Bloody Fangs and Broken Antlers

The Scars Very Few Have Seen

She wasn't fine, she didn't want to be here, but she trusted Louis enough to follow him through the black market and make it out safe.

She remembered the first time she had entered the black market alone, to find Louis, it'd thankfully been mostly empty that night. And most of the carnivores there were small-sized animals, but now...

Juno could feel that black wolf's gaze tracing her body, even as she moved deeper into the crowds. She breathed in, desperately trying to calm herself. But her attempts failed when she glanced over her shoulder. She saw a flash of black fur and blue eyes in the crowds, following her, and she snapped her head forwards.

The male wolf had thought she was a female prostituting her body away for a high price. Though, she knew that fact didn't matter, she'd seen the lust in that male wolf's eyes. He wouldn't care if she was a prostitute or not. He'd rape her. Fear speared down her spine, leaving an icy chill in its wake. 

Tears burned her eyes but she quickly blinked them away—Louis would instantly turn around if he saw them. On instinct, her muscles tensed and her fur spiked, her body preparing to fight. She hated fighting, all female wolfs did, but she'd do it to save her life—and Louis's. Juno continued to glance over her shoulder, her mind instinctually trying to size up her opponent, the situation she was in.

By now, he must've known she wasn't a female prostitute selling her body. He was keeping his distance, pretending to focus his attention elsewhere, preying on her, waiting for the right moment to strike. It scared her in a way she never felt before. Being hunted.

Her limbs trembled as she felt, more than saw, the male wolf closing in. He was probably going to try to grab her with his superior strength and drag her into a small space to have her. And Louis would, no doubt, try to save her—

Louis said, shattering her panicking train of thought, "stay close to me." Suddenly, he reached out and yanked on a lion's tail with all his might. Juno immediately tensed at Louis's actions. Lions, being the king of the beast, were extremely prideful, and would fight any mammal who showed disrespect.

Louis quickly walked away before the lion turned around, dragging Juno with him.

Juno didn't even have to glance back to know of the events that would occur.

The lion turned around and glared at the large bear standing behind. He raised his fist and struct the bear in the back of the head. The bear swirled at the lion and attacked with a merciless roar. Suddenly, a fight broke out in the cramp spaces of the black market, the crowd of large carnivores pushing against each other, making it impossible for anyone to slip through.

Including that black wolf.

Regardless, she didn't let her shoulders slouch as Louis pulled her through the crowds in a half sprint, every carnivore in the area too distracted by the loud commotion to give them any attention.

As they rushed to get out of the large crowds, Juno accidentally kicked over a tall stack of crates, filled with herbivore meat. The crates crashed to the concrete, droplets of blood splattering on her red dress and her arm. She grimaced at the sight of her dress being stained, but then, her canine nose caught the scent of blood—deer... blood. It turned a part of her brain on, making her body feel stronger, swifter... hungrier.

Smells good, doesn't it? A seductive female voice whispered, the sound echoing through her mind. Just imagine the taste of it, the pleasure it'll bring you. That voice—it sounded like her own. How? Who was talking to her?

As if fate wanted to give her an answer, Juno saw a black, small figure in the corner of her eye, standing deep within the crowd, smiling at her, exposing every one of its fangs. Imagine how his blood will taste. Who was that? And...