Wolf Teeth - William Afton x Reader

Chapter Seventeen

(Wattpad on my computer keeps crashing, so updates might be weird.)

(Y/n)’s POV:

[Wednesday 11:00PM]

It felt like my heart stopped at that moment. The scent of blood was heavy in the air, only getting stronger with every fallen wolf. I tasted it, smelled it, felt it coating everything like dew in the early morning. I forced my way through the guarding wolves, ripping throats and spraying blood. William had been grabbed and pulled down onto the main floor of the barn, cornered into the back of the stall where the lithe canine could barely reach him. Blood pooled on the floor from the stall I supposed he’d hid in. I growled and charged into the grey wolf trying his hardest to get into the stall just as William cried out again. I grabbed the grey male and forced him to the ground with a snarl, easily overpowering his smaller frame. He twisted around to attack me, getting a hold on my side for a moment as I dragged him away from the stall. He got out of my hold and stood on his hind legs, swinging his paws down quickly and catching the side of my face. I growled and lunged at him, grabbing the underside of his jaw and holding on as he thrashed and tried to get me off.
Another yelp sounded as another wolf came from behind and grabbed William by the leg, pulling him harshly out of the stall. He was hitting and kicking his attacker, momentarily distracting me. It only took a moment for the grey wolf to get free and grab my shoulder, digging his claws into my flank. I cried out in pain and started twisting and scratching to get him off, falling hard onto my side and rolling, exposing my belly. As embarrassing as it was, it worked. The grey wolf stood over me long enough for me to gather my legs beneath me and kick his stomach as hard as I possibly could. He cried out and rolled off of me, a kick to his wolfish manhood held the same effect as kicking a human male. I stood up quickly and grabbed William’s attacker by the scruff, forcing him away and going for his flank. My teeth sunk into his stomach deliciously, pouring blood from the wound as the soft flesh tore open when I tugged. As simple and easy as stripping calf bones, the gore of hot blood and intestines poured from his opened core. All the while, he cried and kicked and whined pitifully as the life dulled from his eyes and his blood sprayed from severed arteries.

It was beautiful. The blood. The cries. The scent of fear.

The grey wolf cowered beneath my blood-stained gaze, the tip of his tail quivering as he crept forward to grovel at my feet. It was such an empowering sight, to have my former attacker  at my mercy. He looked up at me with fearful brown eyes, flinching visibly as I growled down at him. He whined and rolled onto his back, showing his stomach and throat to me in submission, “Please… I’ll do anything–just don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me! I-I was only doing what she told me to…”
“Who was your leader, pup?” He flinched again when I lowered my head to his throat, growling against the soft fur there.
“S-Sa-Sabine. Sh-She said we had to find you! She wants to kill you, s-so she’s hunting you. She s-sent us to see if you were here,” he stuttered pitifully, his small frame shaking near-violently.
“Well then it’s a good thing there isn’t a wolf alive to report back to her,” I snarled, hatred fueling the adrenaline rushing through my veins. That bitch of a former family member wants me dead? She’ll have to come for me myself, there’s no way in hell I’d let her weak, makeshift pack kill me, “Get up, pet.” I took a step back and allowed him to stand, “You’re mine now, pet. That’s what you are to me. Nothing but a pet to do as I say until I say otherwise and rename you. I don’t care if you have pups or parents to return to. You’re MINE now. Nothing but my property to do what I please with. Do you understand, pet?” I sneered down at him, challenging him to say anything other than agreement.
“Y-Yes sir,” he was looking up at me with such wide, scared eyes that I couldn’t help but feel powerful.
A thud from behind me reminded me of William lying on the floor, bleeding heavily from multiple places. He had a deep wound on his thigh, a bite on his calf, a scratch on a forearm, and a few other small scratches and growing bruises. He’d fallen back to lay on his back, his chest rising and falling quickly to catch his breath. I walked over and sniffed at the bite on his thigh, gently licking at the torn flesh. He hissed and sat up quickly, tense and looking up at me with fearful eyes. Looking between my pet and my lover, I walked over to a stall and pulled out a heavy blanket, bringing it over to the hay pile and dropping it. I pawed it open and spread it out before gently nosing William to the blanket, which he reluctantly settled into the middle of. After he stopped moving and seemed comfortable, I looked at my Pet before leaving, “Guard him. You are not to hurt him, you are to keep any wolf still alive and ballsy enough to come in here from hurting him. If you fail to protect him at any time, I’ll kill you.”