Realm of the Rogues

Chapter II

! Trigger warning ! : descriptions of  physical and sexual assault

I take off sprinting to the treeline, without a second to gather my thoughts or check up on Louise. That scream was spine-chilling...
I hear Louise from behind me "Ena, what was that sound?!". She sounds scared and confused. I have no time to answer her however, I just keep running.

I reach the treeline and can now hear muffled screams, and... what is that smell? I glance over at Louise, who is sniffing in the air with a concerned look on her face. It smells musky with an intruding scent of male sweat. And less prominent is the smell of fear, a sour, almost burnt kind of smell.

I can feel that my wolf, Hera, is in distress, and so I let her come through. "Please let me front, I can smell something is wrong". I know her senses are superior to mine, so I let her take over. With her eyes, we can now see much clearer, and just behind the trees, we sense two auras pulsing. One is almost black with tints of red, and the other a stinging shade of yellow, almost like mustard. Hera notes, that this aura must belong to whoever is afraid.

I feel Hera's protector instinct take over as we begin to snarl and jump to the place where the two persons must be lying. What we are met with shocks me.

Right there on the ground lies Timothy, the eldest son of the Alpha, on his stomach on top of another person much smaller than him. To my great horror, I realize that it is Freya, my little sister. She is only 15 so she has not yet learned to shift and is therefore lying completely defenseless under this monster. My gaze wanders down their bodies and realize that Timothy has his pants pulled down to his knees. Deep growls and moans radiate from him, all the while he is holding one hand over Freya's mouth, the other around her throat. I can hear the sheer panic in her voice, even though it's muffled. Tears are rolling down her cheeks, and Hera senses her pain. It is coming from her lower body, and that's when I realize exactly what is happening.

Tim thrusts into her, as Freya closes her eyes and yelps once more. I am completely frozen; I am in shock. This is when I am thrown to the far back of my mind, Hera now in complete control over our actions and body. I can feel my body beginning to ache as Hera's body is fronting and pushing mine aside; my back arches and tingles from the red coat of fur starting to poke through the skin. My legs are breaking in multiple places and healing together in the form of Hera's legs at breakneck speed, and my face elongates as we are now in Hera's wolf body.

Hera jumps right for Timothy's throat, and he is taken aback since he hadn't seen us yet. We stand on top of him, and Hera is biting at his face and hands when he tries to push us off. Behind us, I hear Louise comforting my sister, who is now hysterically crying.

"What the hell?! Get off of me Athena, you know she is mine to take whenever and wherever I want!" Timothy shouts between Hera's attacks, but I barely register his words. I am, or rather my wolf, is seeing red. I'm in no control here, I am just a bystander, so he will get little out of addressing Hera by my name.

"She's a minor Tim, just a kid! You know that's against the law! More so because you raped her for god's sake!!". Louise is yelling the exact words that I am not able to express right now.

"Please get off of him, you know they will kill you not only for attacking him but also for shifting inside the camp!". Freya is still sobbing, but even though she has just been assaulted, she cares more about my well-being than her own. Hera looks back at her, and I feel my stomach clench, feeling sorry and guilty for having let Freya down.

But before I know of it, Hera and I are being hurdled back and crash our back into a tree. As we lay confused on the ground, Hera tries to look up, but a big paw comes crashing down stomping on her muzzle. Out of the side of Hera's eye, I see Timothy, now fully transformed into his brown wolf, much larger than Hera, and without the slightest sign of my damage to him. Must be nice being the Alpha son. I nor Hera have nowhere the same healing powers as he has. He slashes his long claws over Hera's face. The pain is immense, and I hear Hera let out a loud whimper. She tries to push him away with her shoulder, but he dodges her pushback and bites right down into her left ear. Her eyes widen in panic, knowing what is about to happen, as he yanks his head away with his teeth still around her ear. I feel the blood flow down her face, and accept, that this is where we die.