Realm of the Rogues

Chapter V

I shiver in horror at the thought of what the warriors may have in mind to do with me. Do they want to kill me? Cut off my legs? I reach out for Hera in my mind. Maybe she would be willing to donate her body in favor of me? No, that would be foolish, rather keep the wolf body, it gives me a higher chance of survival out here, even if it would trap me inside our mind forever. 

Before I get to wonder any further, the warriors forcefully throw me to the ground, resulting in the blanket falling off my shoulders. I frantically try to get it up to cover me again, not that I'm cold, I just don't want those creeps to stare at my naked body as they punish me. Their eyes flash for a short second, meaning that they must have mind-linked and decided my fate without my involvement. Rude. They look at each other and nod. The warrior on the left watches over me closely as the one on the right steps behind a bush nearby. I can see his muscular arms over the leaves as he pulls off his shirt. A moment later he comes back, now in his wolf-form. I wonder how old he is, he must be the youngest of the two. He is quite attractive, even as a wolf with a threatening look on its face. If only this was under different circumstances...

Wait a second, what the fuck am I thinking? I'm about to be eaten alive for all that I know, and this is what my mind is focusing on? I blush and look up at the other warrior, who must have smelt my slight arousal, judging the look on his face. I look back at the wolf-warrior who is now getting closer and starts licking his teeth. Still kinda hot, but also quite terrifying. I scream for Hera in my mind, begging for her to wake up and give me some emotional support, as I'm about to die. But of course, she doesn't respond. Maybe she's dead. I begin to cry uncontrollably at the thought and the entire situation that I'm in.

"No, please! I beg you! I promise I will run far away and never come back, please! Just don't hurt me...". My pleas land on deaf ears, as the wolf keeps sneaking in on me. The other warrior is just standing with his arms crossed, head on tilt, and giving me the dirtiest judging look. A feeling of terror fills my entire body as I see that the wolf is preparing to leap at me. He is dripping with saliva at this point, and his eyes are glowing in the moonlight. 

I scream. I scream louder than ever before as a last resort before I die. I shut my eyes closed, preparing myself for the impact and pain, but I don't think anyone can prepare themselves for this kind of pain I feel as the wolf jumps on me. I scream and yelp as the teeth sink deep into my shoulder. I try to grab his face and get him off, but the pain is so intense, that I begin seeing black dots. He put one of his big paws up on my stomach and I feel as the claws rip open my abdomen and I pass out from the pain.

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I look up into the night sky. For a second I have no idea what is happening. Where am I? What is happening? Then the memories from right before I passed out hit me as a freight train along with the debilitating pain in my stomach. How didn't I die? My head is heavy, and I hear ringing in my ears. I tilt my head to the left and almost pass out from shock. Just in front of my face is the human warrior lying. Dead. His eyes are open, which are about the only thing intact; the rest of his face is clawed up. I want to scream, but can't, and instead, I feel the tears running down my cheeks. I can't physically move away from him, so I decide to look up into the night sky again. That's when I hear it; a struggle nearby. Roars, growls, and whimpers are reaching my ears with no pause. I look over to my right and see two wolves in a heated battle. They look pretty much identical, but I recognize the wolf on the bottom as the warrior. The wolf on the top ... where have I seen him before? That's when I realize that it's the same wolf as the one who had pushed Timothy off of me. He is a beautiful timber wolf, even though it is hard to determine with his fur covered in blood. I close my eyes and pray for all of this to soon be over.

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When I open my eyes again, I am being carried in the arms of a man I haven't seen before. I study his face and shoulders and see that he is covered in blood, but I don't think it is his own. He has broad and muscular shoulders with a big tattoo on the right upper arm, which is the arm that my head is closest to. He has refined and gorgeous golden-colored skin. I think he is native American, but I have only heard about them and never met one. He looks down at me with a tint of worry in his dark brown eyes. 

"Don't worry, you are going to be fine, just stay awake". It's more like a command rather than a sign of compassion. I try to nod. "No, don't strain yourself, you've been through plenty already". He has some handsome facial features. His jaw is square and tensed up, further enhancing the muscles. He has long black hair which had fallen and covered his eyes when he had looked at me. I can see it frustrates him, that he can't put it behind his ears, since he is carrying me. I want to bring my hand up and help him, but I simply have no strength left. 

"Where are we going?" I ask strained. He looks down and gives me a weak smile, "Away first of all. Then to the place of the Wolf in the Moon".