begin to take in my surroundings and searching for an exit.
Noel? Pay attention. I think I see a way out. I channel my wolf back into my mind.
"Oh?? Is it finally time to open a can of whoop ass?" I feel her heart begin to race.
I shake my head and smile. I look left and nod. She takes a mental note and locks on a scent.
"Alright doll face. Just give me the usual signal and its whoop ass time." Noel says cheerfully and then slides back into silence.
Oh yeah, its whoop ass time. Its been a long time coming. And it's time to wreck some havoc.
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