Saved By The Wolf

Prologue

Warning: everything in the italics is very, very graphic. It contains explicit details of sexual abuse. Read at your own discretion.

"P-please stop!" Kaden whimpered, backing away from his captor fearfully. The man above him laughed a long, sadistic laugh that made Kaden chill to the bone. Kaden lay in front of him naked, legs spread wide, as he undid his belt. "Stop? Oh, darling, it hasn't even begun." Raphael said, an evil glint in his eye. "Please, please don't do this..." Kaden cried helplessly, but it was no use. Raphael was going to take him and no one was going to stop it. He backed away, but the man grabbed him and once again forced his legs apart. "You're mine." He growled. Kaden sobbed, waiting for the pain. But no amount of mental coaching could prepare him for the pain he was about to feel. Nothing could've prepared him for this. One minute, he was in his room finishing his homework after a long day at school, the next in a van being taken to an undisclosed location where he would spend the next six months in a living hell.
  The young boy screamed as his virgin hole was forcefully entered. "Shut up or I'll do a lot worse than fuck you, boy!" Raphael growled. Kaden bit his arm, tears streaming down his face as his tormentor took everything from him, one stroke at a time...

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∆•six months later•∆

Gray sniffed the air, his pack following close behind. They were following the scent trail a young buck left behind not to long ago, hoping for dinner. Any other month it would've been easy to stalk and kill a deer but it was getting cold, and food sources were becoming scarcer for the deer, which meant scarcer meals for Gray and his pack. "Are you sure we aren't being duped, Gray? We've been following this trail for hours and we haven't found the damn deer yet. It could be hunters setting a trap..." Darnell said, stopping for a rest. "Damnit Dar! Shut the fuck up and keep sniffing! I can tell the difference between fresh musk and that shit hunters use. Now follow me or you'll be our dinner!" Gray growled, not stopping. Darnell huffed but followed, not willing to test the truth of Gray's word.
  Suddenly Gray came to a stop, sticking his nose in the air. "I smell fresh blood..." He said to his pack. They whooped and hollared, following him to the source of the delicious smell. When they found it, though, Gray immediately took on his human form and picked up the limp, barely breathing mass. It was a boy, maybe sixteen years old, with a barely distinguishable face and bruises and cuts littering his body and he was wearing nothing but a tattered shirt and underwear that barely hung onto his hips. "Dinner!" Russell called, and Gray snarled. "You won't touch him!"
"The fuck you mean, man? This is the easiest meal we ever got!" Russell said, coming closer. Gray bared his teeth, making him back away again.
"Nobody, and I mean nobody is to harm this boy. Any of you disagree with me or try to cross me behind my back, you're dead! Got it?" He snarled, intimidating the whole pack. Nobody argued.
"He's right," Casey chimed, coming forth. She was the weakest in the pack, a long scar going across her eye, showing the inflictions of her abusive father when he found out she was a half-breed. Her mother suffered a worse fate, which Casey refused to speak of. But that part of her life left her heart on her sleeve and she couldn't bare to hurt a vulnerable human.
"This boy, whoever he may be, is hurt," she continued, taking on her human form as well. "We are not the same as the wolves in the wild. We are human too. And with being human, comes humanity. Are you really going to kill this boy, when he so obviously needs our help?!" She spoke, tears brimming her yellow eyes. Russell's head dropped in shame. "I agree with her," Darnell said, then was followed by Forrest, Bailey, Anne and Lars. Dan kept quiet, a scowl on his face. "Let's go, we have a child to tend to." He took on his wolf form once again and placed the boy on his back. They made their way to their homes, and Casey followed Gray to his.

  "Thank you for that," The Alpha said, setting the boy on the couch and going into his kitchen to pour a glass of whiskey. "For what? I only spoke truth." Casey replied, sitting beside the boy, tangling her fingers in his curly brown hair. "Do you think we should wake him? Maybe give him a hot bath? It was cold out there. He might have gotten hypothermia."  She said, absentmindedly staring at the broken boy before her. "Yeah, could you run the bath? I'll undress him." Gray set down his glass and got to work, cutting the tattered clothing off of him with the pocket knife he kept on the table. Casey got up to do what she was asked, before saying, "you've got a lot of heart, Gray. I admire you for that."
  While Gray bathed the boy, Casey prepared a meal for him when he woke up. Gray sat crouched on the side of the tub, washing the dirt from his skin, loosing himself in his thoughts. What happened to him? He wondered. Was it an accident? Did someone attempt to kill him and just assumed he was dead before discarding his body? Was he abused, mistreated? He found himself growing emotional until he was ripped from his thoughts by a small whimper from his 'patient'. He looked down and smiled, seeing his eyes open ever so slowly. "W-where am I?" He croaked, fear evident in his eyes. Gray continued to wash him. "I'm Gray, and this is my home. We... My friends and I found you in the woods this morning. You were passed out and seemed so cold, so I decided to bring you here, to see if I could help. What happened to you, young man?" The boy cried. "I-I can't remember... All I know is S-someone hurt me..." Gray brushed his wet hair from his eyes. "I'm not going to let that happen again, okay? I'll protect you, child," He said, care evident in his voice. "I think... I think my name is Kaden..." Kaden said, raising up.
"What?"
"My name is Kaden. A-and... I'm fourteen. That's all I know..."
"That's okay." Gray comforted, before Casey called that dinner was ready. "Let's get you out of this bath, okay? I have a feeling you're pretty hungry."