26 comments/ 43642 views/ 95 favorites A Babe Amongst...Werewolves? Ch. 01 By: WildWolfGirl Hello Lit! This is a werewolf story, with elements of Non Human, NonConsent/Reluctance and BDSM, although be aware, this chapter has no sex scenes! But they're a coming! Feedback welcome, good or the bad, but please be gentle, I'm sensitive! Thanks for reading! :) Chapter 1 I hurried down the deserted street nervously, my eyes flicking around, checking my surroundings as I went. "Why did I agree to work the late shift, why Elle Roberts, why?" I muttered to myself, somewhat melodramatically. It was hard to resist though, the tips were just so much better at night. I worked in a small Italian restaurant waitressing, and really needed all the money I got, I barely made the rent as it was. The area I lived in bordered one of the rougher areas, Jericho Green, and though it was relatively safe, occasionally the thugs from Jericho would stray into my district, in search of fresh victims. I turned the corner, sighing in relief, I was on my street now, it was a nice place, most if the houses were on larger blocks. I lived in the small block of units at the end of the street. As I kept walking down, I heard footsteps behind me. Startled I looked around, and couldn't help but squeak slightly in surprise. About 15 feet behind me were two enormous men. They had to be about 6'4-6'5, and were built like brick shithouses. They both had dark hair, though I couldn't make out their features in the dark I could see one of the men had longish hair, and the other had a buzz cut I quickly looked ahead and sped up my pace. "Almost there Elle, you're just being paranoid" I told myself, as the men's footsteps dropped further away from earshot. I risked looking back, and could see they were now about 30 feet behind me. I smiled to myself "so silly Elle," I chided. I looked forward again, only to freeze. There was another man in front of me, blocking my path. Unlike the other two, his hair was blonde, his skin pale, but there was something about him that was so similar to the others. He smiled at me, a cruel gleam in his eye. I felt my stomach give a nervous roll, my mouth was dry. I looked behind me again, the two men were about 15 feet behind me, but they'd stopped moving, just watching, waiting. "RUN!!" My mind screamed at me, but I couldn't. I was to scared, I don't know, I guess in the flight or fight response system, I'd gone with the apparent third option..freeze. I continued to stare at them, I could feel myself trembling. The blonde man smiled again, and took a step towards me "hello there little one" he said easily, "you look like you're going to be a lot of fun" then licked his lips and looked me up and down, leaving no confusion as to his meaning. I stared him for another second, before adrenaline finally kicked my butt into action. I bolted to the left across the street, desperate to escape these men. Where I was running to I'm not actually sure, truthfully I was so panicked I was more like a cornered animal rather than a skillful escapee. I could hear their feet thudding behind me. I was barely halfway across the road before I felt hands around my waist. I inhaled to let out a huge scream, when a thick forearm dressed against my throat, silencing me. I gasped for air as the arm tightened, I clawed frantically at my captors arm. "Really now" I heard Buzz Cut whisper silkily into my ear, "you don't want to cause a scene do you? I'd hate to have to kill one of your neighbors if they were to come out here, in some misguided attempt to help you." I stiffened, before slackening in his arms, breathing noisily as he released his arm from my neck, and simply stood slightly behind me. Most of my neighbors were elderly, retirees and the such. These men were dangerous, but I didn't want anyone else to get hurt. Blondie halted in front of me and chuckled, "there's a good girl, now get in the van" he said condescendingly, smirking down at me. I glared at him angrily. I may not be screaming my lungs out but that didn't mean I was going to make their abduction any easier. I spat at him, hitting his cheek. "Fuck you, you ugly prick" I hissed, "I'm not getting into your van like some goddamn pet!" Blondie stared as he slowly wiped the spit from his face. As he leant towards me, I felt my fury dissolve rapidly, quickly replacing itself with fear. "Good job Elle," I berated myself internally "take 10 fucking seconds to run away from strange scary men, but then when you know you're going to be abducted by them, THEN spit at them, fucking brilliant." As Blondie went to grab me, panic overtook me again as I quickly tried to dart away forgetting about Buzz Cut and Long Hair flanking me. In my haste to get away I merely ended up smashing into Buzz Cut, before landing on my butt on the road. Buzz Cut started down at me, smirking, clearly unaffected by the collision. Before I could get up myself, I was hauled up onto my feet by Blondie. He hugged me from behind, I could feel his hardness through the back of my skirt. One of his large hands wrapped around my throat, the other squeezed my crotch, I tried to squirm away, but his grip just tightened. "Oh, you're going to pay for that little stunt" he whispered to me "I'm going to enjoy making you regret that." Despite my anger, I felt my body shiver involuntarily at his threat. He chuckled before dragging me to a darkened van and shoving me into the van. I landed awkwardly, and whirled around at one last attempt to fight. Before I could do anything, I felt a pin prick on my neck, and then blackness took me. "Ugh" I groaned, my head was spinning, and my eyes felt like they were cemented shut as I slowly peeled them open. Memories of last night quickly started popping up. The abduction, the men, the van. I quickly tried to stand up, before realizing I couldn't. I was sitting on my butt on the ground, my hands were bound to a wooden pole behind my back, my feet were tied together at the ankles and a piece of cloth was tied around my head, gagging me. I was also naked, I realized, as I looked down at my body. "Wonderful, just fucking wonderful." As my eyes slowly adjusted, the only source of light coming from a fire, I was outside, in a what appeared to be a small clearing in a forest. I blinked again, totally disorientated. I heard a whimpering noise to my left, I swiveled my head and gasped. To the left of me were more women, bound and gagged in the same way as me on poles, each about 5 feet apart, in a line. Quickly I counted, there were five, five other women than me. "Holy shit, keep calm" I breathed to myself, "calm down, breathe, just breathe." I forced myself to breathe slowly and evenly, although I could feel my whole body shaking against the pole. A branch cracked in the forest, drawing our attention, silencing the whimpering. Suddenly, Blondie appeared, all he had on was a pair of low hung jeans, a predatory look on his face. He was flanked by two extremely large dark grey wolves. As he stood there, I could see there were more men and wolves standing around us in a circle, all the other men were naked, and all silent. I just stared at him in shock. "What the fuck is this?" I thought to myself "some sort of weird sacrificial cult?" Near me I could hear the whimpers start up again, louder this time. I was terrified, but more than that, I was fucking livid! I had spent the last three years busting my ass waiting tables, struggling to make ends meet, only to end up as some picture in a police station on a goddam missing persons board! I was an orphan, so it wasn't as if I'd have family pushing to find me or anything, I'd be forgotten, invisible. My adrenaline surged as I got angry, and I struggled uselessly against my bonds. Blondie raised an eyebrow at me, I scowled back in response. "Pack members" he boomed, walking into the clearing. "Tonight, we bring in new blood! " Some of the wolves howled, sending shivers down my spine. A slow, cruel smile crossed his face. "It's time for the Changing Ceremony" he announced, as he approached the farthest woman from me, at the other end of the line of poles. He pulled out a knife from his pants. I felt my stomach clench, the small woman on the end was sobbing as she struggled, her legs pushing into the dirt. He deftly reached behind her, cutting her bonds free, and doing the same for her ankles and her mouth. He roughly pulled her to her feet, and dragged her away from the poles. She tried to cover herself with her hands, crying. "Run" he barked. She started at him, bewildered. "Run" he barked again, before looking towards the two wolves, "unless you want them to catch you" her eyes widened at the meaning, before turning to run. It happened so fast, if I blinked I would of missed it. She had taken hardly a step before they were on her, biting and tearing. I closed my eyes as I listened to her screaming, my anger had quickly been replaced by cold hard fear. I trembled, her screaming had stopped, I could hear her breathing hoarsely, her gasps short and jagged. Blondie reached down and patted one of the giant wolves on the head, before heading towards the second woman. As he untied her she seemed to have a better idea, she took off right away, but her legs were wobbly from being tied up. She made it to the forest, when suddenly a large black wolf tackled her to the ground. I could see her arms flailing as he shook her in her jaws like the proverbial rag doll. The wolves and men were excited, it was the strangest, most terrifying thing I had ever seen. "Some sort of weird cult that bred giant wolf dogs" I wondered to myself. As Blondie approached the third woman, I shut my eyes, I couldn't watch this. I ignored her screams, as well as the women after her, refusing to even watch. Suddenly, there was silence. I realised then, that it was my turn. As I opened my eyes again, I surveyed the scene. The woman were all slumped on the ground, bloodied and bleeding, but I noted, still alive. "God were these sick fuckers going to just keep doing this until we died?" I wondered, as I glared at Blondie as he came over to me. He crouched in front of me, "I've been looking forward to watching you," he hissed, "thought I'd save you for last." As he leaned forward to cut my bonds me, I pulled my legs up so my feet were flat against the ground, so I could rise quickly. As he cut my bonds, I tried to look terrified,which, was easier than I would've liked. He cut the bonds off my mouth and legs first, then reach behind for my arms. I felt my arms fall to my sides. As he began to rise, I lunged for him. Scrabbling, I scratched his face, and aiming for the part where his neck meets his shoulder, I bit that motherfucker as hard as I could. "Screw this, if I'm going to die, I might as well try and get my pound of flesh first" I thought, as I clenched tighter on his neck, tasting blood, my nails raking down his face. He howled as he threw me off him, I landed in the dirt, winding me. I grinned ferociously at him in satisfaction, pleased that I at least drew blood. The ugly scratches ran down the right side of his face, and he looked livid. "Sorry Blondie, were you expecting me to cower in front of your little dogs?" I spat angrily, though to me it sounded desperate and terrified. I couldn't help but cower slightly, despite my facade as the two large brown wolves advanced on me. "Well, at least I probably pissed them off enough to get a quick death" I thought. "No" Blondie stated. I stared at him. No? Perhaps he was impressed with my bravery and was going to let me go? He must have seen the hopeful look in my eyes. He laughed. "Not you, them" he nodded towards the wolves. "Normally, they get the pleasure, but I think I'm going to enjoy hurting you.." I felt my blood run cold as he pulled off his pants. "Great, I only managed to get myself raped the savaged, nice one Elle" I thought. As he stood up again, I gasped. At around 6'4, blonde and tanned, I had to admit he was a magnificent specimen. However all my attention was focused between his now naked legs. "That's it" I gasped, staring, completely shocked. I'd never seen one like it! Despite my fear, or perhaps in part due to it, I started laughing. "That's it" I gasped again between breaths. "You make this big show, and then that's what you have to show for it?" I pointed a shaking hand to his crotch, before rolling forward onto my knees. "Well for your sakes I hope you're a grower not a shower" I quipped, as I laughed hysterically, powerless to control myself. "Big bad Blondie has a small package" I crowed out, unable to calm down. I rolled onto my back and kept laughing, I was almost crying I laughed so hard. I could feel my body shaking, and I could feel his anger but I just couldn't stop myself. "I'm sorry" I wheezed, holding up my hand, "it's not your fault, frostbite isn't something to make fun of" I managed to splutter out, before losing control again. I knew this was a bad idea, ridiculing him, but screw it, I figured I was about to die, might as well get a few shots. I could hear a strange popping noise, which grabbed my attention. As I sat up and stared at him I shrieked. His face was strangely elongated and be was hunched over unnaturally, blonde hair was covering his body as I watched. "Not hair" I realized, "fur." I watched in horror as Blondie was replaced by a large, blonde wolf. He growled as he approached me, I scrambled backwards on the ground, my mind spinning. "Werewolves, he's a fucking werewolf, but that's not possible, that's not possible" I thought frantically. I felt my back hit something solid, I looked up to see one of the men looking down at me, I'd backed up into his legs. As I looked forward again, Blondie lunged, his jaws wide open. I felt them close around my torso, and then mercifully darkness took me. A Babe Amongst...Werewolves? Ch. 02 Hello everyone :) So Chapter 2 is below, and I am working on Ch. 3 now! Also, in this chapter when the perspective changes character I'll use +++++++ to identify. Feel free to leave feedback/comments, I hope you guys like it! :) * Pain...Cold...Hot...Hurting...Dreaming...Nightmare...Pain...Pain....Pain... I was so confused...so exhausted...everything was blurry... "My mind isn't working properly" I think vaguely, as I laid slumped on my back on a dirt floor. Colours and blackness swirls in my vision as I stare at the wooden rafters holding up the roof of the building. My entire body is limp, well at least I think it is. Or was it? I wondered. When was that? Where was I? When where I? I want to be at work in bed I thought. I'm not even sure if what I just thought made sense, or if I just thought at all. Maybe I spoke? Who knows..? I feel my lids dropping, and I fall asleep on the floor, exhausted. I wake on the same dirt floor. I think I might be in a barn, but I'm not sure, the room is still spinning around me gently. "I....ju...just....pl...pleas...please" I mutter feverishly. I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I feel so gluggy and disorientated. Like that moment before you faint, where you are simultaneously super aware of everything, but then completely disconnected, confused and weak. As I shudder, I look up from the floor and see Blondie and another man I don't recognise staring down at me. Blondie looks satisfied, I scowl up at him before stopping quickly. Shit! My eyebrows just almost fell off my face from doing that. Better be careful Elle. I think to myself. Don't want those suckers to get away. As I lie there, I wonder vaguely about what people do when their eyebrows fall off them, before I feel myself getting lifted from the ground. As I am raised, my skin gets unbearably hot, and I arch my back in pain, a haze of red clouds my vision, and yet again, I am lost to the dreamworld... ...I'm in another room now, underground I think. The floor is cement, or something hard and cold anyway. My body shakes uncontrollably, my skin is so itchy. I moan helplessly on the ground. Blondie is standing over me again, this time with Buzz Cut. Suddenly their faces distort, as if they were standing in front of carnival mirrors. I reach out to touch their faces, but as I move my hand in front of me, their face changes with it. I wave my hand around for some time, watching their faces stretch and widen, sometimes comically other times grotesquely. After a while their faces become less malleable and before long, they are completely normal above me, still staring down. Uselessly I continue to wiggle my hand in front of my face, hoping to continue the effect. ++++++++++ Dennis stared down at his newest werebitch. He was quite pleased it was that mouthy one on the end, he'd hoped she'd be the one to pull through. She'll wish she hadn't soon enough he thought to himself maliciously. She'd regret biting him and making fun of his cock then. He continued to study her as she lay there, weakly waving her hand in front of her face, giggling as she did it. She was attractive, he decided, very attractive. Long brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin and a nice body. Not fat, but not super slim either, a nice womanly body. She was reasonably tall to, about 5'9 or so. He looked at her full pink lips as she continued her hand games, looking forward to the day when she'd be on her knees servicing him. Her movements had stopped now, and her lids were heavy with fatigue from her game. "Shall we move her to the cage Alpha?" asked Joe respectively. "Yes, she has made it through the first stage of transition, the cages will be fine. Make sure she has a foam mat, and that none of the others touch her" ordered Dennis. He reached down and slowly stroked the side of her face, as she lay there. He eyed his Beta. "That includes you to Joe, I want to be the first inside this bitch. I have a debt to pay, one I'm sure she won't enjoy" Joe grinned at his Alpha's cruel words, as he reached down and hoisted the sleeping women up over his shoulder. Dennis watched as Joe quickly transferred the woman into one of the remaining empty cages in the enormous basement, and then rapidly filled a small bowl with water, and tossed in a small foam mattress for her to lie on. He then quickly padlocked the front of the cage shut and locked it. As Joe headed back to Dennis, who was standing near the bottom of the basement stairs, Dennis looked at the unconscious woman in her cage then surveyed the large dimly lit basement with satisfaction. There were three dozen cages in total in the room, and capacity was close to 100%, he noted, pleased. As he stared, staring back at him were many frightened pairs of eyes from the other female captives, their eyes wide with fear at the sight of the ferocious and cruel Alpha. +++++++++++++ I groaned, fuck my head was pounding, as I slowly came to. As the cogs and wheels finally began turning in my brain, memories of what had happened over the last however lomg started flashing back to me. Werewolf // Blondie // barn // carnival // Buzz Cut // Pain // Teeth // Basement They flashed through quickly, and I sat up slowly, as my eyes adjusted to the poor lighting and I began to take in my surrounding. Oh. My. Fucking. God. Oh my god. Holy shitballs! . FUCKKKKK!! My mind screamed at me, as I looked around. For starters, I was in a cage. A bonafide, crazy dungeon master style cage. The cage was about 6x8ft and about 6 feet high. The cage was against the wall, so there were only bars on the front and two sides, with white painted brick behind me. The floor and ceiling were both some sort of thick steel, and the other three sides were all thick vertical bars. There was a door on the front bars, with a big locked padlock on it. Inside my cage was a crappy foam mattress, no sheets, and a bowl of water. Well of course there's not sheets, my brain yelled at me. This isn't the goddamn Four Seasons Maui you idiot! "Guess that's a no on the full English breakfast then" I muttered aloud to myself sarcastically. While my cage was scary enough, the true horrors lay just outside my beautiful accommodation. About thirty in fact, give or take a few. They were in cages that were exactly like mine. They watched my silently as I stared. Like me they were all naked, and most of them were heavily bruised and malnourished. The room we were in itself was huge, I mean, it was like a underground hall or something. It was very long, about 110 feet maybe, with cages on both sides of the room. All the cages had one side backed against the wall, and then each cage shared one wall with the cage next to it. Kind of like in a pound, I thought to myself, some sort of alternate werewolf pound. I continued to inspect the room, scanning it to see it there was any visible weapons or anything I could use to get the padlock off my door. "It's no use" said a voice. I just about leapt out of my skin. While I had certainly had a good look at everything else, I hadn't actually looked to see if I had neighbours or not. I stared, at looked at the woman in the cage next to me. She looked like she was in her early thirties. Her hair was slightly past her shoulders and dark blonde. She was quite delicate looking and couldn't of been more than 5'3. "What's no use?" I asked warily. "Trying to escape" she said softly. "Even if you somehow managed to get the lock off, they have guards up the stairs, watching the entrance. Plus not to mention patrolling the property in general. You'd never make it." I scowled, it wasn't exactly the news I had been hoping for. She slid her hand through the bars and extended it. "I'm Marigold, by the way" I snorted "Marigold? What was your sisters name, Daffodil?" I instantly regretted my words as soon as they came out of my mouth. Here I was trapped in some utterly bizarre situation after being attacked by a supposedly mythical fucking werewolf Viking type with a entertainingly small cock and I was being a bitch to the prisoner in the cell besides me with the unfortunate name? "I'm sorry" I added hastily "I didn't mean to be rude..I just..kinda popped out. I'm Elle by the way" I shrugged lamely. She smiled, "that's ok, my Mum went through a plant phase when me and my sisters were born" she paused, "considering their names are Thistle and Moonflower, I feel like I got off pretty well. Most people just call me Marie anyway" I laughed, "god Moonflower really? Jeez if they really didn't want her they could've just put her up for adoption, no need to make her suffer" We both laughed for a moment enjoying the normalcy of the situation. "So," I started. "What the fuck is going on here? I mean, what is, any of this? Why have they taken us here? What do they want from us? Also, I'm pretty sure that blonde dude turns into a dog." I blurted out, staring at her. The women in the other cages were still all silent, but they were all clearly listening to the conversation. Their eyes flicked back to Marigold as they waited for her to respond. They seemed almost deferential to her. "Dennis, the blonde guy, is a werewolf, as is all the other men here," she hesitated "and all the women." I stared at her for a moment as what she said sunk in to my rather thick skull. "Those pricks turned me into a goddam werewolf!?" I shrieked. "That's why they attacked me and those other women?" I suddenly looked back around to the cages, trying to spot the other five women that had been with me. Where were they? Marigold continued as I searched "the other women aren't here." I glanced at her questioningly. She sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Elle, what do you know about werewolves?" "Umm..only what Hollywood has told me. They are people who turn into wolves, they don't like silver and they go through alot of clothes?" I smiled, weakly, I was in shock over this whole insane situation. I was a fucking werewolf! They're not supposed to exist! That asshole Dennis better hope I don't get out of this cage, I thought violently. I'll rip his puny cock off then choke him with it! "...we don't have any problems with silver" Marigold was saying. I snapped back to attention. "Female and male weres you have to understand, are very different" she continued, "it's not like humans, there are noticeable differences, especially in speed and strength. Because of what we are, our animal instincts control a lot of our behaviours. We can't help but obeying the strongest, the most dominant, it's in our nature." I just looked at her, shocked. "Great, so now because I'm half dog, I'm going to roll over to every man I meet?" "No, not exactly. It's not just females that obey the strongest, all wolves want a strong Alpha. We have packs and pack rankings. Some male wolves aren't dominant at all. It's just that, men are always the Alphas, because male weres are significantly stronger." "Ok" I started slowly, trying to make sense. Better to keep calm for now, and get as informed as you can, I reasoned with myself. "So, you said there are packs, and rankings? How does that work, is it just a fight, so some women will be higher?" "Not quite," Marigold replied. "Male weres are ranked, the most dominant being the Alpha, or leader of the pack. Normally he will have a few Beta's, enforcers if you like." That must be what Buzz Cut and Long Hair are to Blondie, I thought to myself. "After that there isn't a specific name for your position, it's just everyone who isn't a Beta or Alpha, more of a ranking order. The rest of the wolves will be essentially ranked, from the most dominant to the least. It's not a hard and fast order, wolves can challenge the wolf above them on the list if they feel they deserve it." "So female weres fight the men?" I was kinda confused by now, I thought she said females were a lot weaker? "No, this is just male weres. Female weres get their rank from their mate, their partner. If you are an unmated female were, you'd just be at the bottom" "Fuck that is some outdated bullshit" I stated, rolling my eyes "I guess the whole women's lib thing has yet to take off among the supernatural." "It's just how it is," she shrugged. "You'll see, once your wolf is present, you'll understand more. It's just survival instincts." "Right." I was unconvinced, but I figured no point arguing about it now. "Ok so, I'm up with you til now, but then why are we here?" Marigold was quiet, she was staring at the floor, she looked forlorn. "There are two ways you can become werewolf," she started--CLANG!! We all jumped, as the door above burst open, and I could see four men, no four werewolves, I mentally corrected, start walking down the stairs. They seemed to have some sort of first aid kit or something with them. As they walked down, a large, disgusting looking man with greasy long hair and a gross long beard shouted out. "Rise and shine my beauties, it's time for your shots!" He laughed, and as they reached the bottom, I realised they had syringes, filled with a strange pale green liquid. Great, what now? I wondered bitterly... A Babe Amongst...Werewolves? Ch. 03 Sorry for the uber ridiculous delay!! Hope you enjoy :) +++++++++ As the men approached us, I was frightened, but even more so I was curious. What the hell was in this liquid? I wasn't particularly scared that it would kill me, after everything they'd done to get us that seemed a little pointless. Then again I reminded myself, they are crazy kidnapping werewolves so who knows! They were all dressed similarly, their boots were the heavy steel capped type you see on construction sites. Their jeans looked worn and well used. Longbeard, the leader of the group was wearing a white tshirt, I could make out dried baked beans and what looked like blood from where I waited in my cage. The other men had on creased, dirty flannel shirts with the buttons done up wrong. The women around me seemed wary of the needles, I could hear some of them breathing heavily, but they were not surprised by it. It must be a fairly common occurrence I thought to myself, trying to control my own breathing. Was it some sort of birth control I wondered. Or perhaps it's a cruel torturous liquid designed to hurt us for their entertainment? Or maybe they were trying to turn us into radioactive werewolves, because apparently turning us into mythical creatures wasn't enough. I really had no idea, so I watched silently, the only sound in the room was their heavy footsteps, echoing through the basement. They approached the first cage, the woman inside cowered before them, her dark brown hair falling into her face. She was clearly terrified of them, her arms were wrapped protectively around her torso, almost as if she were literally holding herself together. As they reached the bars of her cell, the men's large frames partially blocked my view, though my gut twisted in anger when I saw she had hand shaped bruises on her forearms and neck. To my surprise, when Longbeard beckoned her with his forefinger, not even saying a word she meekly obeyed him, approaching them with her head lowered, her arms still wrapped protectively around herself. Fearfully, she stuck her bruised arm through the bars, where he roughly grabbed it and injected her with whatever was inside. Once the syringe had emptied, I waited with bated breath, expecting her to start spasming on the floor in agony at any moment. Instead, she just rubbed the crook of her elbow where she'd received her injection, a trembling hand wiping away the singular drop of blood before she curled back up in the corner of her cage on a small foam square. Longbeard quickly dropped the used syringe into a small box that one of the men were holding before pulling out a new needle. They then repeated this process, working their way down the first side of cages, before working their way back up towards us. One by one the women tearfully came forward and stuck their arms through the bars, allowing our captors to inject them. As they got closer, I could feel my heart thudding, I swear it was so loud I was sure everyone could heard it. I didn't care about the needles, or even what was in them, whatever the heck it was, I knew it wasn't fatal at least. It was the compliance that scared me. Not one woman had resisted, despite their obvious reluctance. What the hell had they done to these women to make them that scared? What would they do to me when I refused? My heart was pounding, my breathing was still ragged, despite my attempts to appear calm before them as I watched Longbeard inject Marigold. I steeled myself as they approached me, but instead they simply walked right past my cage. Longbeard leered at me as he did, his eyes roaming over my body before moving to the woman on the other side. I was half relieved, half annoyed. All that stress and nothing, no needle! I'd just about had a damn heart attack! Perhaps they were planning on coming back for me, take their time and enjoy the new girl I thought angrily. But no, once they injected the last woman they quickly packed up the materials into a black case, before huddling together and whispering to themselves shooting excited glances back towards us. I could practically smell the fear in the air, as Longbeard turned around to face us, a huge, terrifying grin on his face, his cronies wearing the same wide predatory smiles. "So ladies" he boomed. "Who wants to play a game?" I shuddered, as many of the women around me began to cry. ++++++++++++++++ Grand Alpha Lorek angrily pounded his fists into the solid oak table, growling loudly as he did. He stared down for the millionth time at the photographs of the rogue wolves the packs had been pursuing. His wolf was clawing at his belly, howling, pacing and frustrated, straining to get out. He struggled to keep himself and his wolf under control, feeling his skin ripple as his wolf tried to get him to shift. Lorek been like this for two months, ever since his mate had been taken from him, along with the women from packs under his protection. He was in his office, an enormous room with dark wood panelling on the ceiling and walls. Large bay windows jutted out slightly from the left side, allowing room for cushioned window seats for sitting on. It was a decidedly masculine room, somewhat similar to a cigar room in a golf club, or some sort of exclusive ''mens" club. Lots of heavy, masculine colours and furniture, mainly greys, blues and browns, save for the bright yellow pillows that prettily rested on the window seats. A large flatscreen was mounted onto one of the walls. The room was dominated by his huge ornate wooden desk, easily the size of a double bed. On its sides were carvings of wolves frolicking in the woods in different situations. Strewn across the desk were maps, photographs of various men including Dennis and Longbeard, along with printouts of emails and text correspondence with their dates and times. A quiet knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter" he barked. In walked his Beta, Kane. "The Five Territory Alphas are here, Grand Alpha" he said respectfully. Lorek straightened up above his desk, and watched as five large, muscular looking men entered his office. The air thickened with tension as the six strongest and most powerful Alphas in North America sat in the same room. Before the kidnappings had started, they'd had their meetings via Skype, but the seriousness of the situation needed more than that. The abductions of female weres, including mated weres had put the entire community in edge, and increased tenfold when the Grand Alphas mate was taken. Lorek and the Territory Alphas had been hunting the kidnappers for a number of months, although, as of yet the kidnappers had been elusive. They'd been careful and well organized, covering their tracks, but finally someone had made a mistake and they had a lead, a solid lead. Lorek's wolf ached to take control and hunt down those wolves and tear them apart piece by piece, until their bodies were no more than little scraps of meat littered on the ground. No matter how badly Lorek agreed though, he cautioned his wolf, instructing him to wait for a little longer. If they were to attack without a good plan, the wolves might panic, and kill the women. His wolf snarled viciously at the thought, no one touches his mate! Lorek's jaw tensed as he fought his wolf back down yet again. As Grand Alpha he was considered the leader of all werewolves. All other Alpha's reported to him, and his word was law. I have to show more control he thought to himself as he forced his attention to the men at the table. The five Territory Alpha's all settled down on chairs around the large desk. There were approximately 160 werewolf packs in North America. Each Territory Alpha had their own pack, and then was in charge of around approximately 25-45 packs all with their own Alphas who reported to them. They then reported to the Grand Alpha. Canada and the US was essentially divided into four even (packwise) quarters, with each Alpha being in charge of one territory, plus Alaska. Lorek had set this system into place when he became Grand Alpha, over three hundred years ago. Before that there had only been a Grand Alpha and Alphas of each individual pack that had reported to the Grand Alpha, but Lorek didn't like that system. It was too difficult to keep an eye on all the packs properly, there was too much wasted death and abuse that was overlooked. In the late 1700's, when the number of packs increased exponentially, he had urged his predecessor to implement Territory Alphas to keep a better eye on things. When he'd refused, Lorek had challenged him for the position of Grand Alpha. Lorek had won, and had been Grand Alpha ever since. It was a simple system, but it worked relatively well. The biggest risk was one of his Territory Alphas getting a taste for power and trying to take control. So far Lorek had bested any challenges that had been made, he was a gifted fighter. Lorek studied the Alphas all sitting at the table, waiting expectantly. He knew that there had been whispers of a coup, ever since he'd lost his mate. Werewolves saying he wasn't strong enough to lead if he couldn't even protect his mate. He wondered of the Territory Alphas who could potentially challenge him. Alpha Sven sat across from him, his eyes roaming the room as he waited for Lorek to begin. He was the Territory leader of Alaska, and while he had only twenty packs to keep control of, less than that of the the other Alpha's, he was also the most ambitious. Of all the Territory leaders Sven was Lorek's least favourite. He studied Sven, with his pale blue eyes and white blonde hair and slimmer, more boyish frame compared to the other Alphas, though still muscular, he was the poster child for the Nordic stereotype. Alpha Morgan was at the end of the table, his mate had also been taken by the rogues. His reddish brown hair fell into his eyes, but he didn't seem to notice as he waited for Lorek to speak. Lorek recognised his expression, frustration, desperation, anger and fear. It wasn't a look Alphas had very often, control was something they all excelled at and craved in equal doses. He couldn't help but wonder if he looked like Morgan too. He glanced at the next man at the table, Alpha Miguel. Miguel was originally from South America, his dark eyes flickered, taking in everything. He had an olive complexion and curly dark hair, Miguel was probably the most popular of all the Alphas, with a quick smile and a joke for anyone. Sometimes wolves would take his smiles for weakness and challenge him, but Miguel was as funny as he was ferocious. He controlled the South East packs of the US, ending in the New Orleans. He lived in Atlanta, where he looked after thirty-one packs. Lorek didn't think Miguel would challenge him, his mate had just given birth, a rare occurrence in the were community. Besides, Lorek knew he would best Miguel in a challenge, and he was sure Miguel knew that too. His close friend, South West Territory Alpha Corman say stiffly beside him. Last, but certainly not least was Alpha Leo. Lorek turned his head to look at the final Territory Alpha. Leo controlled the North East packs, including Toronto, New York, Chicago and Boston. There were forty-six packs in his territory, significantly more than any other Alpha. If there was an Alpha to properly challenge me, admitted Lorek reluctantly to himself, it would be Leo. At 6'4 he cut an imposing figure even in here. Despite been a good hundred and seventy years younger than Lorek, Leo's power was undeniable, and his control legendary. His dark hair was cut short, and his eyes a startling green, Leo waited impassively for Lorek to begin. "Thank you for coming so quickly gentlemen " started Lorek, as he sat down at the head of the desk. "As you're all aware the rogue pack has been abducting female wolves and, we believe kidnapping human women and forcibly turning them in an attempt to create more mates for themselves. The Alphas all nodded affirmatively at this, a low, terrifying growl had resounded around the room with Alpha Lorek's statement. Females were rare in wolf packs, and wolves, especially Alpha wolves were protective of their female pack members. "Some of our scouts followed a lead and ended up in North Dakota," continued Lorek. He leant forward, and put his hands on the desk. "We believe we have found their location. I understand you all brought your best fighters from your territories?" The Alphas nodded again, their eyes were bright. Lorek's wolf was howling with excitement, FINALLY!! "Alpha Corman if you could start us off," Lorek turned to the last man at the table. Alpha Corman, who controlled the North West packs. He was ex military and he still kept his light brown hair in a buzz cut, his face hard and stern. He rarely raised his voice and seemed to be in complete control of his emotions at all times. Despite his stony countenance, he was very protective and caring of his packs, and well respected and liked by the wolves. There were thirty-three packs in his territory. Corman was a fair and just Territory leader Lorek trusted him implicitly. His military background was invaluable, as he launched into an explanation with the other Alphas discussing a detailed plan of attack to bring down the rogues. They surveyed the rogue wolves base of operations intently, making sure they wouldn't be leaving any room for escape. Once the Alphas were all satisfied with the arrangements, Lorek rose from his chair. "Explain the battle plan to your warriors and prepare your things, we leave in one hour for Dakota. We will attack them tonight" he ordered with a finality that only a true Alpha can. The Alpha's rose simultaneously, the excitement palpable in the air. The rogues had taken women from every territory, and they were out for blood. +++++++++++++++++ Longbeard leisurely surveyed the room. Cruelly he smiled, before pointing his finger at the first cage. "Eenie meenie, minie mo. Which little wolf gets to go. To run outside and howl to the moon, don't worry girls you'll all go soon. This big wolf will count to ten." As he counted, he pointed to each caged woman. "And count back again" the women cringed as he pointed to their cage. "Far out, you're out." His finger landed on a young woman, probably two or three years younger than me, I would of been surprised of she was even twenty one, with long dark blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She cried out as he selected her and scrambled to the back of her cage, her slim frame quivering. The four men approached the bars, their eyes were gleaming as Longbeard unlocked the cage, ducking as he entered. She tried to fight, swinging wildly at him, but at 5'5 she was dwarfed substantially by him, and he easily twisted her arm behind her back before pulling her into a vicious headlock. She was gasping and crying as he dragged her out of the cage, her fingers were clawing at his arm. The other men were crowding her, groping her breasts and ass. Her breasts were already beginning to redden from abuse, she shrieked as her nipples were cruelly twisted and pulled. One of the men pried her thighs apart, thrusting his fingers into her crotch, she was yelping in pain as he began to roughly finger her. That poor poor girl, I felt like I was going to be sick, I didn't even want to think about what other horrors she was about to face. Watching this was bringing back too many painful memories for me. As her abuse continued I screamed silently, rage flowing through my body as I watched them continue to maul her, they were clearly enjoying making us watch her suffering. I couldn't do anything to help her, I can't even get out of this fucking cage! Tears ran down my face silently in rage. I closed my eyes briefly, as I was flooded with images from my foster homes, I was still a helpless little girl I thought bitterly. A pained cry, louder this time startled me out of my reverie. My fists clenched as an eerie sense of calm settled over me. Just think, think what to do I chanted to myself. My mind was blank, I had no fucking idea! They had started dragging her towards the stairs, probably to take her to the other kidnappers I realised. If I was going to act I should do something now! Fuck come on Elle, come up with something I mentally yelled at myself, anything, just distract them!! "Hey ugly!" I suddenly shouted. Longbeard turned back to me, surprised. The other women looked at me like I was insane, but the girl in a headlock stared at me desperately and it spurred me on. "Yeah you, you big ugly lumps of meat! Want to hear a joke?" Longbeard and his three cronies were still staring at me. I guessed they didn't get a lot of backchat down here. "Ok well, I'm going to take the open mouths and vacant expressions as a yes" I continued quickly, in for a penny in for a pound I figured, inwardly shrugging. "You're so ugly, it looks like your face caught on fire and someone put it out with a fork!" "You're so ugly, I understand now why some animals eat their young!" "You're so stupid, you asked what was the number for 911!" "You're so ugly, your doctor is a vet!" "You're so ugly, you have to Trick or Treat by phone!" I furiously continued yelling out these insults, silently thanking the sole middle school friend who had given me a book full of them as a gift. They were still staring at me, absolutely flabbergasted as I shrieked insults at them for a good ten minutes, getting louder and more worked up as I went. "AND FINALLY," I hollered "YOU'RE SO UGLY, THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN GET SOME IS TO FORCE IT, BECAUSE NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT YOUR UGLY STUPID HAIRY BITCH ASSES OTHERWISE!" I huffed as I finished screaming, out of insults. Admittedly, the finale was not my most eloquent work, but I think it got the message across. The men were white they were so angry, but, to my delight, I could see that Longbeard had let go of the girl completely, he had forgotten her in his anger towards me. She was now standing to the side of him, her arms wrapped around her body. She wasn't moving and her face was bloodied, they'd split her lip in the struggle. She stood still, trying to avoid their attention. As I glared at them, I considered what I'd just done and what would most likely now be done to me, and started to feel a little nauseous. I had just insulted four enormous werewolves, while I was still locked in a cage... fucking awesome. Seriously, I berated myself, what is it with you and pissing off dangerous men once you have no chance of escape? Probably need to work on that I told myself. The men were ignoring the blonde girl though, I had protected her girl from whatever horrors they'd had planned, they wouldn't break me. I straightened my spine as I continued to glare at them, keeping eye contact. As I stood there I couldn't help but remember how I'd gotten passed over for an assistant team leader position at the restaurant because they thought I couldn't be assertive, clearly they'd never seen me naked in a cage surrounded by werewolves before. Longbeard and the others finally snapped out of it, he roughly dragged the blonde back to her cage, and threw her in and locked it. "You're going to regret that, you fucking little cunt" he swore at me, as he headed towards my cage. As he came closer I started mocking him "here puppy, *kissy sounds* come here little boy, does puppy want a doggy biscuit?" My brain was screaming at me to stop, but my suicidal conscience was proudly beating the war drums and screaming right along with me. Longbeard pulled out a set of keys, and began searching for mine. As he was looking, the door at the top of the basement opened, and in popped Buzz Cut. "What are you doing Olly?" he asked, glowering at him. Olly/Longbeard jerked his thumb at me. "We're about to show this bitch who's in charge is what!" A Babe Amongst...Werewolves? Ch. 03 "No you're not, not until the Alpha has had her" stated Buzz Cut. "You know the rules, you agreed when you joined this pack, and anyway" he added "you're all due on patrol in 10 minutes, so get the hell out of here." Olly looked at Buzz Cut mutinously, before glaring back at me. I blew him a kiss and winked. Was I fucking insane, I wondered. Olly curled his lip up in a sneer, before lunging towards the bars, surprising me, I stumbled backwards and landed on my ass. His hands curled around the bars as he stared down at me threateningly. "Just wait princess I'll get my hands" he then thrust his hips crudely towards me "on you soon enough" he licked his lips lasciviously before heading towards the stairs. Once they were gone and the door was locked, there was a collective sigh of relief from the women. I slumped against the bars, pleased I had stopped the rape, but terrified for my future safety. "Thank you" I wasn't even sure I'd heard correctly, it was said so quietly. I craned my head down the aisle to see the young woman, now back in her cage staring at me down the rows, through the bars. "Thank you" she repeated, "thank you for distracting them." A single tear rolled down her cheek, before she did an odd bow, before sitting back on the floor. "That's ok" I replied softly. "I'm Elle" I offered. She smiled back timidly "Amy" It was so worth it, I decided. Now, time for some information. I turned to Marigold, "so," I started with forced casualness. "Why wasn't I injected then?" +++++++++++ I growled softly in irritation as a young Beta from some southern pack got in my way. He must of heard me though, he leapt out of my way as if I'd shoved a hot poker up his ass. So there are advantages to being a Territory Alpha, I thought to myself amusedly, it's not just a huge pain in my ass with too much paperwork. My wolf wagged his tail in agreement, although we both knew we loved being a Territory Alpha, paperwork and all. "Alpha Leo!" I turned as someone shouted my name behind me, it was Alpha Morgan, he jogged to catch up with me. Alpha Morgan was in charge of the North West packs, B.C, and California were both in his area, he lived in a small town near the mountains, where he was able to travel between packs when required with ease. Other than Alaska, his territory was physically the largest, however he only had thirty packs. Morgan's mate had been taken along with Lorek's mate, so it was doubtful he would of been thinking of anything but getting her back. I felt sorry for the guy, his mate had been one of the ones taken in a raid, and he looked like shit. "Good to see you Leo" he said, clasping my hand in his and shaking it. "Could we talk in private for a minute" I nodded, before following him into a spare room. "So, Morgan, what can I do for you?" I asked bluntly. "You know they took Elizabeth?" Morgan growled. He looked more broken than ferocious, though I sympathised with the guy. I also was glad I didn't have a mate for this exact reason, what a pain in the ass. "I just wanted to ask, do you remember a pack member of mine, Olly Barcuso? Asked Morgan. "Vaguely, I think I disliked him, why?" "He was the one who betrayed us, and took Elizabeth and the other females from our pack" rumbled Morgan. "He was the big guy with the long hair and beard right?" "Yes that is him, if you see him at the battle" Morgan paused ominously "leave him, I want to kill that fucker myself, piece by piece. I grinned at Morgan savagely. "My pleasure, I'm sure there will be enough rogues to go around" We clasped hands again for a moment before Morgan nodded and walked off towards his packs. I surveyed the scene, all around me were wolves, the strongest and most vicious wolves from every pack in North America. My wolf was growling inside me, I couldn't wait to find these rogues. They'd taken female weres from my Territory, from every Territory, that was a crime that must be punished. Order needed to be restored, and until the wolves got their mates back, that wouldn't happen. ++++++++++++++ Marigold stood up and walked towards the bars between our cage, then sat down facing me. She crossed her legs and motioned for me to sit down and face her. I picked my ass up off the floor and strode over to the bars before plopping back down. I shivered, it was cold down here, I wrapped my arms around myself before waiting for Marigold to begin. "You weren't injected because it's a serum designed to suppress our wolves so we can't communicate with our packs. You won't be injected untIl you've fully turned" My head jerked up to meet her gaze. "I thought I was a werewolf? You mean I'm not, I can still be human?" And what the hell did she mean, suppresses our wolves? "You are in the second stage of changing into a werewolf," she began. "From here, there are two options, you turn werewolf, or, you die. Once the change has begun, there is no turning back" My heart sank as she said it, I knew hoping for a way out was to much to ask. "So, you were going to explain to me about this whole, turning into a furry creature on four legs deal, before Fido interrupted with the shots so spill" I decided to get the general facts before I got to distracted by specific details. I figured I probably understood the general points already, I'd read a bunch of werewolf stories as a kid but better to be certain. I smiled at Marigold, indicating to her that she should continue She clapped her hands together briskly. "So, werewolves are made two ways, you can be born were, or you can be turned. Most weres are turned, births are rare for our kind. It's harder for werewolves to get pregnant and more often than not they are male births. Which means the ratio of females to males is very very low, like 10:1 so without turned weres our species would die out." "Turned..." I repeated, slowly. "I assume by that you mean being savagely bitten by a werewolf and then kept in a state of crazy and pain for however long." She smiled wanly "yes, the turning isn't a gentle process. Once you heal from the wounds, you must wait for your wolf to make herself known, which is where you're at now. It normally takes a few days, in stronger weres it can be quicker. It's unusual for anything to go wrong now, although it can happen. The process to change is why there are so few female weres, most can't survive the original attack." "Is that what happened to the other women?" I tried to keep my tone calm, but I could hear it waver as I asked, and I'm sure Marigold could as well. "Yes" she replied bluntly. I appreciated her candor. I didn't want her to sugar coat it. "Is that why they took six of us? More chance of a successful turn?" "It is, the success rate for females is about 15% for men it's about 90%, so about one in six females.." She trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence. "Were all the women here turned by these werewolves? Were you? How do you know so much about us?" I wondered how many innocent women had died in order to turn us, how many families would never see their daughters again? "Nineteen of us were weres before this, myself included" her face twisted in distaste. "It's why they have to drug us, not only does it keep us weaker, if we weren't there's a chance we could communicate with our mates and then they'd find us." "What is a mate? And what do you mean, communicate?" "Werewolves mate for life. The easiest way to describe it is that they are your soulmate. A male were will recognize the scent of his mate as soon as he finds her. He'll mark her as his." She indicated to a faint bite mark at the crook of her neck where it meets the shoulder. I hadn't noticed it before through the bruises. "A male wolf will do anything and everything to protect his mate once he finds her. After you complete the mating ceremony, I'll explain that later," she added as she saw me open my mouth "mates are able to communicate telepathically. We can only do this with our mates, except the Alpha of the pack, he and his mate can communicate with anyone in their pack telepathically. I digested this slowly, my mind spinning. I couldn't help but wonder, if mates were so freaking great, how come Marigold and these other women were stuck in these cages like me? Were their mates dead? "So, how did they catch you and the others?" "The rogue wolves here planned a raid that we thought was going to be at the main estate. Like I said, wolves are protective, so they arranged for all the women in our pack to be guarded in our stronghold... every were pack has a stronghold," she added. "It turned out the raid was a huge diversion, we were the real targets. By the time our mates realised what was happening they were still too far away to stop them." "Didn't you try and fight them yourselves?" Why did the man always have to come and rescue us, I pondered. Oh please Elle, my subconscious sneered at me. Don't get all high and mighty, it's not like you put up much of a fights when you were kidnapped. Maybe if you'd had someone to fight for you to you wouldn't be stuck down here either! I inwardly rolled my eyes at myself. If I ever get out of this I told myself, definitely going to take some self defense classes. Or buy a gun. I grinned savagely, briefly fantasizing about blowing Blondie's, no sorry Dennis's I corrected brains out. I looked back to Marigold again, waiting. "We did try and fight, but we were significantly outnumbered and hit with a surprise attack. Three of the male wolves guarding us betrayed the pack and chose to align themselves with Dennis. If we hadn't surrendered it just would of meant more death" She sounded pained as she told me this, I felt guilty for bringing up such a difficult topic for her. "Ok," I started slowly, "I think so far I am more or less with you, but what I still don't understand is why they took you at, from what I understand a huge risk to their own safety by stealing another weres mate. And then, why bother with also turning human women? What is so important about having female werewolves? If they wanted to get laid they could just hire hookers, or go to a bar, it's not like some of them aren't ok looking." "You remember how I told you how few female were births there are?" Marigold started slowly. "Yes, 10:1" I glanced at her. "I'm assuming that's about the ratio in all weres as well?" Marigold nodded. "Not only that, but almost all of them are mated. Most single female wolves are incredibly rare, or still underage." I was beginning to understand the motivation more now, but there was still something she wasn't telling me. "But, if you're going to say, kidnap six human women, why kill five of them without doing anything? Not that I was hoping for it or something, but for me at least, they didn't touch me other than abducting me. What's the exact purpose of turning us, to mate so they can then get laid? What's the point? Can't wolves mate with humans?" "Technically speaking, some wolves have found their mates when they were human, though from what I understand it is extremely rare." She hesitated here, looking down at her feet. "Wolves only are supposed to mate with their true mates, however, I believe that these wolves are planning to forcibly mate with us." As she said this, some of the women around us began softly crying, and, I was pleased to hear, a few were quietly growling. "There's something you're not telling me" I said bluntly. "Which is, why. Can werewolves only have sex with their mates? It certainly didn't look like it earlier" I jerked my head towards Amy. "What is exactly so great about having a mate?" "Having a mate makes you a stronger wolf" her voice was steady and calm. "The men are able to control their wolves more easily, and we think, because they now have a mate to protect, it releases some sort of instinct in the wolves, making them better fighters, stronger, bigger, more focused." "So these men, have done this all to become stronger werewolves?" I was flabbergasted. All of this so they were a bit stronger? "Yes, I think they are hoping to mate with us and then challenge the Territory and Grand Alphas for their positions. The fact that they are mated, combined with the fact that two of the Alphas have lost their mates..." "So why haven't they mated with us yet? Are they waiting for a full moon?" I tried to joke, but it wasn't very funny, it sounded forced, even to me. "We think they're waiting until they have enough mates for everyone. See if an average pack has 10% mated wolves, and they have an entire pack of mated wolves..well that has never been done before. They could take over a Territory Alphas pack with that sort of power, and all the packs under his control." I was flabbergasted. "But why would the other packs just agree? That is ridiculous" "You need to understand Elle, werewolf packs aren't a democracy, it's survival of the fittest. It's not always fair, but it's part of being a werewolf, and of this world." I opened my mouth to argue, when we heard a large thud above us, and the sound of footsteps. Marigold grabbed my hand through the bars, looking at the door to the basement worriedly before turning to me. "Elle" she started seriously, "we don't have a lot of time before the Alpha, Dennis is going to come and I need you to listen seriously ok?" I nodded mutely, surprised by her seriousness. "Look, Dennis is going to come for you soon, and he's going to rape you. Don't talk, just listen" she ordered, looking back at the door. "The Alpha gets the women first, it's the rule, I know it's awful, I really do know." She was squeezing my hand harder now. "But whatever you do, don't fight, and don't antagonize him." She pleaded tearfully. "I've known Dennis a long time, we were in the same pack. He may call himself an Alpha, but he's not, not really. Real Alphas can communicate with their pack, he can't. They've pledged themselves to him, but it's not the same thing. And he knows it. But don't underestimate him, he is smart, and ruthless and dangerous. As much as he want female wolves, he is unstable, and if you push him to far he'll kill you." I was just staring at her wordlessly, how was I supposed to process this?! "He does the same thing to all the women. He's going to take you outside, in the woods" she started. "He'll strip, then let you go free. Then, he'll force you to run through the woods as a human, and he'll chase and scare you in his wolf form. Once he's had his fun, he'll change back and take you" Marigold was openly crying by now, as were a number of the other women, myself included. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. I was terrified, I didn't want this! "Why?" I rasped hoarsely. "Power" she stated simply. "He's not a true Alpha, he'll never get the level of respect our wolves would give a real Alpha, so he controls through fear. I know it awful, but sometimes to fight, you have to let the bad guys win. I know it's wrong, but don't make him angry. Our packs will come, I swear it, you just need to survive, please promise me.." She trailed off as the basement door was flung open. ***************************** The end of this chapter!! I swear I will try and be quicker I really want to finish story, hope you enjoyed it!! :-)