The White Fox

17.) Never Looking Back

Westley's P.O.V.

This isn't what I wanted.

Yes, I wanted her broken. Defeated. Obedient. Yes, I wanted her to stop fighting me.

But not this. Not scared of her powers. Not staring blankly into space. Looking at what's in front of her but not seeing what's there.

"Nova, look at me."

She kept staring.

"Nova, shift."

She continued to stare at the bodies. I slapped her.

Her eyes swept to me. She was scared. Not just of me. But of herself. No. This won't do at all. I never wanted her scared of herself.

"Shift right now."

Her eyes grew in size and she shook her head. In a small voice, she barely managed she said, "no. No, I can't. I-i can't."

I slapped her and threw her to the floor. "You think some pathetic excuse for a shifter can beat me? You think you can hurt me? How many times have I kicked your ass? How many times have you begged me not to hurt you? Get your ass up and let your fox take control. Or so help me, I'll fucking kill you right now. Money or no money."

The whole time I was talking, she was shaking her head. She tried to back up but I grabbed her leg and pulled her to me.

"I guess we will have to do this the hard way. You've shifted before. Now I'll just have to make you do it again."

Her leg slipped from my hands due to all the blood covering her. Part of me wanted to stop to see what blood was hers and what was for the rogues.

She ran for the door, and I grabbed her waist. "Oh, you should know by now darling. You can't run from me. You'll never be able to run from me. You think it's bad now? Just wait until you see my room. I had an exceptional place set up for when I found the white fox. Never would have guessed you were so close. The only reason I'm with that human is because I thought she was the one."

I drag her towards my room. in my closet I had a basement built. Some stairs lead into my torture-filled room. If I can break her enough to do everything I say, I can get rid of those stupid council and packs.

They can't keep me out of their territory. I can continue my destined path. They can't stop me ever again.

I let go of her with one of my hands to grab the door handle. As I open the door, she kicks her legs down at the same time and I lose my grip. She takes off running again but this time she turns into her fox.

Two can play this game. I love a chase. I shift into my wolf and run after her. She jumps at the kitchen window and glass shatters around her. I follow her out the same way and leap on her back. We tumble on the ground and I grab the scruff of her neck.

She doesn't have any experience in fighting in animal form it's a done deal. I jump back through the window and walk to my room. The door to both rooms, my room, and the basement is already open.

I walk in and the whole time I can feel her shaking. Good. Let her be scared. It'll be easier to submit her to whatever I need. And when I need protection, she'll be there. The packs can't fight against the white fox. It's a guaranteed win.

I get down the steps and drop her. She was petrified. I shifted back and grabbed a pair of shorts I had close by.

"Shift. Then you're going to the cage." She backed away at my words and I growled. If she would just listen to me, things would be so much easier. I grabbed her neck and squeezed. She yelped and I dropped her. "Now, do as I say. I won't be so nice."

She shifted and sobbed. The perks of fox shifting is they don't have to change after because their clothes don't rip or shred. they kind of just fuse with them. So she still had on her ripped and bloody clothes. Her skin was pale. Her blonde hair was covered in red.

I looked into her dull and lifeless eyes. Those mesmerizingly weird eyes. One of the biggest things I would pick on her for as a child. One green and one purple. I don't know if it's the fox spirit coming out or if she was just born with a mutation. Either way, she hates them. I made sure of it.

I grab her arm and pull her to the back of the room. There was a large dog cage and next to it were chains with handcuffs connected. Under the chains, a thin mattress sat on the floor.

I threw her on the mattress and she huffed as she hit the wall. She struggled for air and I laughed. "Now. You're gonna be a good girl and stay put. If you listen well, you'll be let back up into the house. Until then, think about what you can do to help exact my destiny."

I started walking away, but stopped. I almost forgot to lock her up. What a rookie mistake.

I kneeled and grabbed the chains. "Get in the cage. It's got plenty of room for you."

She quietly crawled to the cage and stopped. She was still shaking. It seemed to get worse as she got closer to the cage. "What's up with you? Get in the damn cage!" I exclaimed. She jumped and tears shimmered in her eyes.

"I-I don't think I c-can." I almost didn't hear her. She was so quiet. I grabbed her head and pushed her forward.

"Get your ass in the cage, Nova. I'm not in the mood for your trauma right now. Just fucking do it."

She did as I said and held herself close. I could see the battle in her head. She was struggling to listen to me. I put the chains through the cage on top and locked her arms. She might be able to pick the cage lock, but she'll never be able to pick the handcuffs if they keep her locked to the cage. This way, it eliminates her picking either lock.

As I walked away, I heard her crying. I felt myself hesitate to leave just yet. But I had business to attend to. I still have to get Sheryl out of the house so I can work in peace.