So, you might think I ran to Clark and his little b**h right away and ended their miserable lives, but no. I was not that stupid. Clark didn’t deserve to die, not his new little wh**e either; it would be too easy on them. Besides, I needed training. I was still weak.
Even if both of them were slippery as eels and had an IQ that matched the animal. Their ranks made their wolves robust, and would defend their human counterpart if someone threatened their lives. A fight that I would lose. Even if my trail of thought changed, my body was weak, my heart still in pieces, and my soul still black and crying.
When I came back, I was basically a rogue; no pack and no family. All alone in my own misery and hatred. I figured out that I would need a pack of sorts, but I didn’t want just any pack. This was a time to be innovative. I sought out a small pack I remember hearing about from my parents when I was young: specially trained werewolves and hybrids in combat, stealth, tactics, and tracking. If they were an average pack, they would be the strongest ones around, that I’m sure of, but they weren’t.
They were hunters.
Not like the human hunters that track down supernatural beings and kill them just for the fun of it or just because they hated them.
No. This little community consisted of retired hunters that used to work for the supernatural government. Their job was to seek out, investigate, and hunt down werewolves, hybrids, vampires, dragon shifters that broke the rules, criminals who killed humans and exposed themselves, and so on.
Now, I could benefit from the knowledge I got in my previous life because I spent my days in the packhouse with the Luna and years of listening to my parents talk about their last missions and connections. I called a man named Collin, who worked in the government, and after my recollection, he has a soft spot for young girls. Too young.
So, after three phone calls and a 20-minute waiting break, I was granted a one-year stay. The main reason was training, this also meant I would forever be considered part of their community, but I would be on my own after that. Here, I could improve myself and get rid of this hideous rogue sent, but at the same time, I wasn’t tied down to a pack and society. It was perfect!
I looked forward to a year of blood, pain, and sweat. To make my exterior as hard and cold as I felt inside, built up my walls on the outside as high and impenetrable as the walls I built inside. However, what I wasn’t prepared for was Mickael. Of course, I should have known. They were all hunters, but this also meant they were warriors. They knew what trauma would do to you. I couldn’t hide mine as well as I thought.
When I arrived, I was turned off. I didn’t take time to cry for my loss, my betrayal, or what was done to me before I died. I pushed it all away. Ironically, I found my therapy when I was supposed to be made into a strong and skilled killer. I wouldn’t say I liked it, but I quickly learned that I became a better fighter when my mental state was healthy.
Therapy was one thing, it helps, but it won’t take it away. The dreams and the memories just kind of help you accept them. Accept what happened; it’s part of me and will always be. Another thing was finding something to distract you or help you cope. I tried it all, Jessica used hill-climbing, which was exciting, but that didn’t do it for me. Avalon painted; let’s just say that’s not part of my talent, nor did
I have the patience for it. Then I tried Yoga & meditation, horseback riding, shooting with guns and arrows, running from it all, and screaming (yes, Amalia loved her screaming!). We used to go out in the middle of the woods and scream our lungs empty. I could see it worked for her, but I still was left with something nagging my inner peace.
That’s when Mickael showed up, and it was actually a coincidence, but I discovered BDSM, and it was just what I’d been searching for! I pushed my limits; I worked with trust, pain, and pleasure. After a good session, I was worn out, satisfied, and at peace, and I could relax.
Never would I have thought sex could do or be so much more than, well, sex. I never thought I would find my release and salvation with the delightful combination of pleasure and pain: humiliation and discipline. I discovered a whole new world, and I loved it. Mickael made me moan, cry, scream, and yelp. Every time he took care of me afterward like I was his little princess. Every time I slept like a baby at night with a smile on my face and a night without nightmares. This inner peace and bliss gave me the calm I needed to look forward to planning my steps and moves. The plus side was I also could enjoy a part of life I never even knew existed! What I felt towards Mickael wasn’t love but trust, understanding, respect, and lust. Love didn’t have a place in my heart or mind. Desire, on the other hand, definitely had a place. I could still close my eyes and picture him and sometimes even crave him, and I will forever cherish the time we spent together.
I breathe in the raw November air with my eyes closed, listening and waiting. Where was I? Yes. My stay at the huntress pack. I left ready for combat in every way, got help to heal my mind and soul, found distraction and pleasure and found my new mission in life. That’s what I was here, standing on the corner of a dark ally in a little town in the south of England. I’ve already been waiting for hours, but I will wait all week if necessary. I have studied his file repeatedly, and this is a man don’t deserve the oxygen he is breathing, and I was determined to burn his file before I left this county. I already had a new job waiting for me back in Dallas, and the longer I waited with that job, the more suffering he would inflict. He has been an active man, and I wanted to end it fast, but this creep could not wait either.
I still remember the pictures in his file. So far, It contains photos of 6 different women. All beaten, bloody, bruised, shocked, r*ped, humiliated, robbed of their freedom, and one robbed for her reason to live. I could not blame her either; I read their statements. He inserted them with different objects, one got her nipples burned off, and one had them cut off with a kitchen knife. One had over 17 stitches in her rear end; all this was documented. Pictured and written down, but he is still allowed to walk around as a free man.Finally, a dark shadow walked up to the door I was watching. Searching his pocket, found a key and opened it before stepping inside, closing the door behind him. I smiled. I had so much planned for this night. This scumbag of a human is going to regret his life choices. I took a final deep breath and stepped out of the shadows.I let myself out of the apartment three hours later, satisfied with my results. I can already picture tomorrow’s headlines!‘Highly r
I made a quick stop, checked in at my hotel, and put on a new change of clothes. I threw my bag on the bed and headed out. I had a job waiting for me in Dallas, but I needed this detour. I needed to have a clean sheet again. My hands were sweaty, my head was hurting, and my heart was racing painfully. I hadn´t slept for two days. I needed my time in sub-space, I needed my break, I needed Bear.The only person besides Mickael that could and was allowed to break through my walls. I can still smile thinking of our first meetings; we fought as if our lives depended on it, partly because I have difficulty allowing anyone past my walls. Even if I wanted to, they were impenetrable. So they need to be forced down or torn down. The other part was our animals; it´s not natural to give away dominance.They fight over it. So we did too. After three meetings, he won, and for the first time in my life, I experienced access to sub-space just by spanking, by submission. Sub-space, for me, was a free
The fear speeded itself through me like a freight train. Before my expression could be suppressed, it was detected in an instant. I wrinkled my nose and turned my head away as he leaned forth and took a deep, slow sniff up from my collarbone to my ear.This guy was disgusting through and through; the sheepish grin on his face made me feel sick to my stomach. Luckily, the fear melted into the rage coursing through my body quickly, and I wheeled in the needed control. I was not afraid to die; I never was. I rather deep fry, season, and eat my own hair than show this scum fear. He didn´t deserve my fear; he didn´t deserve shit!I knew I still had plenty of time. He didn´t just fuck his victims. He played with them, toyed with their emotions, and gorged on the continuous fear. He scars and torments them until they let go of their natural bodily functions and defecate and urinate themselves, ensuring that he lamented their lack of dignity and despair. He would reach out with an olive branc
My eyes would not listen, so I could not see where I was, but the stench ofblood and serpent was lacking. Instead, it somehow smelt familiar. I felt safe;mumbling voices grew closer and closer. Two. Two people were talking.I took a deep breath, and the fresh air and sting of pain told me I was indeedalive. Death was not granted. I still had time and still had a purpose. But how?I opened my eyes like small creeks with all the strength I could muster, but Isquinted them back shut and groaned. The sharp light burned my eyes, and Icould not see anything but white light.That was, however, a bad idea. The people talking suddenly stopped. Theywere now aware that I was awake, and heavy steps came closer. That’s when Iremembered the sparks I felt just before I drifted away, and my heart did itsbest to jump out of my chest. I was helpless and weak. I could not move a muscle. Istarted sweating and trembling, fear
“WHAT!?!”Was he serious? I never knew he swung that way! Is he just fuckingwith me? I looked over at Bear, that seemed to be studying myreaction, and the moment his eyes met mine, I knew he was tellingthe truth. For a split second, my heart dropped, and I sank back downon the bed. There it was again, jealousy. No, it´s just because I likewhat we have! I don´t want to find me a “new Mr. Bear.”He has been mine for so long, but he was never really mine. Iknew that, but still.Ifell asleep without even noticing it myself. This little bump in theroad was too much. I didn´t have the energy for emotional reactions,they usually cost me a great deal, but now they cost too much, and Islipped away into the darkness again.Another week flew by, and I didn´t follow at all. I was just there. Inand out of sleep, I did remember eating and drinking f
The fur was midnight black. It seemed to shimmer between black anddark blue as the hairs moved around my fingertips, like black-bluewaves dancing in the forbidden sea. Mesmerized by the beautifulcolors and the pleasant feeling, I suddenly felt like a deer caught inthe headlights as I stared into a pair of deep green eyes. I jerked myhand back like I was hit by lightning, and my throat suddenly felt soparched and tight. Petting someone´s wolf was an incredibly intimatething in the werewolf community, and I just did it while he slept, andI was even caught red-handed. A strange whimper growl escaped his throat, and I quite literally jumped backward out of bed. I didn´t survive that hell just to die here!“ I´m sorry, sorry! I´m not sure what came over me!”I mumbled while I switched the weight from one foot to the otherlike I was about to pee myself before turning
I opened the door, and the heavenly scent of eggs, bacon, and coffee filled my nostrils. The smell alone was more than enough to make me moan, and my mouth filled up with saliva. I didn´t realize how hungry I really was.As I entered the kitchen, Bear was already making a plate for me, and the Perv-dog was enjoying his steaming hot cup of coffee at the table. They didn´t say anything, but I saw them smiling at themselves, so I just squinted my eyes and sat down.I didn´t eat anything. I actually inhaled it. Like I just took an intense breath, and everything on my plate was gone! But it was incredible. I can’t remember eggs and bacon ever tasting this good! I felt so content, newly boiled and scrubbed. My tummy was filled, and I leaned back on my chair with my own steaming hot coffee cup.“So, how is the nose, love?”I shot Bear a look filled with daggers, but he was just sitting there, way too amused and sipping his coffee without a care in the world. Other than mocking me, that is. W
What met me was anger and disbelief on both sides of the table. The air in the kitchen suddenly fell several degrees, and I had a bad feeling about this. What did I do?“You’re not leaving. You’re still hurt!”Ethan growled and slammed his cup so hard on the table, breaking the silence so suddenly that I actually jumped in my chair and stared at him with my mouth open.“I´m fine now, I swear. I just need-“Bear cut me off before I could even finish, and he was also angry. What have I done to them when I was floating between sleep and woken state? Did I hurt any of them? But they seem fine. Did I break something irreplaceable? No, Bear didn’t really care so much for things, so that’s not it. Then what? I leaned as far back on the chair as I possibly could, creating the illusion of space between us as I furrowed my brows and glanced from one to the other. I was not sure how to take this situation. My head really isn’t back in the game at all.They both look fuming but also kind of hurt.