Virile Doyen

Chap. 3

  When something so fearful, so dangerous is about to occur, it's as if time slows down. There's no blinking, only wide eyes with hitched breath as your body tenses, with no choice but to wait for the jolt of abrupt pain or even your demise. The momentum leading up to this seems to take ten solid seconds but in actuality, it's only a split moment preceding to reality. This is exactly what happened to Ruby as she watched her fate leap at her. She never thought that all the heartache and struggling she dealt with and the self-exploration she's went through would lead her to this very moment. Not sure what to expect, the last thing she desired was to be controlled, she couldn't be dependent even if she tried. I'd rather die, she thought.
  In an instant, came the impact of the male's body midair clashing into her own. The force took her breath away and sent her into the ground, causing her head to bounce. Forced to lay flat on her side, discombobulated, she struggled to breath as she tried growling with the inkling of breath that remained in her throat. All the while, she was fighting her wolf's urge to howl from glee, as if she was reunited with a long-lost lover. She begun scowling the beast, causing her wolf's urge to howl to diminish but the animal's glee remained. 
 Crap, can't breath. Black started creeping into the edges of her vision as she looked out past the trees, level with the ground. She could feel her heart rate slow as she became dizzier. In all its entirety, her sheer will to survive kept her conscious-though barely, as the weight of the creature atop her made her breathing shallow. Her wolf was excited and willfully trying to take control. Angry for her wolf's absurdity and for feeling weak, she begun to prepare to escape, summoning all the strength she had left whilst taking a withering breath.
  Bracing herself, she felt the anger and frustration build and strengthen her limbs, accumulating until she kicked off the ground. At the instant she let off, the opposing wolf only budged. She could practically feel the beast snickering, as if he were laughing at her. Never before did she feel so angry as she did in that moment. That last burst of energy she expended was gone and she began to lose consciousness. Suddenly and feeling far away, she noticed the weight keeping her pinned, adjust and then in the next moment, a sharp pain in her neck. Too weak and disoriented, she struggled to differentiate between what was reality and her imagination. With the pain came an ethereal feeling of bliss, such bliss you can only dream of experiencing accompanied by a whoop of victory from her wolf, sounding distant. Perplexed, Ruby never felt her wolf as happy and optimistic as she did in that very moment as her conscious plummeted into darkness...

SOMETIME LATER THAT DAY

  Men's voices, boisterous, deep... singing? Ruby wakes, noticing the noises first. She remains still with her eyes shut, so as not to alert her kidnappers of her being awake. Strangely, one of the voices began to stick out from the rest. Easy to discern from the others, her ears tuned into this particular baritone, strong and deep and a little husky. It sounded like music to her ears as she listened to it speak with a relaxed yet authoritative tone amongst its peers. They clearly enjoyed his voice too as they would give a timely, respective and almost, dutiful response back. He must have a charisma about him but yet, he is amongst kidnappers? They sound like they are having fun?  She peeked her eyes open to realize she was in a tent with the front zipper open. Her head at the back and feet by the opening.
  Still in wolf form, she took up over half the space of this single-person tent. Her wolf was quiet and seemingly content and from what Ruby had gathered from the last several hours, may not be a good sign. Then she noticed the slight burning pain in her neck, not too bad but it left her bewildered as she recalled the last moments before she had passed out. Attempting to make sense of what happened and realizing that wolf must have dug his claws in her neck when he moved on her. Maybe he had done it on purpose but why would he just claw me? Clearly he doesn't want me dead since I am laying in this tent (nearly) unscratched. Did his wolf experience what my wolf was? Is that why he didn't kill me? Don't be an idiot, she chastised. He probably just wants to use me as a sex slave for him and his buddies. I won't let it happen! No wonder they are so happy, they must be celebrating their new slave. Sickened with her own musings, she tugged at her feet and noticed a restraint around her ankle. She felt a pit sink into her stomach. There had to be at least 3-4 werewolves out there, at least the men in her vicinity. Unsure if there were more in wolf form nearby or not, she truly felt worried that she wouldn't be able to escape. She heard her wolf whimper in response to the idea of leaving.