At some point I’d dozed off as evening descended. Sleeping against a tree weekly. Facing away from the wall to watch for intruders. Trying to be quiet.
One squirrel had been kind but wasn’t enough. My stomach was growling from the hunger. Feeling like it was gnawing away at my backbone in desperation.
“Jaecar!” I heard a man shout from a distance away.
“Jaecar!” Another voice from another direction.
“Let her in!” This voice was far too my right.
How many were there? Let me in where?
Was this help or more torment?
The door groaned open and a tall man with black hair and a black goatee stepped through the door to meet me.
“Who are you?”
“Vanna…Rae…” I said slowly. Mechanically recalling my name.
“Well, Vanna Rae, you look like warmed over hell.”
I assumed this was Jaecar since he was indeed, ‘letting me in.’
“You need to get washed up down in the creek.” He pointed through the trees where I could faintly hear the slow sloshing of water. “Then you’ll need to cover up. He tossed me a different oversized cloak. I’ll go find you something to wear. But the Mating Moon will be here in a few days, so I’d suggest you cover well.”
I didn’t really know what any of that meant but I could tell Jaecar was sincere and on my side. I took the proffered cloak and headed down to the creek.
But while I washed, I heard Jaecar’s name called by one of the familiar voices. I heard the groaning of the door and knew he opened it for someone.
Whoever had driven me here.
“Where is she?”
“Washing up at the creek.” Jaecar said. “Give her some time. She’s scared as hell.”
Whoever it was must’ve nodded because I heard no response.
***
True to his word, Jaecar returned later with a grossly oversized dress.
“Was the closest I could find from one of the old women in the camp.” He nodded through the trees in the direction of a bit of firelight.
I took it greedily and barely peered at him from under the oversized hood of the cloak he’d given me. Holding it tightly closed to hide that I was bare beneath it. Though I didn’t currently look like much.
I was covered in scrapes and bruises with a few long slashes on my arms and one on my stomach. Whatever had happened to me…I’d clearly been through hell.
“Go through the trees.” Jaecar pointed. “And in the distance at the edge of the camp is an old hut from the Widower Tom that passed away last year. No one resides it. Take it.”
I nodded hesitantly. Clinging to the fabric covering me. “Th-thank you.”
“Don’t thank me…” He said cryptically. “Wasn’t my doing to bring you here. You may very well regret that one day.”
***
Despite my apprehension from his words, I was vastly relieved when I entered the rough-hewn hut, more a shack really, and found a bit of boar cooking over a flame. I was desperately hungry.
I slid on my knees near the fire and yanked the meat off the spit in such a hurry that I burned my hands. Desperately cramming the food in my mouth and purring as it hit my tongue.
Someone had bothered to feed me. Despite how grateful I was, I was far too tired to question who.
The next morning when I opened the door to peer out, I find a bundle of oversized clothes on my stoop. I greedily tugged them inside and undid the strings holding them. Highly grateful.
I remembered what Jaecar had said about the Mating Moon and eyed one worn dress. Deciding, I began determinedly tearing it into thick strips.
To bind my body.
Other than that, I sat on the one wooden chair at the tiny square table and listened to everyone in the camp.
There was a knock the next morning and more food.
I tugged it inside and slammed the door. Sinking my teeth into the raw meat in my rush to put more in my stomach.
Apparently, the village is taking care of me. And I was vaguely touched. But not enough to want to spend time outside my hut.
It was the third evening, when I heard a man with a crisp decisive tone talking outside my shuttered window. I instinctively knew that kind of power and strength indicated it was the alpha.
“She can’t hunt and she’s clearly traumatized. She’s no desire to come out of there. You three know how dangerous unsocialized wolves can become. She can’t stay here if she doesn’t start at least engaging with the woods and someone in the camp.”
That was the first time I heard the knock on the door. I swallowed hard. Hunkering down and hoping they’d not make me leave.
That night there was scratching around my hut. Wolves asking to come in.
No. You’ll make me leave.
The next morning was another knock I wouldn’t answer. Opting to hide inside until it stopped.
Which was the first time Hunter Hayden crept in my window.
***
I was trying to kick dust over the floorboards to one corner in an effort to clean up. When I turned around, I squawked at the sight of him in the middle of my hut.
Midnight hair and dancing light blue eyes intent on me. “You smell like honey…Delicious…”
He was tall and dark skinned from being in the sun. His shoulders squared and his hips narrow and athletic. His legs long.
And when I lunged like I might dive out the window past him, he agilely hopped into my path. Blocking the way.
I gasped. Finding myself hissing through my teeth.
Hissing?
He eyed me. Thinking the same thing I likely was.
Wolves don’t hiss.
I didn’t know where I’d come from or why I ended up wandering hungry in the woods.I knew I was fortunate Jaecar had no interest in me.He had his eye on a she-wolf already.Samantha. He'd been chasing every male away from her for years, from what I understood.In some ways I envied her. He seemed to be the only kind wolf among the bunch of lascivious males.I used all the oversized clothes to pretend to be a frumpy little female to keep the pack from being interested.From preying on me under the Mating Moon.It worked. I kept the heavy bindings under my dress each day. And the bodice loose enough to hide any hint of shape. Then I kept my hood low over my face.Doing my damnedest to not earn any attention.I’d kept hidden in the rundown hut for a while, but those aggressive males had soon scented me.Three virile males that were never apart. They looked identical. Good looking,
“That cloak certainly does.” Hunter cackled from behind us feigning holding his nose. “She definitely sweats in it.”“Round little thing, aren’t you?” Racer stepped aside me and lightly poked me in the belly. Unaware it was the soft bindings I layered under my clothes.I nodded hesitantly. Let them think that.But I was nervous. I always was around them.Vanquish led me near the creek.***Soon the other two were splashing and laughing.I was pointedly ignoring them.After a time, I was sure they were busy frolicking. I made a break for it. Trying to retreat back to the safety of my hut.I'll need more nails and boards to keep them out.But as I slowly edged toward the border of trees I bumped into a solid wall and flinched.“Where do you think you’re going?” Vanquish’s inescapable eyes were locked on me. Thick musc
The next morning was the same.They liked bullying me into things.Vanquish banged on my door which barely closed on its weak hinges as it was.It couldn't withstand them if they truly decided to come in."Open the door, Vanna." Vanquish ordered. Something about his commands demanded obedience.I tied the cloak and ran to the door. Barely awake.These three were always awake with first light.I ripped open the door and Vanquish's piercing green eyes lit on me. His head lowered ominously.The two flanking him slightly to the side postured the same."We're going hunting." Vanquish turned and clearly expected me to follow.I was hungry."I'm not hungry." I objected.Vanquish rounded and returned to tower over me. "Then you won't eat until I say so."I hated that he knew I was a poor hunter. I had to rely on the males to leave me food because I was too clumsy to catch anything.
Oh shit! In my state of confusion at them coming at me because of a smell. I hadn't considered that my dress was so loose that when they lifted the skirt, they'd be able to see up to my ribs."Answer me, dammit!" Vanquish roared."What is it?" Racer was dying of curiosity. He dropped to his knees to peer under as well.I closed my eyes against the humiliation. "Old cloth.""You've no underwear but you have that?" Hunter asked incredulously. "Bad plan.""What are you hiding, Rabbit?" Vanquish demanded."Just-just me." I stuttered out.My body. I was trying to be unassuming."You're trying to hide what you look like?" Racer sounded almost insulted.And they all looked it.***"Hold her." Vanquish barked. "I'm going to find out what the hell is going on here."While he unclipped his dagger from the sheath at his hip and withdrew it, Racer had sat atop my thighs and quickly unknotted th
I gasped and bucked trying to get away.Racer slid down to straddle my hips and forearms so he could take the other one. They suckled at me while I struggled.“Screw you two.” Hunter rounded to stand between my thighs. Disappearing from my view.I could only see Vanquish and Racer’s dark heads working my flesh. Vanquish cupped my breast on both sides. Molding it up to get more in his mouth.Both males were moaning in pleasure at the feel of the soft tissue.Racer showered little kisses around the edge of it.Vanquish’s mouth was nearly bruising. Making the small nub of flesh swell and become tender.I reared up when I felt Hunters fingertips circling my opening. Stroking my slit while he moaned. Pressing against one of my thighs to relieve the pressure in his pants.What’s happening?Just minutes ago, they’d all been playfully bathing in the creek. Now they were all grunts and
Racer used my discarded fabrics to wipe my chest and neck.“Get out of my way.” Vanquish ordered him.He and hunter slipped down to hold my arms and keep me from moving.Vanquish rotated around with his cock in my mouth as a pivot point. He grabbed my breasts viciously and pulled them back to him as leverage as he pounded into my mouth.I gargled around him. Catching the rhythm of when I should breathe.“She feels good. Her mouth is velvet. Eh, fuck.” He pushed deep. “I’m going to seed in her mouth.” He did two little jerks and swelled even more to stretch my throat as I felt something hot slip down the inside of my neck.Once he’d finished with me, he slipped out of my mouth and they all released me to stand over me.I rolled onto my knees and coughed. Eventually spitting out what he’d poured into my throat.Glaring, Vanquish crouched in front of me and caught my hair to ti
Vanquish caught the back of my thighs and hoisted me like I weighed as much a bird, to drape my thighs over his shoulders. Planting his face against my entrance.The sensation was utterly shocking. The heat of his breath fanning my lower lips.At the same time, Hunter dropped me to brace on his knee. Holding my shoulders. Keeping me still for Vanquish’s ministrations.What are they doing to me now?This was something new. Foreign.My breaths came out raggedly.Racer dropped his pants down to his thighs and turned my face.I opened my mouth to object, but his cock filled it. Stroking across my tongue and stretching my cheek with hard flesh. He cupped the back of my head as he flexed in and out.The feel of his skin both smooth and hard at the same time.***I screamed and flailed, but barely any sound emerged around Racer’s cock. Everytime I tried to say something, it opened my throat
Vanquish wanted me to look at him while Hunter mounted my breasts. Using them around his staff to give himself pleasure.“I won’t.” I croaked through my raw throat.“Aww. Is that sore?” Racer asked. Sounding more proud then sympathetic. “Aloira and Cindy love it when we leave them sore.”“Aloira and Cindy are harlots desperate for a mate. Everyone knows that.” I spit on the ground to show my contempt for the two she-wolves.But Vanquish was locked on my defiance. His slitted yellow eyes were narrowed on me. “We’re going to take you for our mate under the Mating Moon. And learning to obey us could save your life.”It’s probably true. I knew that males in the Asara Pack were known to kill their mates in the past. It was something the older she-wolves cautioned the younger ones about.After the Pack Plagues had decimated much of the countryside, the wolves we